HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANI!! (or, britt writes a sappy love letter)

Dear World,

I need to publically proclaim my unconditional, undying love for the incredible Dani Larson. Dani is my best friend, my sister, the co-author of this blog, and the woman of my heart! We may get married someday, who knows. She is my soul mate. Just saying. So step off, biatches!!

And I am just gushing with love for her on this fine day, her BIRTHDAY!! Please join me in wishing this very special human the most amazing birthday ever!!

Dani, you mean the world to me. I would not be the person I am today without your influence in my life. I am humbled and made giddy by your presence in my life daily. Thank you for being fucking AWESOME.

So! Today! You MUST:

and

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DANI GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of my love, forever & ever,

~your britt (and the WHOLE Internet world who is voyeuristically tuning into this post right now)

britt gets drunk on a spaceship

…It’s true.

Just watch:

I don’t even know if I need to add anything witty to follow that brilliant piece of art. It says enough. It says it ALL.

But! I will say this. Hundreds of thousands of people (most likely) are going to see me drunk. That’s right, Internet. This is a gift I give to you. And I give it willingly. From the bottom of my heart. You are welcome. I regret NOTHING.

And damn it, I DELIVERED. I spit out those lines if it was the last thing I’d ever do standing upright. I am proud of me. Whether Mom and Dad are is a different story… but…  I WIN.

And for the RECORD… Chris R. Wilson is a fucking GENIUS. A mad genius. I mean, did you SEE the crazy effects in that video?! WE WERE IN SPACE!! We had a SPACESHIP!! There were ALIENS!! Holy shit!!

This is the same genius man that brought you Throng and Do You Love Me (Cleverbot). Chris answered the Internet’s plea to see more Cleverbot in an incredible way with this video. I would never, EVER in a million years get behind a camera drunk and make a complete ass out of myself for the world to see. Unless your name is Chris R. Wilson and you asked me too. Then I would. Obviously. I am beyond excited to see where it adventures to in Interweb land.

Aaaaaanyway… There are other exciting things happening in SoberBrittLand, so let me share those events with you:

My (past couple) week(s):

I simply cannot believe that I am almost through the rehearsal period of The Big Meal with Artists Repertory Theatre. We move out of the rehearsal space and into the theatre this Wednesday and begin tech this Thursday!! Next week is all dress rehearsals and previews. Holy moley!! You guys… I have never been more excited about a play, ever. It is such an incredible experience. It is gonna be goooooood.

I love my little family so much… can you tell by looking at these photos?! I mean, COME ON!!

Photo Courtesy: Bob Conklin

Photo Courtesy: Bob Conklin

Photo Courtesy: Bob Conklin

Photo Courtesy: Bob Conklin

Photo Courtesy: Bob Conklin

Photo Courtesy: Bob Conklin

Me and my mini-me: Agatha Olsen

Me and my mini-me: Agatha Olsen

We even had a friendly visit from OPB Arts Beat who is doing piece on our incredible director, Damaso Rodriguez!

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Too cool. Seriously. I could die.

ANYWAY! More, oh, soooo much more on The Big Meal soon!

As you may recall, I participated in the annual 48 Hour Film Project a couple weekends ago in Portland. It was thrilling, exhausting, and deliriously fun. I had such a great (sleep-deprived) time. I am proud to say that our team, Team Obsidian, was a finalist this year and won awards for Best Sound Design and Best Acting.

Proof!

Proof!

Check it out here!

https://vimeo.com/71800368#at=0

I had my last Theatre Vertigo event as a member a couple weeks ago. So sad! 😦 It has been a great two years and Vertigo has been so good to me. It was so nice to transition out of the company with one of my favorite theatrical events of the year, Anonymous Theatre. This year we produced “By The Skin of Our Teeth” and completely sold out the Portland Center Stage Armory theatre space. It was awesome. And then, at the end of the show, there was this flash mob thing… In which I bum-rushed the stage and danced with the cast (and alongside my fellow Theatre Vertigo members) with zero shame. Check my killer moves:

I really do dance this white all the time.

I really do dance this white all the time.

I am actually levitating in that photo. No need to be jealous. I’ll teach you.

In other news, my dear friend Gary Norman did a photography project (video-ed by the one and only Mario Calcagno) called the iLit Project. Check it out:

Gary shot these portraits using only iphone 4s or 5s as the lighting instruments. It was incredible.

