But I don't wanna grow up..

Welp, here it is.. The official last day of my 20s.

What I'm doing tonight

Where the fuck did all the years go?  

Granted, I probably don't remember about 2 of them (fucking booze) but that still leaves 8 years that just *poof* disappeared.

Isn't there some kind of deal that I can make with the devil to go back to being 21 or something?

There sure are a few things that I'd like a redo on.  Though, luckily not that many.

I guess, all in all.. My 20s weren't so bad.  A few ups and downs like anybody, and the last 2ish years or so were a bit bumpy.  But I think, overall, they were pretty good.

And.. I am determined to make my 30s the absolute best years.

Well, until my 40s.  But one decade at a time, hm?

Here's what I've done so far, and what I'm planning to do to

As you know, I'm working on losing my winter weight.  Dropped almost 10 pounds so far!  Really miss a lot of things.. Fries.. booze.. ice cream.. butter.. But, I do feel great, so.. I'm sticking with it.

I also was reading about Project 365, where you take 1 photo a day for an entire year.  I really like this idea.  And hell, with camera phones it's certainly easy enough.  So, starting tomorrow, for 1 year I am going to take 1 picture a day and document my entire 30th year.

We'll see how it goes.

Also, I'm going to get my acting site up and running and start mailings to local managers and agencies.  That's my goal for this month.

Huh.. writing this out, I realized I've kinda naturally set timely goals.

Year: Picture a day
Month: Mailings
Day: Stick to the diet.

Hm.. now I need a goal for the week to round it out.  

I'll get back to you on that.

Other than that, I don't really have much planned for the actual birthday.  Some drinks with fam tomorrow night and then I'm going to hit the Brooklyn fair next week.  What better way to celebrate turning 30 than by acting like a kid?

Dipping my toes back into the dating sludge.

So, I mentioned a few days ago that I hadn't been interested in dating lately.  Which is true.  But unless I want to end up a crazy(er) dog lady then I need to get back out there.

So, I bit the bullet and joined another site.  

Yes, another.  I'm keeping the POF and OkC profiles up for the laughs (and the blog hits) and maybe for the off chance that one of the 3 sane guys in NYC happens to message me.

Right.

Anyway, I figured since the sites I'm on now aren't working, it's time to shake it up a bit.

I joined Millionaire Match.  

Actually, my aunt had a lot of luck on it and mentioned it to me years ago but I was all "Yeah, OK.  Someday."  Well, someday has arrived.

I've been on it about a week now and have some promising leads.  I'm not sure if this is New Profile Luck or it's a slightly classier breed of men.  Which, lets be honest.. that's not terribly hard to do.  I mean, let's face it.. In today's dating world a typical convo after the first date goes like this:

Dating Douche: "Hey!  I had such a great time with you tonight, I really hope we can do it again!"
Dating Dummy (me): "Thank you so much!  I really had a great time too!"
Dating Douche: "Good. :)  Hey, here's a picture of my penis.  So, are you doing anything next Friday?"
Dating Dummy: "..."

And then I have to go through the hassle of blocking yet another number.  I've had to block so many numbers that the NSA probably thinks I'm on the run from the mob or Nicolas Cage or something.  It's really very inconvenient.

What I like so far is that the men tend to be a little older (and y'all know I love me an older man) and much, much more polite.  I haven't once gotten a "Fine, fuck you, ugly bitch," reply to my "Sorry, I'm not interested, best of luck!" messages.  So that right there is a plus.

Not only that, but the messages themselves are monitored.  Any vulgar or sexual language gets you immediately banned.  And my fellow online dating ladies know how nice that must be, amirite?

So, we'll see how it goes and I'll be sure to report back on here.  Otherwise, what fun would that be?

In other news, I'm still on my No Fats, No Sugar, No Fun Alcohol diet and things are going really, really well.  I was eating healthier for a couple weeks beforehand, so the diet wasn't THAT huge of a change.  And I've been adhering strictly to proper portion sizes.  It's crazy how much of a difference that makes.  I'm down 6 pounds this week alone.

