<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:12:04.215-07:00</updated><category term='Gerard Butler'/><category term='Save the Music'/><category term='Half Day Today'/><category term='The Ugly Truth'/><category term='Katherine Heigle'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='No Sleep'/><title type='text'>Jub Jub</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-814013252731341608</id><published>2010-08-22T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:17:19.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headshots</title><content type='html'>Finally got professional headshots taken!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to go with Robin Emtage. She was super nice and the shoot went really really well. We looked through the proofs and there are TONS of great shots to choose from. Now I am just looking forward to getting the photos back (I'll get them sometime this week) so I can get them retouched and finally start marketing myself (do an agent mailing, put a website together, business cards, post cards, etc). So now that I can do all that I am feeling pretty good, and not like I am stuck (which is what I was feeling before). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work for Monday, but I've got an audition for a short film so it won't be a completely wasted day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news I have a serious problem. I like to anything I see with a bird on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the fairfax flea market today and bought this tile thing cause it had a picture of a macaw on it. I did the exact same thing last weekend as well. I also have a painting over my bed... it's more of a design circle thing, but part of that design had birds (it's subtle though... which is nice). My soap thing has a bird on it, my notebook has a bird on it, I bought this wooden bird thing for our living room, I have a bird candle holder, bird serving platter, bird cup, I have multiple pictures of my birds (framed) in my room, and their feathers in little vases. PLUS I am in the process of making this paper bird art thing for my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a serious problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... or just give in and buy an actual bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-814013252731341608?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/814013252731341608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=814013252731341608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/814013252731341608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/814013252731341608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/headshots.html' title='Headshots'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-3857865904919100064</id><published>2010-08-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:15:00.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Month 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am really good at updating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a lot going on since my last update. I've had a few more auditions (mostly for student films) and been doing A LOT more background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting very tired of doing extra work. The initial excitement of doing it when I first came out here two summers ago (and even my first few weeks out here) is pretty much gone. It's the same thing every day, a lot of really weird and annoying people, long hours, very low pay (if my parents weren't helping me out, there is no way I would be able to pay rent/ feed myself), and most days you are treated as sub-human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could deal with it when I knew I only had a few months of it and would be leaving soon, but the thought of doing this for more than another 2 months (if that) makes me cringe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find a real job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to get professional headshots done very soon. I think I found a photographer that seems good and her price isn't that bad. Hopefully once I get those I can start getting a few more legit auditions, and I'll be able to start doing mailings at agencies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still adjusting to being out here. It's tough when you don't really have any close friends around. I've been getting a bit homesick lately.... but I know that there really isn't anything for me at home (except for my pool. I miss my pool. And my birds). All all my friends back home are gone doing their own thing, so I'd be lonely there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eck. Growing up sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-3857865904919100064?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3857865904919100064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=3857865904919100064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3857865904919100064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3857865904919100064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-2.html' title='Month 2'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7184059214826537652</id><published>2010-07-22T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:14:20.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;7/13- No work, but met up with a bunch of the people I worked with at VH1 last summer. It was SO nice seeing them again. Might stop by VH1 for lunch soonish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7/14- I worked on Weeds. It was a pretty fast shoot, a shortish conversation in a nightclub. Only complaint was wearing heels, but even that wasn't all that bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7/15- Worked on Greek. Wasn't as great as the last 2 times I worked the show. We we filming post-homecoming football game scenes. The scenes were suppose to take place in the fall and outside, so we were all in sweaters. In actuality it was over 100 degrees outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The first scene of the day (we were waiting in line for the bathroom) wasn't bad cause it was early in the day. There were a few annoying people around me (this one 40 something year old was around me and wouldn't stop talking!) but I could deal. Then we did another scene... something about stealing a goat. It was SO hot that video village (the area where the director sits looking at the footage being filmed) kept losing power. We were all in sweaters with little or no shade walking around for around 2ish hours. It was miserable. The shot took a really long time to get cause we had to keep stopping cause the actors were sweaty and make-up had to step in, and because working with a live animal is.... working with a live animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that made me really angry though was they made sure the goat had shade (someone was following it around with an umbrella... same with the actors) but we didn't get any shade. I mean I am all for the humanitarian thing with animals. But shouldn't someone worry about the humanitarian thing with... humans? Yes we were there by choice and getting paid to be there, but at the same time the conditions were a bit ridiculous. Also I was surrounded by even more annoying people. This one guy would NOT leave me alone. I could tolerate it in holding (where it was cool) but in that kinda heat, I was not in the mood to deal with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it could have been worse. Some people had to wear marching band uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last scene of the day wasn't as bad. Took place inside at Dobblers (the bar on Greek). It just took a while to film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7/16-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked on Cinema Verite (a new HBO show). This was fun. It was still crazy hot out, but we filmed inside and holding was in air conditioned tents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show takes place in the 1970's so we all went through hair and make-up and got wardrobe. This was THE BEST part of the day. Love love LOVED all of the outfits everyone was in, and getting all 70s-ed out was SO much fun! Blue eye-shadow? Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We filmed a scene of a premier of a tv documentary called "An American Family". James Gandolfini was presenting the film, and kept messing up his lines. It was kinda funny cause he played it off or would swear. He was also kinda playing with the audience while the crew was setting up the shot, which was fun. I really hope that I get to work this show again soon. Period pieces are a lot of fun, and the crew seemed pretty chill and on top of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I went to playa del ray beach with some of the HDT people. It was actually hot enough to lay out this time! We stayed until sunset and then (later) went to this mexican place near my apartment for margaritas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7/19- Worked as an audience member for the game show "Catch 21". We shot 6 episodes, 4 back to back, hour lunch break (walk away lunch... which is so nice to have to buy lunch when you are only making minimum wage), the  shot 2 more. I kept being placed in the "hot seats" which are the seats that are seen the clearest on camera, so they try to put the "hot" people there. Normally I would be flattered... but being in those seats meant that I had to keep smiling and clapping and acting really excited... for 8 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also they were being really annoying about the bathrooms. They didn't want anyone to go use them... so in order to get to use them between filming episodes (which took about an hour) you hda to push and push and get really really nasty. By the time they let you go you could have been there and back 5 times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last episode I was a little bit more in the back, but then there were these really REALLY annoying asian guys behind me that were in a big group (I donno if they were tourists or what) but they were constantly scream "MIKKI!!!!!!!" (the name of the "sexy gameshow girl) in a really annoying way and pretty much making comments about her ass and just pretty much acting like children. I hate when extras do that, cause then the rest of us get treated as such (case in point: the bathroom situation) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we got paid i cash which was nice. (The only perk to audience work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work on 7/20. But I bought a bookself! I also pretty much built my roommate's dresser cause he couldn't figure it out or something. I guess I didn't really mind cause I am getting good at building furniture. It's like a big 3D puzzle. But at the same time he owes me. You hear that Alex? No more getting pissy with me when I tell you to clean up after yourself in the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7/21- Worked "The Event". Long ass day (over 12.5 hours) but it didn't feel that long for most of it. Played a member of a high school swim team at some high school pool in Long Beach. The guys had to get in the water (which I was told was freezing) but the girls were very lucky and we didn't have to. Although after a while it got kinda cold just walking around in a swim suit (I donno how the guys did it). Also the deck was wet and nasty and we had to walk around barefoot... which was gross. Then (after sitting around for a while... which was nice) we moved to another location and became "dead passengers". Went through make-up (they just put this kinda grey stuff on us so we looked dead. I was hoping for blood and stuff, but oh well) and then had to lay down in a warehouse on this white tarp on concrete for over 4 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 2 were fine... around hour 3 I had to pee really bad though. Finally after 3.5 hours a few of the extras (including me) in between shots pretty much demanded a short break (they weren't going to give us one). I hate when sets forget that extras are people... and after a few hours people are probably going to have to pee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other than that it was ok. You could tell it was a new show cause people didn't know exactly what they were doing... and the director and the executive producer seemed really pissed and tense about everything. But the PA's and AD's were fine and were more "this is so ridiculous and tense, but I'm gonna laugh it off".