(c) Gary Norman

(c) Gary Norman

(c) Gary Norman

(c) Gary Norman

I think that Apple should give him a million-quadrillion dollars for the brilliant marketing idea and ingenious use of their device.

Last weekend I had the honor of working with Kimber Dion on a beautiful short called Goodbye First Love. I cannot wait to tell you all more about this film.

(c) Boulevard Studios & King Poacher Independent

(c) King Poacher Independent

Whew. I think we’re pretty much covered it all. I wish I could go into more detail about each of these projects and what they mean to me (this past month has been such a blessing with the caliber and heart of the projects I have been lucky enough to work on), but we will just have to save those juicy details for later.

Now. If there is anything you have taken away from this blog post today, kids, let it be this: 

And drink responsibly.

…And stay out of space.

All of my love to you, Earthlings,

~britt

dani tries to figure out wtf country she’s in

I just got off the phone with my very favorite Britt and as usual, I felt instantly inspired to write (and make movies and make art and make fun, but I have this blog to write and so I am going to WRITE).

I have felt somewhat at a loss for the past couple of weeks since being back from India because, as I mentioned, I have been experiencing REVERSE culture shock. As in, you leave your country for a while and go experience another culture and then you come back home and you’re like:

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And it’s hard not to go into a downward spiral that goes kind of like…

WTF is wrong with this country?
WHY did I come back?
CAN I just go back to India forever? Is that throwing away all of the opportunities I was given by being born in this country?
HOW SOON can I go back?
WHY do I feel this way?

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Except that’s NOT TRUE, Emo-Dani, it’s just NOT TRUE. We live in a global age and bajillions of people have traveled and moved and immigrated and gone through this stuff over and over again and it’s just NOT TRUE!!

So let me rewind a little bit.

INDIA IS AWESOME. It is this incredibly diverse, chaotic, beautiful, crazy UNIVERSE of possibility where there is quite literally a billion different ways of living your life and being in the world. Total FOOD for my actor-brain, and the best kind of nourishment for my soul. For the first month, Tarah and I were traveling around India like the twentysomething backpacking bums that we are:

Dani and Tarah arrive in Rishikesh

Dani and Tarah in full backpacker mode

We spent a couple of weeks doing yoga in Rishikesh when intense flash flooding hit the state of Uttarakhand, upriver of where we were staying. Seemingly overnight, the big, beautiful Momma Ganges River turned into a rageful and torrential stream of destruction.

Right as the floods started, our new Canadian friend Kelsy happened to leave for the mountains which would soon become incredibly dangerous, Tarah and I had AMAZING astrology readings with this spiritual guru lady named Amodini, and I got horrendously sick with the flu. We were completely safe in Rishikesh, but there was no electricity or internet anywhere for days, so bad news from upriver trickled in slowly–corpses of wild elephants, cars with bodies still trapped inside, remains of ancient temples… It all flowed by somewhere under the raging river a few hundred yards down the hill. And I was pretty much bedridden with a fever and no voice, the words of Amodini echoing in my head with talk of my birthright, my spiritual relationship with Jesus and Buddha, and god knows what else. It was a surreal time.

Tarah took these one day.  See that big white building? The first floor is covered in water.

Tarah took these one day. See that big white building? The first floor is covered in water.

After a few days, Kelsy came back with some terrifying tales of spending three days and two nights on the road fleeing the floods, and while she was happy to be in the safety of Rishikesh, she needed to get the hell out of the mountains and out of sight of the Ganges, and so we decided to go south to Udaipur:

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ISN’T IT FUCKING GORGEOUS??

Wait wait wait I’m getting ahead of myself again. So we decided to flee Rishikesh:

I swear we are not as freaked out as we look.

I swear we are not as freaked out as we look.

No really, I swear Kelsy is not ACTUALLY as upset as she looks in this picture. Or maybe she was. But I’m pretty sure we were just messing around. Anyway, here are some of the sights we saw as we left Rishikesh for Delhi, and they really help paint of picture of what I mean when I say India is a place of POSSIBILITY.

Donkeys moving bricks!

Donkeys moving bricks!

Oh sure, GIANT TRUCK you can pass that tourist van on the shoulder of this one lane road next to these stacks of bricks. Just make sure you don’t run over that unsupervised donkey that is in charge of moving all of those bricks.

Typical street scene

Typical street scene

Check out that food stall. These food stalls pop up about every ten feet and feature a cooler (or cardboard box) with some cokes in it, and a giant wok. If you own a wok, you can own a restaurant. Can you imagine trying to do that in the US? Also check out the mish mash of Indian and “Western” clothes that people are wearing, and the ratio of men to women in this picture. Both are pretty typical.

