Fame? That'll be $200.

This morning, I got a call.

And by "morning," I mean the time of day at which I woke up, which really wasn't morning at all. It was more like 12:30. Or 1. Nothing to be ashamed of.

So, like I was saying, I got this call. From a woman. In a Vegas area code. Interesting.

"Hello?" I tried to sound like I hadn't just woken up, but that always seems to be an impossible thing to do. Whoever you're talking to can always tell.

She introduced herself as an advisor for this talent agency, called [insertonlinetalentagency name here]. Yeah, I'll just keep it under wraps. For a moment, I had no idea what she was talking about until I remembered, ohh yeah.. duh. I made a profile on that agency's website a few days ago.

Which segues perfectly into a mini-confession I have: I... um... applied for a movie role or two. Just for fun. It's part of that try-everything thing, you know? I've really been using this holiday break to put myself all over the internet! Creating profiles, a blog, etc etc.

Nothing inappropriate!

Yet.

So, this woman told me that she'd seen the profile that I set up. I was surprised that I'd gotten a call at all because my profile had the bare minimum requirements and I signed up for the free account, which gives you a selection of crappy audition options to choose from. You know, like: do you want to model for a Chevron brochure in which only your left hand will be featured? Oh, yes. Skyrocket to stardom, that one.

But, apparently, according to my advisor-lady, the headshot I submitted of myself had attracted a lot of attention.

Hello, flattery.

She'd matched me to a bunch of different auditions, she'd told me. Over 400.

I was still trying to get out of groggy half-asleep mode.

Did she say 400?

One of the offers was a modeling job that would pay $5,000 dollars, and another was a role in some sci-fi movie that was coming up. The name of the movie? I didn't ask. Probably should've.

But then she started spitting prices at me for a month-subscription to the website. If there's anything I've learned during my childhood, it's that if an audition costs you... run away.

Damn.

Not gonna lie... I had a little voice in my head that for a moment was like, You're Going to Be A Star! Which, psh, yeah I still can be but not this way. This was just supposed to be for fun, I don't want to pay for nuthin'.

I might call back and ask: "Can I just go to the audition for free?"

Because there is no such thing as a stupid question.

Maybe she will admire my courage and strong will!

Or maybe she'll hang up on me.

Either is fine.

In other news, today I spent way too much time sifting through 8 tracks playlists, Pandora, and my iTunes to finish up that sexy-ass playlist for winter. So far, I'm pretty proud of it. It's coming along. Just in case you're one of those impatient, fidgety people who can't wait for anything, here's another taste:

Mmm... tasty.

Other than that, I've been writing my book, my London proposal, and kicking back.

And now, I need to rush off to dinner with my family before they order without me, which they probably already have because that is how my family is. Tough love.

Still trying to get dad to O.K. the par-tay.

Keep you posted.

Mmm... Music

It's provocative... gets the people going!

Oh, music.

Today I'm going to talk about Those Songs.

You know Those Songs. At least, I hope you do. The breed of songs that you want to listen to in a pair of good headphones because, as they fill your whole world with music, it's like you're resting on this piece of the world that has been temporarily broken off, a place where you can imagine everything to the melody. Stories fall along the words or BOOM begin with the perfect change of pace that just hits you. It makes you feel like

or 

or

or

If you don't know what I mean, you've yet to find the music that does it for you. And I HIGHLY suggest that you go find that music now because it will change your life. Or at least, it will relax and open your mind a little bit, and that's always a good thing isn't it?

I've been on the hunt for songs lately because, see, I'm trying to make this perfect playlist for Winter. It can't have the same energy of my back-to-school, in-season playlist, ya know? No, no, no. This list has to have a darker flavor. With a slightly deeper aftertaste. Perhaps some sexual undertones in there.

Hey it's all preferences.

And I could use some inspirations. You know that writer's block I was talking about in the last post? Music helps assuage the problem. It really does. Nothing paints the picture of a post-apocalyptic-all-love-is-lost story better than a good song that makes you feel like you're crumbling inside.

Am I crazy?

Maybe. Yes.  Possibly.

But I'm just saying. There's nothing like melting to the perfect song.

Speaking of which, if you'd like to hear a sample of the amazingness which I've been referring to / enjoy music with sexual undertones and an aftertaste reminiscent of dark chocolate mixed with an across-the-room lust, please listen to this:

The Black Keys: I'm a fan. Big fan. So sick.

I know their album cover makes them look sort of like a moodier Flight of the Conchords (who... okay, I also love, but for different reasons). But don't be fooled. Dis 'ish dope.