Fucking-A.  It feels good.  Plus, my energy is up and I've had a lot less mood swings.  

This is good for everyone involved.  Trust me.  Heh.

Alright, loves.  Chat soon, I'm sure.

XOXO

Is this thing on? :tap tap:

Hi y'all.  It's been awhile.  Too long, really.

Honestly, I don't really have any good excuses for why I stopped blogging for so long.  Mostly, I just didn't have anything to write.

I was kinda taking a break from dating.. No one was peaking my interest, you know?  And besides that, not much else was happening.  

When I left off, I was just starting rehearsals to the play.  They lasted a few weeks and were a lot of fun.  Just really a great cast.  The play itself (a sketch comedy, I had 5 sketches) was very, very funny.  Went off (mostly) without a hitch.  

OK, I forgot 1 line on the first night and improvised to the next part where we picked it back up.  Still got a lot of laughs and a standing ovation at the end of the night.  Next night, same sketch and the other actress (who had to fill in for someone else) skipped a line but it went unnoticed.  The 4 other sketches that I did went perfectly.

The play didn't get picked up, so that was a bummer.  But it was worth it to meet everyone.  We all had a great time. 

I mean, really, other than that.. There just hasn't been much going on.  I've been doing the usual stuff.  Auditions, hanging with my roomie Jess, going out, movies, movie nights in, wine nights, Rebel Bingo, shows, etc.  

Huh.  OK, that sounds like a lot more than I remember.  But I swear, it's not been anything super fun.  Just regular stuff.  And honestly, it just didn't seem worth writing about.

BUT.  But now, I'm going to be 30 in 10ish days (holy shit) and I decided it's time to get back to it.  Maybe it's my 30th Year Resolutions.  

Or something.

On that note, I've gotten back into eating healthy the past 3 weeks and started an actual diet about a week ago.  Lots of veggies, lean meats, nothing but water, no sugars, no unhealthy fats, no alcohol, no fun.

It fucking sucks donkey dick but I feel great.  And I'm losing my winter weight.  Which, considering it's May, is about time.

So, that's pretty much it.  That and I'm really, REALLY going to try to keep blogging.  

Just don't hate me if I miss a few days, 'kay?

XOXO

Now where am I going to find the time to do nothing?

So, I haven't posted in a couple weeks because I've been surprisingly busy.  

Which is really cutting into my Lay Around and Do Nothing plan.

About 2 weeks ago I finally got my headshots redone.  I eventually settled on these..

The top two being used for internet submissions along with the bottom two.  The bottom two will be printed as well.

So far, they seem to be working.  I've gotten 3 auditions.  Had to pass on one because of travel time.  It would have been 9 hours on a bus, not counting the actual audition.. basically, my pups would have been stuck at home for 11ish hours.  That and if I had gotten it, travel and lodging would not be reimbursed.  

Then I ended up passing on another after the writer made some changes to the part that would have required nudity.

I'm not so down with the nudity part.  At least not for free, anyway.

Anyway, third audition I DID make it to.  I had actually thought that it only had gone so-so but..

I just heard back yesterday that I got the part!  So, that was pretty badass.  And also a good pick-me-up due to the fact that two hours earlier I ran into my ex for the first time in over a year.

While I was wearing a turkey on my head.

No, seriously.

Expression not included.

This was taken after in the bar, of course.  Because I need some alcohol.  

By some, I mean lots.

And that's my life lately.

Oh!  And rehearsals start tomorrow which I am beyond excited about.  I'll keep y'all updated on how it goes and the part and everything.  

XOXO

Busy like a kinda lazy bee.

I'm not sure what it is about telling summer to fuck off, but I swear.. Once the cold weather makes it's way over, I can hardly stay in the house.

Whereas hot weather makes me hermit myself away from the world and hug my AC 22 hours out of the day.  Because sweat.  Ick.