On the road...

On the side of the road…

“Hey guys I think we should start a custom cabinetry business.”

“Yeah man, I think we can set it up between those trees where the pigs hang out.”

……yeah!

Paharganj, New Delhi

Paharganj, New Delhi. Quintessentially chaotic

Amidst all this chaos, Tarah and I managed to stand out; Tarah with her pale skin and me with a mane of blond hair. We made a ton of friends, people openly shared their kindness and hospitality, and we occasionally had to avoid a hustler trying to make a buck off of the “rich white ladies.”

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ERMAHGERD I’M RICH

But you know, who can blame them? As you can see, if you have ANY idea of a way to make a living or a way of living your life, then India is your oyster. Being there felt completely liberating. It didn’t matter what we wore or how we acted or what we did because we stood out whether we were quiet as mice or completely ridiculous. I know that we were excused from a lot of social expectations because we were foreign tourists, but I think that in general Indian culture is more accepting of differences; the Indian imagination is much bigger when it comes to humanity…when it comes to the things they think people are capable of.

Imagine going from that to Los Angeles: the judgiest place in the human universe.

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Within my own culture, and especially as one of a million blond actors in LA, I am keenly aware of the fact that people I don’t even know (without even thinking about it or without even trying to) are constantly judging and classifying me depending on my weight, on my skin, on my eyebrows, on how expensive my clothes look, on the car I drive, blah blah blah. This Sunday I was at a coffeeshop in Silver Lake watching a parade of hipsters trying so hard to BE something or to NOT be something, and then later in the day I was at a jazz night in a fancy hotel watching a parade of supermodels and wannabe starlets also trying to BE SOMETHING and NOT be a failure or something…

I guess ultimately it’s the same thing…. The people struggling to survive in Delhi are the same people trying to find there place in the world in LA. It’s just difficult. It’s not easy for anyone–from the skinny eighteen-year-old model at the bar in the fancy hotel to the skinny twelve-year-old kid in India with more tattoos than my musician brother. In the end I guess it’s just about accepting that I am another gypsy soul trying to find my place and my purpose in the world. Trying to find meaning in it all.

An ACTUAL gypsy in Rajasthan

An ACTUAL gypsy in Rajasthan

AHEM.

…..

Man, people with Emo haircuts are really keeping this blog in check today. Thanks, dude.

So I got sidetracked and only really talked about 1/4 of my trip so far… Let me explain something real quick: For the first week that I was in LA, I was LOSING MY MIND. I felt like sleeping all day (as the nice British man explains) so for some reason I decided to combat this by doing a bunch of crazy shit during the daytime in order to stay awake, but then at nighttime I was wide awake so I just continued doing a bunch of crazy shit and not sleeping. So I have not been on top of my blogging game.

yeah… like that.

Anyway! To round out this edition of Dani-tries-to-figure-out-WTF-country-she’s-in, I’m going to call in the aid of another dude with an Emo haircut to tell you about jet lag. After two minutes he changes the subject, so feel free to go about your day after that.

….Yeah. India. Jet lag. Transitions. Emo-hair.

mic drop

–dani

britt is a working actor

Oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygod, you guys… everyone…. Dani’s back!!! And I left my day job!! And I’m moving to Los Angeles!! Like, SOON!!

…And pretty much all things in life are magical. I mean, the world was gifted Shark Week AND a new episode of Breaking Bad and I am constantly hopped-up on Kombucha and free coffee I get at rehearsal. Need I say more?! My heart is happy and my head is full of to-do’s that I actually WANT to DO, and I wish that I didn’t require sleep so I can max out my days with Limitless Rad.

My weekly schedule right now is this: noon-6pm rehearsal, 6 days a week. Time before and after this is used for personal projects, misc. film work that comes up, WORKING OUT AND TAKING CARE OF MYSELF (gasp!! I’m even doing acupuncture?!!!), LA move prep and spending time with friends. You guys, I am living the dream. I am a working actor.