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today: no luck finding a job for tomorrow. But I did finish building my bookcase, and hung a picture, and SUPER cleaned the kitchen and my bathroom. The kitchen was nasty. I took the trash out and found bits of meat behind the trashcan that looked like they had been there for 2 weeks. Also there was all kinds of shit on the stove. So I cleaned everything, and it will stay clean! Well... for at least a week cause the roommate is back in Iowa. I still have some more things to do, like break down some boxes and recycle them... but the apartment looks better so I am happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I will find something for Monday though. I'm not a big fan of just sitting around the apartment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7184059214826537652?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7184059214826537652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7184059214826537652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7184059214826537652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7184059214826537652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-work.html' title='More work'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-460320959750800181</id><published>2010-07-11T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:07:19.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Part 2</title><content type='html'>So I moved to LA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got here on June 30th. It wasn't exactly the easiest day. I was a mess leaving home. I'd gotten upset the day before with the stress of packing and seeing my room so desolate. Seeing a place that you've lived in your entire life just be emptied out is not easy. It did need to be cleaned out. I had so much shit in my room that had accumulated over the years, so that wasn't so much of the problem (yes I got sentimental about some stuff, but nothing too bad). It was the bareness of the place that got to me. But that wasn't anything compared to the hot mess I was right before leaving for the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was pretty good, despite some minor tears on the plane (but at least they were playing a sappy chick flick so it looked like I was crying over the movie, and not that I was just a crazy person). Got my new car (whose name is The Magical Leopluradon), bought a mattress, and spent the night on my brothers couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I got into my apartment and kinda started shopping for things. The next day my roommate got here and we spent the next few days getting stuff for the apartment and building ikea furniture. Screwing things together by hand is not fun, and I found that I have a special talent for stripping screws. It was also really fun when at the last step of building my dresser, I found out that I put the first piece on backwards and had to take everything apart and start over again. Yeah. Super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4th was pretty good. Went over to Jeff's place (one of the roommates from last summer) and had a bbq with a bunch of people I didn't know. Then at night we went to this apartment that had a hot tub on the roof, and we watched fireworks from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Monday I went to the beach, but it was cold and I was just feeling kinda out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday I discovered that my car battery died. I am 99.9% sure I didn't leave any lights on (when I got into the car my lights were in the "off" position") but then again who knows. So I had to get my car jumped... which was just lovely. But I did find a super nice night stand at goodwill, so the day wasn't too horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I went to central casting to update, back to Ikea for a couch (it feels so much more like I live here now that there is a couch) and went to Sande Alessi to update. So it was a pretty good day... until my brand new car got hit in a parking lot. Drivers side mirror knocked off, drivers side door scratched. Awesome. Had a complete emotional breakdown. Also awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, after being woken up far too early to deal with the insurance company and having (yet another) emotional breakdown about the situation, I took the car (mirror being held on by duct tape) by  the Honda body shop so that they could order the parts. I'm taking it in tomorrow so it can be fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I got a job as an extra on Californication. I was booked as a "rocker looking" high school student. Basically the scene we were used for was us chilling outside of Venice Highschool, while David Duchovny hugs his daughter. Took like... 20 min tops for them to film. But we were called in at 1:30, and didn't end up filming until around 6:20. Also it was kinda freezing out. But it wasn't the worst shoot I've been on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did kinda decide that I do need to get a legit job though. There is no way I'm going to be able to support myself making $64 a day. Yes, some days pay more... but not always, and you don't know if you are going to be able to work every day. So I have become the ultimate cliche and have started looking on craigslist for waitressing jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Alex (my roommate) and I stopped by a few thrift stores, but no luck. Then we walked around the grove a bit and cleaned up the apartment a little. I found out I had an audition for this youtube twilight spoof thing (got it through LAcasting, which is an online casting network) so we went to go see Eclipse. We went to The Archlight, which was expensive, and the movie was awful... but that was to be expected. Before the movie we stopped in at Amoeba cause we had time to kill and saw Ryan Gosling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had the audition for the twilight spoof. Hard to gage how it went, but whatever. After I went to Blicks cause I am tired of the white walls in my apartment. It's really bare and doesn't feel like home. So I am going to make something to put on the walls so that it doesn't feel so cold. I don't like the way the apartment feels right now. It's so empty and just doesn't feel like home, and that's bothering me. It's just not comfortable yet. I also have to get use to living with my roommate. I am a very clean person and really like to have my shared living space (ESPECIALLY the kitchen) clean. He's...... not as clean as me. I don't expect him to be as obsessive about it as I am, and I'm trying to not let a few dishes in the sink or cans all over the place get to me (and I've been pretty good about it), but at the same time I don't want food splatter all over the counters, cause that is just not sanitary. Anyhoo, it's just going to be an adjustment. I guess living with someone new always is (although Meggie and I seemed to pull it off very well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't able to get work for tomorrow. So tomorrow (after I take my car in to get fixed and get the rental) I might run over to target to get a few things (bookcase, more hangers, desk chair, etc) and I'll try to get more work, figure out ordering headshots so I can send them out to different agencies, and I want to start working on my art projects. Hopefully it will be a good and busy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-460320959750800181?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/460320959750800181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=460320959750800181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/460320959750800181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/460320959750800181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-part-2.html' title='Life Part 2'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-6644561485873979866</id><published>2010-06-07T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:02:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are becoming real</title><content type='html'>Last night I bought my one-way plane ticket to LA for June 30th. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird that this time I am actually moving out there for good, and not just staying for a few months. Have the plane ticket and having a car waiting out there for me (I'm getting my first car! Red Honda Civic Coupe!) makes this entire moving across the country thing seem more real. But there really isn't much for me in Northbrook. Most of my friends have their own things going on and I just end up spending most of my time watching HGTV (yes, I am THAT bored). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need to clean out my room at home (which sucks cause I am all kinds of sentimental about stuff), pack, get an apartment, and get a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 days to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-6644561485873979866?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6644561485873979866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=6644561485873979866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6644561485873979866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6644561485873979866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-are-becoming-real.html' title='Things are becoming real'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-685515598612014428</id><published>2009-11-11T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:26:09.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobless</title><content type='html'>I hate being broke.&lt;div&gt;I need a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no one on campus is hiring that has hours that work with my schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I am TERRIFIED thinking about next year... but really excited to have my own place. And by own place I mean a place that is not a sorority house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I want a bird. (An African Grey to be specific.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they are really expensive and expensive to take care of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-685515598612014428?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/685515598612014428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=685515598612014428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/685515598612014428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/685515598612014428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/11/jobless.html' title='jobless'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-110549121470924954</id><published>2009-10-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:01:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I donno...