The Good, the Bad, and the Bored

So! It's been a while. I haven't finished the Hawaii post. And I'm not going to right now. Heh.

I finally picked up my finished comp cards today. It's an odd experience seeing your face repeated over and over again one hundred times. The little flaws that jump out at you in your morning mirror inspections are the first things that you look for, and after you find them you CANNOT FOCUS ON ANYTHING ELSE. You just know that everyone else can see them and oh my gosh why did they choose that photo I mean look at how weird my arm looks there and is that really how my eyes look to everyone else and what is that weird thing sticking out of my hair? In order to resist the obssessive compulsive desire to catalogue everything that's wrong or weird about my body and face, I usually put such photos away and choose not to look at them ever again if I can help it.

Two nice things happened while at my agent's office. Nice part the first, there was a group of young men sitting in the lounge area out front and my my my were they fine. One of them I recognized from browsing the agency portfolio and he is just as lovely in person. Lemme see if I can find him... Well, I can't, but believe me: he was lovely. Nice part the second, my timing was perfect to show one of the agency owners that I could, in fact, pass for someone who can walk on the runway. He asked if I'd ever done runway and I, honestly, answered, "no." He asked if I knew how and I said, "I can learn," with as much cojones as I could muster. :D (One thing this business has given me is not the ability to lie creatively as one might expect, but rather the ability to exude so much confidence that people believe me when I tell them if I can't do something I can learn it in a heartbeat.) I passed a short test in the hallway (thank you America's Next Top Model!) and my name was put onto a list of possibilities for a runway show coming up soon. On my way out I tried not to stare at the hotties again.

One crappy thing happened yesterday, and that was that I accidentally killed my Palm. I sometimes forget to screw the cap on tightly on my Nalgene water bottle and it spills in the bottom of my bag. I didn't notice it had happened for quite some time yesterday, and by that time everything in the bottom of my bag had gotten a nice bath. I pulled all the valuable things out to dry while I did my show, and thought that everything was ok. That was until several hours later when my Palm wouldn't turn on. Oops. I reset it and the screen came back on, but then the stylus wouldn't work on the screen. Today the stylus works, but I can't HotSync it (transferring information from the PDA to my computer and vice versa, for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about), which makes it worthless, essentially. I'm not really bothered by it, because it's an excuse for me to get a new one with a color screen. Yay new toys!

I cleaned house when I got home and turned on 89.3 The Current, MPR's new music station geared toward the younger generation of public radio listeners. I cannot tell you how much I love this station already. On the NPR ad I heard TV on the Radio, and then they played a Travis song I've never heard on the radio. If you live in Minnesota and you like independent and local music, this is the station for you. Hooray for MPR being brave!

And now I'm going to attempt to do something about my boredom - work, dance, sleep, repeat - by cooking dinner and practicing guitar.