Okay– back up– record scratch moment– I hate that term. I dislike the term “working actor” as much as I dislike the terms “networking” and “moist”. I can’t really explain why, it just sounds pretentious and/or that I have something to prove. I don’t. I just don’t know how else to explain it. So! I will grit my teeth and proclaim to you, I am a working actor. And you know what? That’s pretty fucking hard to do in Portland, Oregon so I’m going to allow myself this cheesy moment. All though 2013, I’d say my income breakdown was 50/50 (acting income/accounting income) or 60/40, so to drop off the accounting part right before I make The Big Move feels pretty good. Cause god knows I’ll be working a million shitty jobs to survive once I get to Los Angeles.

So let me catch you up. This is what I have been up to the past week or so, my friends:

My Week:

This week brought the close of The Tamer Tamed with Portland Shakespeare Project. It was a fun, energetic last couple shows where, on my end at least, there was plenty of this:

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and some of this:

PSP-TamerTamed-0052-130723-Mand lots of this:

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and maaaaybe a little of this:

PSP-TamerTamed-0193-130723-M…that’s right, I’m an insane person.

Which brings me to my next topic. The 48 Hour Film Project. It was during this past weekend where I broke through to a whole new level of insanity when I was up working for 35 hours straight.

It went like this.

On Friday, I worked my last day at my day job:

Exhibit A: Feelin good so far.

Exhibit A: Feelin good so far. Adios, cubicle.

then went straight from the office to the kick-off event for the 48 Hour Film Race, where, clearly, I worked VERY hard:

Exhibit B: We picked sci-fi for our genre. And I drank cheap beer.

Exhibit B: We picked sci-fi for our genre. And I drank cheap beer.

I went from to the kick-off event to set, where I remained from 8pm Friday to noon Saturday. During this time, I “helped” with pre-production:

Exhibit C: This is me "helping" our screenwriter draft the best sci fi story the world has ever seen.

Exhibit C: This is me “helping” our screenwriter draft the best sci fi story the world has ever seen.

we shot all through the night:

Tired actor faces at 2am. When we wrapped our FIRST shot of the night. Oh boy.

Exhibit D: Tired actor faces at 2am. When we wrapped our FIRST shot of the night. Oh boy.

And after getting dirty from rolling around in an haunted warehouse, sprinting for my life at 6am for the benefit of an octocopter shot, and falling asleep on the toilet at 8am (not my finest hour), we started to capture the story we wrote:

Exhibit E: CINEMA.

Exhibit E: CINEMA.

And then, at noon last Saturday, on my 32nd hour, we wrapped the day and I headed straight to my 1pm call for the Portland Shakespeare Project show, where I felt a lot like this:

Exhibit F: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Exhibit F: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

And yet… I somehow survived. And, dare I say, I MORE than survived. It’s like I had an extra energy/emergency-focus tank somewhere in my brain that I finally had access to tap into. I didn’t know I had that in me. I felt kind of invincible after all of that. And on that 35th hour, after curtain-call of the show, I headed promptly back to the green room backstage and fell the F asleep on the couch. After my nap I drove home and slept for like, a million hours. It was awesome. One of the top 10 sleeps of my life.

Now… things have been crazy but fanTASTIC. And after last weekend, my life has been on a more structured track as I started my new job at Artists Repertory Theatre!! This week marks the completion of Week 1 of the rehearsal process for The Big Meal, and I am having a blast. This play is SO FUCKING GOOD, you guys. I can’t even… I can’t even handle it. And just LOOK at how hot and awesome and amazing my new family is!!

The cast of The Big Meal.

The cast of The Big Meal.

…Told you. I am pretty jealous of myself right now. They are all beautiful people and I love them.

Oh!! And–in closing– I finally got my silly reel done after a million years of putting it off, so here it is! It is a bit (okay, maybe a LOT) CrazyPants, but what else would you expect from me? Enjoy!

https://vimeo.com/71462770

…And I don’t know why this vimeo is just showing up as a link right now, but I’ll fix it later. I gotta run. Anyway. Until next time!

I love you all!!

sharkweek,

~britt

guess who’s back. DANI’S BACK.

WHOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Exactly a week ago, my plane touched down in Los Angeles after a two month trip to India.

Landing at LAX at sunset

Landing at LAX at sunset

It’s been a whirlwind week back in the United States, and I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time poring over Britt‘s posts from this summer, getting misty-eyed about how amazing and inspiring my best friend is, and pondering what I could possibly say at this time to sum up the last two months of my life AND riff off all the inspiring things Britt had to say in my absence.  It’s nuts to me how much my girl has been through in the last few months: shooting a million projects, juggling a million jobs, being in a million plays, taking care of her health, enduring major life upsets, leaving her day job, closing down a theater, and just continuing to be hilarious and charming every step of the way.  I don’t know about you guys, but it makes me dizzy just thinking about it!