</title><content type='html'>I've been feelings very mixed up lately. There is so much going on that I just don't see any point to, and it's frustrating. I just want to be done with a lot of stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thinking about how completely and utterly happy I was exactly 1 year ago today makes me feel sick to my stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I donno where I am going with this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just kinda depressed and procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-110549121470924954?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/110549121470924954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=110549121470924954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/110549121470924954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/110549121470924954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-donno.html' title='I donno...'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7211688146435234972</id><published>2009-08-08T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:56:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Packing</title><content type='html'>... packing now and leaving for Iowa City tomorrow morning for my last year of school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7211688146435234972?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7211688146435234972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7211688146435234972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7211688146435234972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7211688146435234972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/always-packing.html' title='Always Packing'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-474782246924435654</id><published>2009-08-01T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:17:04.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another summer gone</title><content type='html'>Finished my internship at VH1 on Thursday. I was really sad to go. Although most days were slow, I did get to do some cool stuff, made connections, and all that good stuff. So I'd say it was a really positive experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO I got some free swag... which is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the interns went out to celebrate Wednesday night. We went to Katsuya in Hollywood (which is a celebrity hot spot or something like that). There were photographers outside of the resturant just in case people came there that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh man! Celebrity siting! One of the guys from White Chicks was there! OMFGLOLWTFBBQ!!!!!111111!!!!!! (yeah... it's sarcasm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I went to the hideout... it was alright. I donno. I guess I wasn't really feeling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to this party at some gallery where a band was playing. The lead singer was Kevin from American Pie. SO random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am all packed and heading to the airport for Chicago in about an hour. Then off to Iowa in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... weird to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-474782246924435654?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/474782246924435654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=474782246924435654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/474782246924435654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/474782246924435654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-summer-gone.html' title='Another summer gone'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7469819157675099555</id><published>2009-07-27T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:37:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend gone</title><content type='html'>This past week was really tiering for me. Not that there was a lot going on at work... but with someone staying at my place for much longer than I origionally thought I didn't get a lot of rest, or time to just relax by myself (which is something that I need in order to stay sane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I am going to say on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a comedy show. It was fun. A bit too long for my taste, but what you gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some shooting for Half Day Today on Sat, and then cleaned my brothers apartment as payment for his old iphone. Fair trade... but damn. His place was GROSS. At one point I was using this oven cleaner... and some of it got on my arm and now I have a fancy chemical burn. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I saw "The Room", which is this HORRIBLE movie that has become a cult hit and has really fun audience participation. Also the director/main actor was there and did a Q&amp;amp;A about the film. SO funny. I you ever get a chance to see a screenig of this DO IT (and bring loys of plastic spoons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had some MUCH needed chill time. Then went to go see Tim and Eric live. It was a great show. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm that's about it. I'd say it was a fun last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my last week at work, hopefully when my boss comes back I will have more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to be leaving soon, but also kinda ready. I just want to finish my last year of school, have a great time, and then start the next phase of my life. I know what I need to do, and I want to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... also I miss my birds and I can't wait to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7469819157675099555?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7469819157675099555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7469819157675099555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7469819157675099555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7469819157675099555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-weekend-gone.html' title='Another weekend gone'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1478637670170014987</id><published>2009-07-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:20:11.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ugly Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine Heigle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Day Today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerard Butler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth, Disneyland, No sleep and more!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I got tickets to the premiere of The Ugly Truth. So I invited Veronica to go with me. We left work around 4 to get to the premiere at 7:00. We stopped off at her place and mine to get ready... then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours in traffic! The invite said to be there at 7, for a start time of 7:30. But we didn't get to the Archlight until 7:30 becuase of traffic... so we were convinced that we wouldn't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we did. We were not seated in the main dome where the actors and people who worked on the film were (they had a few over flow seats for fans in the main theater, but we arrived to late to get them). We were seated in the overflow theater, which was still a HUGE screen! Also got free popcorn and drink. I am by no means complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really really cute. Just like evry other chick flick ever (27 Dresses, How to Loose a Guy in 10 Day, etc). But I still liked it because as hard core as I sometimes try to act (which is really not that hard core at all... but still), I am really a stupid romantic at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we decided it mgiht be fun to try and see if we could see the actors leaving the premiere. On our way to do so passed Kate Walsh! We didn;t stop her for a picture becuase she looked like she was in a big rush to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to squeeze my way to the front of the line at the red carpet. Katherine Heigle came out and was signing a bunch of stuff, but was being hurried off by the time she got to me. But I did tell her that I thougth she did a fantastic job in teh film (I actually do think she did really well). She stopped, turned to me and grabbed my hand and said "Oh! Thank you SO much!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all kinds of star struck and happy! (I don't care if I am a fan girl... don;t judge me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fo the other actors came out on teh carpet as well. I saw Cheryl Hines, but she only stopped for a few autographs (Eric Winter didn;t stop for a single one!). Yvette Nicole Brown was really REALLY cool though. She signed a TON of stuff and was taking pictures with everyone (I got one). She was really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler also came out, singed a bunch of stuff and was taking pictures. He signed my ticket (whcih I am getting framed by the way... I don't even care how much of a dork that makes me) AND HE TOOK A PICTURE WITH ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MADE my life! He was SOSOSO nice. I told him that I love him... cause I am a dorky fan girl and he turned back to me and said "oh I bet you say that to all the guys". I said "Yeah, you know I do. I love breaking hearts" And he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am a nerd. But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO after the premiere went back to my apartment, only to find that I had forgotten my keys inside. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my brother and spent a sleepless night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my friend Kayla came by. We walked along Wilshire and looked at some of the shops. There is this one re-sale designer store we stopped in. TOTAL rip off. Selling used clothes for over $300? yeah. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a pet store where I found a baby African Grey Parrot who I fell in love it and it loved me and now I want it. I need to find a way to raise $1300 for the "Sammi needs a bird" fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ngiht I decided to go to this Jewish thing with Kayla and some people she knew. I say "Jewish thing" because I don't even want to ATTEMPT to spell the real name.&lt;br /&gt;In any case I actually had a really good time. Good food, good people, good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to my apartment (got a ride back from this really hot, but really obnoxious russian guy Kayla know). Got back way late and had to wake up at 6:00am the next morning (night 2 with very little sleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to Disneyland with Angela!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE Disney! I am 12. Went on all the major rides at Disney and California Adventure. AND took pictures with my 3 favorite princesses and Mickey. SUCH a good day. I  can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only half kidding when I say that I want to be a disney princess. I might actually look into doing it for a summer... maybe. Every girl wants to be a disney princess... and I have never given up that dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO tired by the end on the day, but for some reason I didn't sleep very well. My feet hurt a lkot and I think that that is what kept me awake (and some random late night phone calls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Night 3 with little sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I did some filming for Half Day Today, which went really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thign I filmed isn't complete yet, but check out the Half Day Today site. There's some really good stuff on there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halfdaytoday.com/"&gt;http://www.halfdaytoday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla spent the night... and our sleeping habits did NOT mesh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 4 with VERY little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that not much is going on. Work has picked up a bit (I actually ahve stuff to do... which I should probably get on instead of writing here). Tom Green was in the office yesterday, I did not get to meet him. