Am I the only person who always think that their old entries are much better than anything they are currently writing?

I mean, in terms of the poetry that I used to write, I used to love it after I wrote it and be vomiting at the sight of it six months later (in fact, if I could read it without screaming a year after writing, that was how I could tell that it was no worse than mediocre), but with this stuff, I read my year ago entry or whatever and I think "What a gem! How funny I used to be! Too bad it's all gone and I'm just a hack coasting on my fame!"

And then, some months later I'll read those entries and think the exact same thing. The question is, when am I right?

Happy National Lab Week to all of my readers who work in laboratories! Meaning, um, Happy National Lab Week, Jen!

We had our yearly National Lab Week Pizza Blowout Lunch yesterday, where they had about thirty too many pizzas left over at the end of the day and were begging everyone to take them home. I've got mine!

Also, for Lab Week, there are three raffles a day where they give out all kinds of prizes. I have never in all of these years even seen a Lab Week raffle prize. I think I've suffered enough at this place that I should at least get a damn bookbag!

So, my thoughts are pretty much completely taken up with this film audition on Saturday.

The woman called me back and left a message that my appointment was at 2.05p and that I needed to bring two headshots and a 2 minute dramatic monologue, and she didn't answer my SAG question, which means that I can only assume that yes, it's a union film.

Of course, I can't find my headshots and I haven't done a monologue in ten years. I told Cynthia this and she started laughing and said that if I got this film it would only be in spite of all of my efforts to screw it up!

So, I called my Mom and asked if she had any, and to send me a resume as well, so that I can update it, and we decided to make the picture that Tracing took of me, the one that I used in the Player's Directory this year, into a real headshot and she's sending me copies tomorrow.

For a monologue, I always wanted to do "Paranoid: A Chant", but it is five minutes long, so I'm cutting it down mercilessly, as well as trying to cut my pauses, without taking the life and the sense out of it.

Of course, the weird thing is that I have less than no idea what they want or how I should dress, but the woman sounded a little stressed in her last message, so I think I'll leave her be.

Here's the thing--I was seen in the play by someone other than the person that I will be auditioning for, and I was seen in a period comedy but was asked to bring a dramatic monologue. Plus, I was playing two different characters in the play, which was the one that made him say "That's her! The girl I have been searching for! The girl who did not put a headshot in the packet!" What do they want? What did he see in the play that made him recommend me?

You see, usually I would try to be as close to the character that they saw as possible, but I can't when they want a dramatic monologue. Which only leads me to one conclusion. They want me, and it doesn't matter how I dress or what image I try to project, they just want someone who looks like me.

So I'll try to look reasonably good and I'll act the hell out of my monologue, but other than that, I'm letting it go.

I'm sure that Penny would appreciate your good thoughts right about now, if you want to send them to her.

Today's horoscope:
Keep your eyes and ears open. You pick up vital information through observation. Silence is your best tool.

One year ago today:
Of course, I think it helps that I don't have the distraction of actually having food for her in my chest!

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