And that is saying something, because India can be pretty dizzying at times.  Honestly though, the reason it has taken me a week to write a freakin’ post is that being back in America has been more overwhelming to me than touching down in India.  Look you guys, they even have a bunch of charts on google to demonstrate reverse-culture-shock:

Graphs mean SCIENCE

Aight, so a lot of that is hooey…  Or at least I can say that a lot of that wasn’t the case for me personally, but still THERE ARE CHARTS PEOPLE.  And I was only gone for two months!  That’s nothing!

But now….

And I’m slowly readjusting to bleach blonde hair and fake tits.  YAY LOS ANGELES!!  Britt, there are so many fake bitches down here! (No offense to all the fake bitches.  I am sure you are all wonderful beautiful people at your core.)

In all seriousness, folks, this city is waiting to embrace Britt Harris and lift her up to the heights of glory, because Los Angeles has never SEEN such an original, authentic, intelligent, beautiful, insightful, creative, REAL woman in all of its days.  I can now safely say that I’ve been all over the world and never met someone with such unbridled passion, creativity, and drive, and it is really, really special.  I’m jealous that you all have had internet for two months and have been able to keep up with all of her exploits.

Meanwhile, I keep going back and forth between this…

and this…

For the past week I’ve been alternating between sleeping/taking care of my self and partying-like-it’s-1999.  My body can’t decide if it wants to sleep for 10 years or take Los Angeles by the horns and ride it like a drunk middle-aged lady on a mechanical bull at a square-dancing bar trying to forget her past.

I don’t know y’all.

The second month of my trip was spent in Stok village, which is near Leh, Ladakh, in Northern India. What????

ladakh map

Ohhhh! Thank you, cartoon-y map!  That’s where it is!  As you can see, Ladakh is actually part of the political province of Jammu and Kashmir (J&K), which is part of India.  J&K is frequently subject to political violence and activism, since there have been border disputes between India and Pakistan for years and years and years–pretty much since India became a country when the British left. Ladakh is the part of Northern India that is largely isolated, both culturally and practically, from that political unrest, and is home to about 200,000 Ladakhi people who are mostly Buddhist and much more similar to Tibetans in language, religion, and culture.  Ladakh is often called “Little Tibet,” but in my opinion that’s kind of like calling Canada “Little United States”… a somewhat true/offensive generalization. 

Anyway!  Where was I going with this?  Are you all bored with my pseudo history lesson yet?

Oh yeah! So Ladakh is this stunningly beautiful and sublimely peaceful little slice of heaven nestled in the Himalayas between two incredibly contentious political regions:  China-occupied Tibet and the Pakistan/India territory fight in Jammu and Kashmir.  I lived there for a month with this guy:

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Khen Rinpoche Geshe Kachen Lobzang Tsetan with me and Tarah, my friend from the USA

Khen Rinpoche is an incredible human being, and meeting him was a karmic and life-changing stroke of luck.  I am sure I will talk more about this later, but he taught me about Buddhism (and life) and taught by example how to live with deep compassion for all sentient beings, and use the life you were given to bring compassion and love to the planet.  I’m weeping now just thinking about it.  

So try to imagine with me, for a moment, going from life in a peaceful and remote village with a bunch of Buddhists where this is what you see every day, 

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To LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.  LA is essentially the breeding ground of America’s largest export:  AMERICAN CULTURE (which could not be any different from Ladakhi culture if it tried).

Thank you, Ke$ha, for personifying everything that I am trying to say. 

So yes.  Dear, sweet, beautiful blog readers.  For the next few weeks before I start the second year of my MFA in Acting at USC, I will be presenting you with a series of blogs which will attempt to share with you some of my experiences from my summer in India, to make up for the fact that I did practically NO blogging while I was gone.  I have nothing but love and appreciation in my heart for anyone who is willing to plunge down this rabbit hole with me and help me to digest these experiences and apply them to my life as an actor in the city of angels.

PEACE OUT!!

dani

britt leaves her day job.

Today… is a big deal.

I am leaving my day job to…–GASP–… ACT FULL TIME! And then… move to Los Angeles.

Yes, folks, it’s true. WHAT GOLD I HAVE STRUCK!

Let me explain.