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night and the giht before I slept! So I am a much happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't beleive I only have a week and a half left in LA.&lt;br /&gt;Where did summer go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1478637670170014987?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1478637670170014987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1478637670170014987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1478637670170014987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1478637670170014987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugly-truth-disneyland-no-sleep-and-more.html' title='The Ugly Truth, Disneyland, No sleep and more!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4286091921061100563</id><published>2009-07-14T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:07:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SlyqJ_ZjQdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/85qqdFzrIEI/s1600-h/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SlyqJ_ZjQdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/85qqdFzrIEI/s320/3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358344745278194130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SlyqJmUEbWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9pHjy9SLW_4/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SlyqJmUEbWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9pHjy9SLW_4/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358344738544315746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the flyers I made for the bakery thing. I decided to post them here cause... why not?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way the tasting of their stuff yesterday was AMAZING. I was a fat kid and tried everything... and then took seconds on my favorites cause there were left overs and I was put in charge of cleaning it up. NOTE: Do not put me in charge of left over free chocolate. My inner fat kid cannot resist such temptations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would strongly recommend them for all your future desert needs. They had a cool Ace of Cakes style MTV cake! SO cool and yummy! I wish I could bake... but if it doesn't come out of a box with step by step directions, I am lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And the woman who owns the business's name is Pedal. How cute is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also sunburn status: Small areas have turned to tan, but for the most part I am still in an incredible amount of pain. ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4286091921061100563?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4286091921061100563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4286091921061100563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4286091921061100563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4286091921061100563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/flyer.html' title='Flyer'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SlyqJ_ZjQdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/85qqdFzrIEI/s72-c/3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1828506622399934156</id><published>2009-07-13T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:00:33.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo, Sprinkles and more</title><content type='html'>This past week at work I did nothing. No. Seriously. I watched the MJ Memoiral. I also designed this flyer for a bakery showcase that is today... which is cool. Putting my graphic arts skills from high school to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that didn't do a damn thing. I was BORED OUT OF MY MIND! (and this week doesn't look like it will be busier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was fun though. Friday veronica and I went to Rodeo Drive and checked out the stores there. She bought some stuff... but I am broke and couldn't get a damn thing. I did stare into the Chanel store and cry though. Why am I not a spoiled little rich girl that can just throw away daddy's money!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day... one day I WILL own Chanel. And it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did stop at Sprinkles Cupcakes... which was AMAZING. Best cupcake EVER. I got a t-shirt from there. Because it's cool. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to stalk the playboy mansion, cause we were over by there. We found it... but from the street you can only see the VERY tip of the roof. I was sad. We also drove around the UCLA campus and looked at the sorority houses. Too bad they don;t have an AXD there, cause otherwise we could have seen inside the hosue. Would have been WAY cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. was just kinda chill. I saw Bruno... thought it was pretty good. But there was just something off about it. I donno. Not as good as Borat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to Will Rogers beach. It was SUCH a nice day! There waves were HUGE too. I really love playing in the waves. It's so simple... and so fun. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I don't love is forgetting to re-aply sun screen and coming home to discover that I have turned into lobster woman. So that is where I am right now. All kinds of exhusted from the sun and in pain. Oh... and bright red. It's awesome. Let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Aloe.&lt;br /&gt;And a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently debating if I can get away with napping in my cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;...I think the answer is yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1828506622399934156?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1828506622399934156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1828506622399934156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1828506622399934156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1828506622399934156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/rodeo-sprinkles-and-more.html' title='Rodeo, Sprinkles and more'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7948985073964834182</id><published>2009-07-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:47:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn... what a great Thursday!/ I got "discovered"!</title><content type='html'>I got the day off on Thursday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the day I worked out at a gym, it felt AMAZING. I always feel a lot happier after working out... I went back today (Friday) and I think I will get a membership at the gym when my free trail is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then around 4ish went out with Veronica to meet Jill (one of the other interns) at her place in Hollywood for dinner. We got thai. It was good. Then we decided to be tourists and went to Hollywood and Highland, which is where the Kodak theater and the handprints and stuff are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is ALSO where Michael Jackson's star happens to be. The crowd around it hasn't so bad (there was still a crowd) we we kinda leaned over and too a quick look. There is a shine around his star. There were also a BUNCH of people trying to sell MJ t-shirts, and some really really bad MJ impersonators around. Tacky Tacky (then again it is Hollywood and Highland... I donno what I expected).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to see the Hollywood sign from Jill's roof... but for some reason it wasn't lit up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home Veronica and I decided to stop by MJ's house in Homely Hills (it was RIGHT on our way home). We stopped there and looked at the shrine. A lady gave us both a tea light, so we lit a candle for Michael. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. The guy was creepy. I don't know if he ever touch a child or not... but a lot of his other behavior was really really weird. BUT the guy inspired SO much, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't like a lot of his music. I think the guy deserves respect, and it was amazing looking at the shrines around his house (there was one main one, and a few small ones around). There was nothing but love for the guy there. People were telling stores about him too. One woman (the one who gave us the candle) cooked for him once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm glad we stopped by to see that and pay our respects (cause there is NO WAY IN HELL I am even going to attempt to go to the Staples Center).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got dropped off at home, I headed out to the Hideout (a small karaoke bar off the PCH). I'e gone there a few times before, and it is usually really chill. But last night it was CRAZY because the reality show "Bad Girls Club" was filming there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UHHGGGGG I HATE HATE HATE that show! SO completely trashy. It's just girls acting like sluts, and that is exactly what they were doing in the bar! Also we had to wait forever to do karaoke cause any time one of the girls wanted to sing (which was a lot) they would get to go right away. One of the girls sounded ok... the others... it just hurt to listen to. Also if a guy they thought was cute was signing, they would jump up and join him and grind on him. SO tacky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to hide, cause I DO NOT want to even appear in the background on that show. THIS is how much I despise it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also it was SO obvious these girls were doing their best to act. When the cameras were on them they would do something "bad". As in grab a guy and grind on him/ make out with him. And as soon as the camera was off them, they would act normal. But if the camera was off any of them for too long, they would draw attention to themselves and then start at it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea WHY they chose to go to the Hideout. It is NOT that kinda bar... but whatever. It'll look that way on TV I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO I got "discovered" last night! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was my turn to do karaoke (the dj actually skipped over a bunch of people to get me up... probably cause I'm a girl). I sang "Come on Eileen", and apparently rocked it out. Some friends I was with jumped up around me and did the dance... and then (of course) the "bad girls" jumped up to and danced... whatever. (They weren't recording at this point, thank God). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYHOO after I was done this guy comes up to me and said he thought I did really great and had a great voice. He THEN said he was from Paradigm Agency and that he knew some people who he thought would love to meet me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I have actually filed some stuff from them at VH1, they are not the biggest agency around, but they are a legit one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. I have been discovered! Apparently all you gotta do is rock out to "Come on Eileen", who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it is time to abandon all my friends and buy a giant house and fancy fancy car! Fuck you Honda Civic! I'm getting a Corvette! (I hope anyone that read that can pick up on the sarcasm. If not... you fail).