Well, that's all I've got today. Stay tuned for the rest of my Winter Ever After playlist. Maybe you'll like the same music I like. In which case, we are soul mates.

Until then, I will be trying to convince my Padre that it is a good idea to let my brother and I host a New Year's Par-tay at my house.

Fingers crossed.

When Christmas Gets Competitive

Merry Belated Christmas errbody!

Ever had a White Elephant Christmas present exchange?

No, you don't exchange a bunch of white elephants. That would be impractical.

It's more like... how can I explain it? It's like a HYPER COMPETITIVE GIFT BATTLE TO THE DEATH. 

Picture this:

But with presents. 

At least, that's how it goes when we're talking about my family. To find the rules for this ridiculous/hilarious/semi-infuriating game, please click here. My aunt and uncle worked in cahoots to get the best gift and there was so much shouting, I'm pretty sure the neighbors could hear us. I mean, I was probably the loudest, but whatever. My aunt's fiancee stole my movie basket. And my brother stole my lottery tickets.

If he wins the lottery I will be SO pissed.

Kidding!

But not really...

So! Although it's Christmas break I've been trying to get two things down before going back to school: 

1) Get my book started.

Check! I'm experiencing SEVERE writer's block at the moment... or at least I was. I mean, I had a slight epiphany post-gym today. Sweating loosens up the brain, I think. At least, my brain is responsive to sweating. And the shower. 90% of my ideas are thought of whilst showering.

Anyway, the next thing:

2) Get my grant to go to London.

Yeah, that London. 

I'm going... I HOPE. See, there's this summer footwear design program there... and I am DYING to go. Need to check that off the Life List of Awesome Things to Do as well. I have to find an advisor for it so I can get the grant money, etc etc but shhh, keep it on the DL because I don't want to jinx it. I'm not a very superstitious person (I mean, I'll open an umbrella inside because, yeah, I'm totally crazy like that) but this? I have to be careful. Once I get everything organized, mhmm, I'll be writing about it like alldatime.

If there were a #3 to-do I suppose it would be, work out for soccer so I don't come back entirely out of shape once off season training starts. Speaking of which I saw a former club coach at the gym. He coached me when I was 8, back when I could barely do a jumping jack. I told him about my frustrations with sports and he just smiled and said, "Yeah, but sometimes you just keep playing, right?"

Right. 

And with that, I leave you. Nighty night and happy holidays. 

Decidophobia

I suffer from this disease.

It's called indecisivitis. 

So.. I can't make decisions about anything. From what I'm going to eat for breakfast to what I want to do with my life, there really are far too many choices to choose the right one. So because I can't choose one thing, what ends up happening? I end up choosing everything. Which is a terrible thing when I'm at a breakfast place and I end up ordering a stack of pancakes (two blueberry, one banana, one chocolate chip because THEY ALL SOUND SO TASTY), a giant omelet and a bagel because I can't make up my mind. Because... then I can't finish it and I feel like a bad person. True story.

I'm this way in all facets of life. Choosing a major? Holy moly. My head almost exploded. I've chosen a good one, I think. Finally. But OH MY GOD what am I going to do with it? I have no idea! Because in my lifetime, I want to do SO many things. Write a book, write a movie, play in a world cup, act in a movie, design my own shoe line, change the world in some way or another... yeah. A lot of things. I'm like a little kid I think. I want everything.

Here's the thing. I can't be the only one who doesn't know what I want to do post-college or for the rest of my college life, or-- let's be real here--even what I want to do tomorrow. So why not try everything I want to do? It'll be like a fun game. I'm going to go out in the world and try to find something by doing literally everything. Well, not literally. And I know there are some people out there who hate the overuse of the word "literally" but hey, that's the name of the blog. And you're missing the point.

Point is, college kids like you n' me don't really know what we want because we're not really supposed to. So I'm going to take a couple shots in the dark here. I have some goals. Some vague ideas of what I want to do. Thus begins my quest to become a soccerplayerdesignerartistwriteractressperson. Or something.


Even still... I'm just one person. My brain, I think is split into a bunch of people constantly fighting with one another... but still, yes I am just one person. Literally. See, it fits there. So, because I am just una persona, if you have something legit that you're doing POST IT POST IT POST IT. Yes, it will further agitate my decidophobia but still, I want to hear it. Because chances are, your story is awesome. 

So, here it goes. The journey of the undecided college student.

Yup.

Les go.