Last Thursday a friend and I headed over to Irving Plaza to catch Candlebox and Hinder.  

But first we started with this.

And this.

Because calories don't count when you're going to see live music.

It's true.  I read it on the internet.

Then we watched some bands that I hadn't heard of who were pretty good, actually.  Open Air Stream and Devour the Day.  Look 'em up, if you want.  Or not.  

After that Candlebox came out.  Did you know it's been 20 years since their first album debuted?  That doesn't make me feel old at all.

After rocking out with them for a while, they scooted and Hinder came out.

Now, if you're familiar with Hinder at all, you'll see in the pictures that the lead singer?  Not Austin Winkler.  Nope.

It's Jared Weeks.  From Saving Abel.  Who I have a huge lady boner for.  Despite him being all gingery.  Because omg I love him.

So, not only did we get songs from Hinder, we also got some Saving Abel songs.  Which I was totally OK with.  Because I love him.  And not only that.  He totally sweated on me and it was awesome.  Because I love him.

Then on Saturday I finally got my hairs did.  Finally.  I was starting to look a hot mess.

But minus the hot.

And something that is totally out of character for me.  I completely forgot to take 600 selfies of my finished hair.  And I wasn't even drunk.  So I have no idea how that slipped my mind.

Later though, I was drunk.  I met up with a friend and her husband to watch the Iowa game.  Or something.  I'm pretty sure it was Iowa.

Maybe.

Then they headed home and I went to meet up with another friend at her work.  It's a bar though, so it's not weird.  It's good that she's not like, a teacher or something.  Because they tend to frown on drunken visitors.  And that would be awkward.

I don't have any pictures of that though.  Because I was drunk at that point.  I did find this pic on my phone.

Of which I have no explanation for.  So we'll just go with aliens.  Because why not?

Next up?  Shopping tomorrow for some tops for my upcoming headshots.  Which will either be Wednesday or Friday.  With a fantastic photographer.  I am superdupersuper excited about this.  

XOXO

Oh, hey there, my sister.

Aah.. The Single Girl Smile and Nod.  

What's that you ask?

Please be to sitting and I shall tell you.  

TSGSaN is what happens when you do something so obviously single in front of another single woman and her response is a simple smile and nod.  As if she's trying to say "I see you, my sister."

Like when I'm in the checkout at my local grocery store for the second time this week.  Buying frozen TV dinners, popcorn, what looks like enough Diet Coke to last me through winter but will actually be gone in 4 days, 6 cans of soup and beer.

For a moment, the checkout girl is unfrozen from her self-imposed hypnotism in the attempt to just make it through the day, registers your pile of single girl food, throws that look your way that says "I get it, I just bought the exact same things yesterday and probably will buy it all again tomorrow," smiles and nods at you.

Or when you're scrambling around on a Friday afternoon, trying to buy an entire outfit at Express or Anthropologie because your friends refused to let you flake out on them *again* and you HAVE to have a new outfit because you go to that same bar more times than you care to admit.. 

You lock eyes with the other woman that's rushing around the store too.  You both nod and smile at each other.  Her eyes saying "Aah, you too?  Hang in there, fellow single sister.  I'll see you at the club later.  And you better not buy that top because I've been eyeing it since I walked in."

Yes.  The Single Girl Smile and Nod is a little salute to the fellow single women we come in contact with.  Which is a lot, considering women outnumber men 2:1 in NYC.

We're in this together, my friend.  

She's smiling on the inside.

XOXO

Dammit Jimmy Kimmel.

Yoga pants hats off to you.  You got me.  

Got me good.

And you're right.. I guess it's good that nothing was more important this week.

Like Syria.  Or that a dad starved his 3 year old daughter so that she was only 11 lbs when she died.  Or a lost van Gogh was discovered this week.

All of which I read and/or heard about. 

And I posted the twerking fail video like everyone else.

Well played, Jimmy.. well played indeed.