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No really... I did email him today, we'll see if I get a response or if anything happens from it. I am not getting my hopes up or anything. We'll just see. If I get a meeting, awesome. If something comes out of it, even more awesome. If not? Then I just have a fun story to tell (and know that if I ever do karaoke again, "Come on Eileen" is a song that I will not look like an idiot doing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO that was my amazing Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I am seeing Equus with Jeff (one of my roommates). I haven't seen it before... but I understand there is horse fucking involved. Should be a memorable evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7948985073964834182?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7948985073964834182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7948985073964834182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7948985073964834182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7948985073964834182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-what-great-thursday-i-got.html' title='Damn... what a great Thursday!/ I got &quot;discovered&quot;!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2782892138170823075</id><published>2009-06-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:35:48.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save the Music'/><title type='text'>Save the Music</title><content type='html'>So I DID end up going to the Save the Music event on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Matt Nathanson concert at a lounge in Westwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a good part of last week getting contact ionformation for a bunch of celebs the people running the event were interested in and sending out invites. There was a BUNCH of people on the list, but not all realistic (they had me send out an invite to Leo Dicaprio). Only about 7 said they would come (all pretty much C and D listers... most famous was Stanford from Sex and the City and Rene from True Blood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica and I got to the event (we went to the wrong place first... THAT was embaressing). Our job was to check talent in and bring them to the "red carpet" (which was really just a very small carpet with a banner thing in back for photos... the only photogs that were there were the ones hired for the event). Only 1 person frome the list ended up showing up. Katie Chonacas, who had a role in "It's Always Sunny in Phili" and was in the straight to DVD movie "Legacey" with Hillary Duff's sister. This would have been much cooler for me had I actually SEEN Legacey. (Fuck you random ass sorority girls who checked it out from the Iowa City Blockbuster and never returned it! Fuck. You.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, she seemed pretty nice... kinda acted like she was a bigger deal then she was. Like the entrence to the event was roped off and she didn't want to walk the 5 feet around to get in. Yeah the guard guy at the event should have stepped aside to let her in, but he was kinda clueless and jsut stood there, despite us telling him top let her in. So instead of walking the 5 feet around, she kinda pushed passed him. Whatever. Other than that she seemed nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while taking photos on the red carpet she was REALLY wokring it, which is fine. I get that she wants to get a good picture and blah blah blah. But really? It was a SUPER casula event (Veronica and I were way overdressed as no one bothered to inform us of this), and she was "working it" a BIT much.  Veronica and I just kinda stood there laughing quietly to ourselves a bit (we later made fun of her and took some pictures on the red carpet ourselves and tried to "work it). We also talked to the girl she was with. She seemed nice. She was wearing these CRAZY ass high shoes (at the VERY least a 6 inch heal... maybe even 7) and she was tryign to tell us that the shoes were "like slippers". Yeah, sure hun. You were dieing inside DON'T even lie. I don't care if it is the BEST constructed shoe in the world. A 6 inch heel is a 6 inch heel and that is in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM even CLOSE to a slipper (maybe that is why they didn't want to walk the 5 extra feet? It's all comeing together now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Veronica and I waited for about an hour at the entrance for more of the booked talent to show... but KAtie was the only one. We did however get interviewed by this CRAZY lady for... something. I don't even know. She jsut came up to us with her camera guy and started asking us questions. We were like.... we're interns... but... alright. She had this creepy smile plastered on her face. I'm pretty sure that I will have nightmeres about it for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO after about an hour we were told that we could stop waiting and enjoy the event. Matt Nathanson was fantastic. Like really. I loved him. We got way close to the stage too which was really neat. He was also really funny and would crack a bunch of jokes, he has kidna a Dane Cook humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ended and a BUNCH of people left, but Veronica and I decided to stay and chill and whatnot. They had a bunch of art up so we looked around at that. One cool thing is there was this wall that  they just put a bunch of blank canvases on and paint near, and anyone could jsut go and paint whatever they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked to a few people, and got hit on by these weird ass guys who insisted on getting us cookies. We tried hiding from them, but they found us. Thankfully they got the hint after a while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hung out with some other interns/ staff from the LA film festival (including fucking Kevin who we talked to outside the event- he was checking other people in and took the pictures of us on the red carpet... he couldn't figure out my camer though. It was point and shoot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party kinda got really lame around midnight so we left with the LA film festival people and went to this hooka bar. It was alright... personally I like the one in Iowa City better. This one was really loud and packed, where the red poppy is much more chill enviornment and you kinda get your own personal space. Some of the people ditched out early and didn't pay enough so those of us left got stuck paying a bit more (I threw in only a few extra bucks, I couldn't afford to do more). I really hate when people do that. It is SO crazy rude. That's why I always try to settle the bill before people leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall thye night was really good. A lot of people came up to me saying that they loved my dress and one girl told me that she liked my make-up. Hurray for ego boosts (to be honest it was nice... I tend to be very self concious so those comments were really nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to the beach with Sam. I haven't seen her in FOREVER so that was cool. We got hit on by this drunk guy at dinner. He was at the tabel next to us and would NOT get the hint that we didn't want to talk to him (despite ignoring him, giving him dirty looks, not acting interested in ANY way, refusing drink offers, and even inventing a fake boyfriend to try and get him off our backs). I was SO thankful when the check came and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hit on by creepy 30 year olds is seeming to become the story of my life here. At the OLDEST I can pass for 23... why would they think I'd be interested? GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to guys (not that I know of guys that read this... or anyone else for that matter) if a girl is not interested and makes that clear to you (like we did to this guy): LEAVE HER ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that though, it was a pretty good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office now... killing time.&lt;br /&gt;(Ignore spelling errors and typos and this computer is not letting me do spell check).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2782892138170823075?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2782892138170823075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2782892138170823075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2782892138170823075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2782892138170823075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/save-music.html' title='Save the Music'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-3227827697345211900</id><published>2009-06-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:18:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rabbit, Greek, and more!</title><content type='html'>Busy weekend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There was a band (White Rabbit) that played at MTV Thursday afternoon. I didn't see them, cause I had no idea it was happening, but some of the other interns did and said they were good and were gonna go see them in concert that night (they were playing at the Troubadour in West Hollywood). I wanted to see them too, so we got our names put on the list cause MTV is magic like that (I'm not gonna lie I felt like a BAD ASS walking up to the line and being all "I'm on the list". I am SUCH a tool).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me and Veronica (she was the only other one that ended up going) went to the concert. It was really good! I loved the band (they are sending over some cds to MTV, so I think I am gonna grab one of those). Also the Troubadour is a really cool place... it's split level and small, but I liked it a lot. I'll probably try to see another show there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked on Greek as an extra again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rented a car and headed down to the studio. I was suppose to get there at 2:30ish... but traffic was TERRIBLE. Seriously it look me 2 hours to go 7 miles. It was AWFUL. But I finally got there (half an hour late).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shot 2 scenes. The first was showing a bunch of girls signing up to do a charity undie run. I was one of the girls in the line signing up. Jake McDorman (Evan) was there... in his undies. Probably one of the greatest moments in my life (no really the guy look SO good without a shirt!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other scene took place at night, it was the actual "undie run" event. I didn't ahve to strip down to my undies, but some extras did. I was just in a tank and shorts. In this scene I saw Scott Foster (Cappie) in his boxers (this WAS the greatest moment in my life). I talked to him for like... 2 seconds (while he was only wearing boxers), and Spencer (Cassie). Both were really nice and fun people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also the guy who plays Calvin said "hi" to me, and I saw the actresses who play Ashley and Rebecca, so that was neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also they needed a "kissing couple" for the show for some still photos, so I figured it's an extra pay bump and I've already made out with someone on the show... why not? So I kissed a guy for the cameras, he was cute so it was all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I had fun. It was a LATE night though. I got home at 4am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda missed extra work... just being on the set and all and getting to talk to a lot of really different people is fun. So I'll look into do a bit more of that (hopefully more on Greek... cause it's Greek).