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[22 Jun 2007|10:22pm] |
``Tom Cruise. Jim Carrey. Brad Pitt. Who's the biggest movie star on the planet? Not these Hollywood heroes. From Morocco to Malaysia, one man is worshipped by a billion people: Shahrukh Khan.`` I can't tell you how much I admire that man. How much I want to be [like] that man. ``I never want to act bigger than I am. I don't see why people should. Why should I wear dark glasses when I spent all my life trying to be recognized?`` Words to live by. For me, at least. It's something I could really relate to, especially right now, and as a person he's also someone I can relate to.
Unfortunately he wasn't at the award show, and neither was Hrithik, or Priyanka, or .. well, anyone I really wanted to see. :\ Still, for my first live award show, it was amazing. More of a concert than anything. And those backup dancers? Gor-ge-ous. Even Bipasha, despite her odd fake mud complexion, looked hot [and that's saying a lot because she's usually ugly, like in the Koffee interview. Ew.] The day after, we [Me, Rhonda, Richard, Neo, Feo, Ian, and Malcolm] go bowling, which is where I lost my cellphone. Unfortunately the Jewey lady owner found it and called the house a few days later [and I was SO close to getting a new phone, too!] It closed early and there was nothing to do, so I decided we should drive into the city. Now, mind you, I've NEVER driven in Manhattan before. At least not with myself at the wheel. Ian's a natural navigator, so getting there was a snap. At 2:30am, the place was a lot less congested than usual [though, still congested] but we found a spot to park in [which wasn't easy because the truck's transmission is fucked and getting into reverse is a hot or miss. This is why I park on hills.] Anyway, that weekend was a blast, from the train ride down [and the subsequent meeting of `train girl` -- I call her that because I forgot her name] to walking in Times Square at the peak hour of Manhattan's freak show.
Now I wish I could say things have returned to the usual routine, but they haven't. It's been nothing but nonstop work around here. Repainting the garage, shampooing the carpets, scrubbing mats, cleaning out closets, etc. All in preparation for the party. The big graduation party. Don't look at me, it wasn't MY idea. All the work just wears me out because I started working out again -- at least, I make a conscious effort this time. A lot of it is cardio since I reopened the pool because running on a treadmill isn't my thing. The pool's more of a full body workout, then I could go take a nap.
It's Friday now, a day before the big event, and I'm sitting here at my dad's, typing away on my laptop. There's about a half hour or so left before I could close up [by myself, mind you] if this customer doesn't come. Where the hell has the time gone!? There's still much left to do. Like, vacuum the crap from the bottom of the pool, clean my room [again], and spitshine the truck until I can see myself in the once-black finish. I almost expecting this thing to be one big disaster. Telltale signs were abundant these past few weeks. For instance, I couldn't get Freddie's super hot sister, Felicia, to bartend the thing because the snotty bitch still hasn't gotten back to me [but our savior Jack put us onto this supposedly hot twenty-something with supposedly ginormous babylons who'll do it for us. I'm spending all morning with her tomorrow running around the Valley gathering up supplies. Go me! I just hope she doesn't look like a dog.] Oh, and me being here, unable to do everything I SHOULD be doing.
Even if it IS a mess, it wouldn't be a total loss. Grandma and Chris already filled me in about the big surprise -- A BRAAAAND NEW CAAARRRR! [-Bob Barker] The surprise [at least to me] isn't really the car since I always had a feeling, but what KIND of car. My money's on the Mustang since spending two hours at a Ford dealership a few months ago can't be for nothing. Then again, dad keeps mentioning a G35, and I originally wanted an M3, sooo .. hell, know what? I'll be happy with anything, and I'll treasure it because it's a gift from my parents who worked their asses off to scrounge up the money. I'll be on Cribs someday and during the driveway segment I'll have it all sparkly and in its given condition. Then I'll shift the attention to my Bentley! Lol.
Could time move any slower? I just told some girl that dad'll be in at 8 in the morning so she could bring her car in for an oil change and an inspection. I don't even know if dad's working tomorrow! Oh well, she wasn't very pretty anyway. Ugh, know what I'm going to have to deal with a lot of tomorrow? People going, ``Hey, did you find a job yet? Aren't you going to find one? Do you ever intending on working?`` I'm so fucking sick of hearing that. Not even my PARENTS ask me that. I'm rather comfortable where I am right now, although six months is a bit overdoing it. I just can't tell people, ``I'm gonna be an actor. Watch for me on TV or in the movies.`` They'll more than likely laugh and/or .. well, laugh, and tell me to be serious. At least the lot of them. At least -I- think so. What if it doesn't work out in the end? I'll be the laughing stock of the Jacob family! I'll be ruined! Ruuuuuined! So I'll stick to, ``I'm taking a break right now because college was hard.``
Maybe I should just tell people I'm gonna be the next Shahrukh Khan and let them figure it out.
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