I got a job at Artists Repertory Theatre doing the West Coast premiere of The Big Meal by Dan LeFranc. And let me tell you… I have never been so excited to do a play…EVER. The script is amazing, the cast is amazing, the director is amazing… I am on cloud nine. I cannot wait to get to work for our first rehearsal on Monday.

The Big Meal at ART

The Big Meal at ART

This show opens the beginning of September and runs through the middle of October. And then…! I am OUT. See ya, Portland, Hello Hollywood! (Read as: See ya, Moderate Stability, Hello, Poor-Britt-Living-Out-of-Her-Car-and-Only-Eating-20-Cent-Bananas!) It’s going to be rad.

Life is good. And scary. And uncertain. And thrilling. And EVERYTHING. And I love it.

ALSO! DANI returned home to LA today from her Grand India Adventure!!

TODAY IS SUCH A BIG DAY!!

Okay. I’m coming down off of my caffeine rush a little bit now, I promise.

So, I’m leaving my day job. And I’m kind of sad. I love my day job. I love the people, I love the place, I love how flexible they are with my hours and how understanding they are of my other commitments. I love how I can show up when I want, leave when I want, and– as long as the job gets done– no one seems to care. I feel very lucky. And am very grateful to have had this job for the past year and a half.

I had a going-away lunch party this afternoon.

Check this out:

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awww.

Awww!

Awww!

AWWWW!!!

AWWWW!!!

In case you can’t tell, this last photo displays the beautiful “Advice For When You Move to LA” cards that each of my co-workers bestowed upon me. It’s pretty brilliant shit. I am keeping them forever. In my wallet.

Some of my faves include:

~”Don’t mess with people who have bad pictures of you/wearing headphones do not make farts silent/enjoy the moment”

~”Lindsay Lohan and Amanda Bynes are NOT appropriate role models”

~”Don’t get on the highways during rush hour “(impossible)

~”Stay an Oregonian–don’t use an umbrella if it rains”

~”Protect the ‘Secret’ of Portland”

~”Eat more ‘choklit’ “

-“Make sure to get a cat to keep you sane…purrrr”

…Like I said, I love my coworkers.

I am genuinely sad to leave, but I am proud to make the first big step in moving forward with what I want in my life. And I know that making that step is seldom comfortable or easy.

Today I feel lucky, content, a little shaky, and very, very grateful. You’ve been good to me, reliable-office-job… you have been good to me.

See? Look! I am so happy! Look at me filing!

See? Look! I am so happy! Look at me filing!

I am also very grateful for the awesome crap that has been going on in my real world the past two weeks:

My (Past Couple) Week(s):

I have had excessive commercial auditions, ordered and printed my new headshots, got my reel cut (Thank you, Americonic Films!), and got a little more sleep than expected (…score).

 Also, The Tamer Tamed with Portland Shakespeare Project opened:

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…And we’re having a lot of fun!

Clearly. I mean, look at us.

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I shot a new short film with Chris R. Wilson (We’ll Fix It In Post Productions) of Cleverbot (Do You Love Me)/Bad Signs/James Vs. Reality fame:

(c) We'll Fix It In Post Prod.

(c) We’ll Fix It In Post Prod.

(c) We'll Fix It In Post Prod.

(c) We’ll Fix It In Post Prod.

I guarantee that this film is one for the books, people. I’m not going to give it away, but let’s just say you’ll be seeing a lot of this little short all over the interwebs soon. It will be epic. And I may be a bit of an idiot in it. We shall see. But regardless, this was–hands-down–the most entertaining shoot I have ever been a part of.

this will all make sense later. I promise.

this will all make sense later. I promise.

Speaking of Chris R. Wilson and his shenanigans, Cleverbot (Do You Love Me) was featured on Buzzfeed again! Seeing as I waste a shameful amount of my life on Buzzfeed looking at pictures of stoned cats and Things That Remind Me of My Childhood/ 90’s, it is crazy to see my face on there. And this happened not once, but twice! The first time (back in February) there was a thumbnail of my face at the top of the webpage in between a thumbnail of Miley Cyrus’s face and a thumbnail of Kate Middleton’s face. MIND=BLOWN. Aaaaaand… that was the high point of my life, folks! We can all go home now.

But seriously. I am going to go home now because I am about to leave my cubicle for the last time from the day job I (surprisingly) love. And that is a BOOOLD statement, coming from someone who has trouble sitting still.

Peace out, Office Job… it’s been real.

keep it classy, cubicle.

keep it classy, cubicle.

Thanks for reading, friends!

~britt