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea was in town this weekend!!! She stayed at my place. I felt bad cause we were gonna hang out Friday too... but the shoot went SO long. I had no idea it was gonna be a night shoot, but what are you gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We slept in a bit, returned my rental car, then got pancakes. After that we pretty much just chilled out at the apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea and I walked down to Santa Monica beach and the shopping area around there. It was good times. Our feet killed on the way back. We also made brownies, which is terrible because now I am eating them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea left Monday while I was at work. I was very sad that she left. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... nothing really to speak of happened Monday except that I GOT AN IPHONE! It's my brothers old one... but it is still pretty and I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out today that I MIGHT (nothing for sure) get to go to a "Save the Music" event this weekend, which would be really really really cool. I am super hoping that it ends up working out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-3227827697345211900?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3227827697345211900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=3227827697345211900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3227827697345211900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3227827697345211900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/white-rabbit-greek-and-more.html' title='White Rabbit, Greek, and more!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-3683352164598065897</id><published>2009-06-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:26:05.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creative title.</title><content type='html'>New stuff going on:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-today worked on a list of "cougars" in hollywood. So THAT was exciting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The other day the Tia and Tamera from Sister Sister were in the office for a meeting. I saw them walking out of the elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read a pilot at work... I guess VH1 is considering doing some scripted shows which is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I got a job as an extra on Greek again for Friday, so I am actually really excited for that. I had a really good time on the set last year, so I am hoping this time will be just as good of an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chelsea might be coming in to visit me this weekend! I miss her and I am really excited to have her stay here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am watching an insane amount of Ghost Hunters and want to be a paranormal investigator now. Who else is in? It'll be fuuunnn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-3683352164598065897?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3683352164598065897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=3683352164598065897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3683352164598065897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3683352164598065897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/creative-title.html' title='creative title.'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8724170531964235595</id><published>2009-06-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:23:31.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More more more</title><content type='html'>Nothing exciting going on at work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems as though all I do is create lists of different people, and then do research on them (single male celebs in their 30's, socialites, etc.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tired to find some extra work for friday... but there was nothing going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I went to a karaoke bar and thought it would be a really good idea to sing kelly clarkson. it was not a good idea, in fact it was a bad idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I walked to 3rd street to look for a yellow dress for recruitment and just kinda shop in general. I also stopped off at a craft store and bought this wood burning thing and some unfinished wooden boxes, so I am gonna be all crafty this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to a bar in Hollywood. It was fun. Drinks were expensive, and it kinda got old after a few hours. But it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8724170531964235595?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8724170531964235595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8724170531964235595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8724170531964235595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8724170531964235595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-more-more.html' title='More more more'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1181203352901900578</id><published>2009-06-09T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:46:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear sorority, I have failed you.</title><content type='html'>I guess Ed Westwick (aka CHUCK BASS) was here yesterday, and I missed him cause I was in my sad little cubical and couldn't see. I have failed. I am sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1181203352901900578?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1181203352901900578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1181203352901900578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1181203352901900578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1181203352901900578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-sorority-i-have-failed-you.html' title='Dear sorority, I have failed you.'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1092665069629905880</id><published>2009-06-09T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:13:44.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9th</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting going on here, but I felt I should probably do an update anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to Venice Beach with Greg. We just kinda walked around and caught up. I got a fun necklace, he bought this really cool little painting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to a shoot for Half Day Today (my brothers sketch comedy/ production group). Filming went well, I think the sketch is gonna turn out all kinds of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that nothing too exciting going on. At work I've really just been fileing things and doing talent research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have an epic battle with a copy machine yesterday! (I won).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since I am off on Fridays I plan to look for extra work to do. I just don't like sitting around doing nothing for 3 days in a row. I tend to drive myself crazy when I do that. Or I just waste my life playing the sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Speaking of the sims! You can play the sims 3 on the iphone (and in about 2 weeks I am getting my brothers old iphone). This means that no one will ever see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... back to doing research (and by research I am TMZ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1092665069629905880?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1092665069629905880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1092665069629905880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1092665069629905880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1092665069629905880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-9th.html' title='June 9th'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7000554692084412381</id><published>2009-06-04T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:54:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles Rockband!!!</title><content type='html'>Rockband is apart on MTVN (in fact they are actually on our same floor) and today they had a special party promo thing for the Beatles Rockband game. So what it was was 3 rockband stations, 2 with the game that is out now and 1 that was on a main stage thing with Beatles. They only had about 10 Beatles songs to choose from at the thing (It's still being developed). But it was still really REALLY badass. There is 3 part Harmony yo!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did "Call Me" on the regular rockband and sounded like shit (turns out I actually only know the chorus of that song. I'm gonna work on fixing that). Then I did "I Wanna Hold You Hand" on the Beatles one and I rock the fuck out of that shit. No. Seriously. I got 100%. AND did some of the harmonies (the harmonies are optional/ extra points).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was SO badass... when that comes out in September I strongly STRONGLY recommend getting it... so that I can come over and play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that I just put headshot into alphabetical order and then filed them all day. I am maybe half way through it. It sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7000554692084412381?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7000554692084412381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7000554692084412381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7000554692084412381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7000554692084412381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/beatles-rockband.html' title='Beatles Rockband!!!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2201707381836444092</id><published>2009-06-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:16:46.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week of work</title><content type='html'>Started work at Vh1 this week. Here's a super exciting update from my week! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started work on Monday. It was before the main orientation for all the interns at MTVN and 2 of the girls from my department weren't there, so we didn't really go over anything within my specific department. I shadowed a girl for the first half of the day, then when she left (she was only there a half day) I took over the phones for her and just did "research" (which involved me on TMZ and Perez all day). Then me and another intern spent about an hour trying to figure out how to put together these magazine racks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... seriously. They were really confusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The MTVN offices are really cool. They look all kinds of trendy- kinda real worldish... only with cubicals and no hot tub (so probably actually not very real wordly at all). But they still are cool... and trendy and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also a really relaxed environment. People just kinda yell to each other in the offices and talk about celeb gossip. Not to say it's not professional. It is. It's just chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was orientation. All of us were put into a conference room room and shown a video of all of the MTVN channels having a BIG party together. YAY!!! Then we drew pictures of what MTVN means to us. We used smelly markers. It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then or department had our own orientation. After that I was given my first job, which was to do some research on talent (this took all day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finished up the research from yesterday (it was ALOT). Covered phones again, and organized head shots that had been sitting in a box for a LONG ass time. No really... there were some from 2001. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to a meeting for my brothers new production group thing called "Half Day Today".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that nothing has really been up. I've pretty much just been at the offices and then crashing after. But I have Fridays off- so I might see if I can find any extra work to (if I can find a good car rental place that is close). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... yeah. That's y update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2201707381836444092?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2201707381836444092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2201707381836444092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2201707381836444092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2201707381836444092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-week-of-work.html' title='1 week of work'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8927419273663665349</id><published>2009-05-31T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:08:53.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in LA</title><content type='html'>Got to LA yesterday morning. Flew in this time (which is far nicer than driving). Flew over the Grand Canyon, which was really cool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight was uneventful... so was most of the day. Spent it shopping for stuff, setting up my room and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to go see Up with Al and his friend. We saw it at the El Capitan theater (which is the Disney theater located across from the Kodak Theater on Hollywood Blv). They put on a little show before the movie. There was this guy playing a really cool organ, and he was great. The show thing was not so awesome. It was 2 people singing some high school musical songs/ other happy family friendly songs about summer (oh joy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie itself was fantastic. I loved it. Go see it if you haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty chill. Walked to the MTV building to kinda see how long the walk was... went to Ralph's to get coffee. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went bowling tonight and had a B-list celebrity sighting! Schuyler Fisk from the movie Orange County was there. I was actually kinda excited because I saw her in Iowa when she was touring with Josh Radin. I have her cd and I really love it. I didn't say hi cause... you know... it's awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of work tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8927419273663665349?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8927419273663665349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8927419273663665349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8927419273663665349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8927419273663665349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-la.html' title='Back in LA'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-3816314071516025042</id><published>2009-05-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:59:32.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internship</title><content type='html'>Ok scratch that... I just got a call saying I got the Vh1 internship.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-3816314071516025042?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3816314071516025042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=3816314071516025042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3816314071516025042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3816314071516025042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/internship.html' title='internship'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5145347634760769504</id><published>2009-05-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:07:24.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer plans?</title><content type='html'>I applied for an internship with VH1, but as I have yet to hear back (I was suppose to find out if I got it on Friday) I am gonna say I'll most likely be returning to extra work again this summer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plus side is that I can try for SAG vouchers this year again and I will get paid (VH1 would be unpaid). I will also get a lot of reading done so any suggestions for books would be appreciated. (NOT Twilight).&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Should be interesting this time around as I will be driving a "rent-a-reck". I am just hoping that the thing won't break down on the 101 or something like that. Good, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I booked my flight today, so I am getting excited. I leave May 30th and come home August 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5145347634760769504?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5145347634760769504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5145347634760769504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5145347634760769504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5145347634760769504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-plans.html' title='Summer plans?'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5856821152658325253</id><published>2009-05-01T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:41:50.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>I am done Done DONE with my Warhol paper for biopics class! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also decided it would be a really great idea to make a blog about Andy Warhol and Oscar Wilde. They are friends... it's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://wildeandwarhol.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...oh boredom. What you make me do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also currently waiting to hear back about a casting internship with VH1. I'm suppose to find out today... but so far nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5856821152658325253?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5856821152658325253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5856821152658325253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5856821152658325253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5856821152658325253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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fun!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7192319215794269578</id><published>2009-04-13T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:07:35.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter</title><content type='html'>I now have a twitter for the reason that it is bird themed and I think that is neat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.twitter.com/sammilevine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7192319215794269578?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8922852788234016228</id><published>2009-03-20T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:29:41.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an entry</title><content type='html'>I went to visit my high school today. First time since I graduated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did some major renovations to the place. Some parts were the same, others completely new. Unrecognizable. In the old parts though, it felt like I never left. Most of the teachers I would have wanted to visit retired (those that were involved in theater) but I did run into a few other teachers I knew and was met by them with a blank stare. I guess I didn't really leave an impression at that school. I was a quiet kid. I didn't speak up much or do anything extraordinary. I'm not particularly an extraordinary person. I don't know what I was expecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it's all bullshit when teachers say that they care about their students. Who the fuck knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case it was incredibly weird to be back there again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to be out of high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I would like to go back there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8922852788234016228?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8922852788234016228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8922852788234016228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8922852788234016228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8922852788234016228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/03/entry.html' title='an entry'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-397848767921816891</id><published>2009-03-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:03:03.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I will never find true love and therefore V-day sucks ass</title><content type='html'>Wrote this the day before V-day and performed it at No Shame. Decided to post it here cause... why not?:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a quote on google that said "true love only comes once. Don't fuck it up." But what about those of us who have a;ready fucked it up? Are we doomed to wonder the earth alone and become cat ladies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer is, of course, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my one chance at true love. He came to me in the form of a drunken Iowa student the weekend of the ISU vs Iowa game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met my would be lover outside of John's Grocery while walking with my friend Kayla. She will also be a cat lady with me, as this wonderful hunk of man was also her true love (I believe in threesomes. Don't judge me). We were on a mission to get eggs to make matzo balls from said grocery store, when all of a sudden a car pulled up beside us. The windows rolled down, and there he was. The most perfect man I had ever seen. He looked our way, stumbled out of the car, dropped one of the 2 beers he was double fisting, pointed at us and said "You're beautiful, I'm gonna get you pregnant." He then proceeded to pass out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like fools, FOOLS I TELL YA, we did not run into that man's arms! The siren call of the matzo balls was too strong; it was tempting us to their Jewy and kosher goodness! We fell prey to their call... and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only later did we realize the mistake that we had made. That was it. That was our one chance at love, and we fucked it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, he didn't just want to make sweet sweet love to us. He wanted us to have his future drunken frat boys. His child... of love! Who I could then dress up like a panda or another equally fluffy and adorable animal. And if that isn't the ultimate sign of love, then I don't know what is. And if you think about it, being a woman of 20, I have officially evaded teenage pregnancy. Therefore there would be absolutely no societal stigma! AND I would have been able to have a threesome with Kayla. I am not a lesbian... but damn. The things I wouldn't do to that woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would have been magical. But no. we walked away from happiness and opted for a lonely life of moo moos, lawn gnomes, and cats with silly names as Sir Douglas Bradford Kittiesworth and Mrs. Margaret Loraine Pawsington the Duchess of Milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is why I would like to say to the people who are in charge of this kind of thing (because they are clearly reading this) can we just get rid of Valentine's day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't one of those "Oh, it;s a greeting card holiday...and capital consumerism... media brainwashing" speeches. We've all heard those and OMFG they are so original... and I applaud them for their unique ideas that I TOTALLY have the attention span to listen to. But they don't change the fact that v-day still exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my argument. People in love get other days. They get anniverseries to display their love, and those can be as often as they want! "OMG it's our 53 and a half week anniversery BUY ME FLOWERS!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even without that kind of bafoonery, when you are in love you get every single fucking day of the year (or however long you are together) to BE in love, to SHOW each other you are in love, and to act disgusting in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you REALLY need an official day to show off your love, and rub said love in lonely people's faces? we're already alone, THANK YOU for reminding us of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seeing as I am doomed to never find true love, I would super appreciate the removal of Valentines Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until that happens, I am going to start my collection on cats. I am currently accepting name suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-397848767921816891?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/397848767921816891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=397848767921816891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/397848767921816891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/397848767921816891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-will-never-find-true-love-and.html' title='Why I will never find true love and therefore V-day sucks ass'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4128940071307473696</id><published>2008-11-10T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:57:43.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote I found today</title><content type='html'>I found this... and I love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is just something so... perfect about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Andy Warhol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4128940071307473696?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4128940071307473696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4128940071307473696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4128940071307473696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4128940071307473696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-i-found-today.html' title='A quote I found today'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-435089728651622644</id><published>2008-11-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:50:23.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update?</title><content type='html'>I have been on some other stuff... nothing worth posting or talking about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of it is worth talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-435089728651622644?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/435089728651622644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=435089728651622644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/435089728651622644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/435089728651622644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='An update?'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7843990811433055114</id><published>2008-10-02T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:24:16.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek images part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjBixqQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/N9pqvKjsOWQ/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjBixqQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/N9pqvKjsOWQ/s320/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252622734293313794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjTCI9HI/AAAAAAAAABY/eQx0Cp2ECOw/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjTCI9HI/AAAAAAAAABY/eQx0Cp2ECOw/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252622738988266610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjejkJ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/SSxPHsSMLNo/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjejkJ6I/AAAAAAAAABg/SSxPHsSMLNo/s320/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252622742081251234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjuUcyMI/AAAAAAAAABo/SIDSzjpt-Qk/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjuUcyMI/AAAAAAAAABo/SIDSzjpt-Qk/s320/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252622746312820930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjiEBsvI/AAAAAAAAABw/kXhrUXE14Ho/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjiEBsvI/AAAAAAAAABw/kXhrUXE14Ho/s320/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252622743022711538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rest of the "me on Greek" photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7843990811433055114?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7843990811433055114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7843990811433055114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7843990811433055114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7843990811433055114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/10/greek-images-part-2.html' title='Greek images part 2'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUQjBixqQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/N9pqvKjsOWQ/s72-c/Picture+12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8778591394516548749</id><published>2008-10-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:16:19.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen on Greek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvELQ96I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oa9f5kM6GRQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvELQ96I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oa9f5kM6GRQ/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252621841646811042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvc-g59I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PopvJ4DArRo/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvc-g59I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PopvJ4DArRo/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252621848304216018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvaFpvEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NcE1RHKtn68/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvaFpvEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NcE1RHKtn68/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252621847528848450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvm5WrYI/AAAAAAAAABA/_TCkEN4e6DQ/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvm5WrYI/AAAAAAAAABA/_TCkEN4e6DQ/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252621850966928770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPwA35f1I/AAAAAAAAABI/Cv75tii0bXQ/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPwA35f1I/AAAAAAAAABI/Cv75tii0bXQ/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252621857940143954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Greek this week!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The episode is called "see you next time sister"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flash up on screen a lot during the KT party, and then I am seen really really super fucking clearly in the "next morning" scene at the KT house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss doing extra work, I am already trying to figure out what I'm going to do next summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the episode on itunes and then made some screen shots. They don;t all fit in this post, so I am going to add the rest in a second one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8778591394516548749?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8778591394516548749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8778591394516548749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8778591394516548749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8778591394516548749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/10/seen-on-greek.html' title='Seen on Greek!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SOUPvELQ96I/AAAAAAAAAAo/oa9f5kM6GRQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5438897469729928767</id><published>2008-09-25T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:26:13.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entourage: The All Out Fall Out</title><content type='html'>I was on Entourage this past Sunday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seen maybe 4 or 5 times on screen. Most of the time either blurry, cut in half, or with a drink in my face. But still, I can be seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing a black dress with a HUGE white bow (the dress was Valentino, which is awesome, and I looked pretty awesome cause I am amazing like that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Tuesday my episode of Greek will be on. I am SO excited to see it. I really hope that I can be seen (I think I will be?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5438897469729928767?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5438897469729928767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5438897469729928767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5438897469729928767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5438897469729928767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/09/entourage-all-out-fall-out.html' title='Entourage: The All Out Fall Out'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-6695896180717915315</id><published>2008-09-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:57:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90210 airing!</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday 90210 aired the episode that I was in. I didn't watch it until today, but I can be seen fairly clearly which is AMAZINGLY exciting! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seen outside the bowling ally in one shot, right before it cuts to 2 of the main actors, I walk by in a yellow top. I am kinda the main person seen on screen in that shot (a little blurry, but still you can defiantly tell it is me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The episode is called "Lucky Strike". I'm not sure yet if it is being aired online yet, but I am going to look around for it. If it is I will post a link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-6695896180717915315?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6695896180717915315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=6695896180717915315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6695896180717915315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6695896180717915315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/09/90210-airing.html' title='90210 airing!'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-9021969986565585887</id><published>2008-08-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:46:57.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa</title><content type='html'>Recruitment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an incredibly long and drawn out process which involves talking to many random girls and judging them based on talking to them for less then 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post LA life has been busy, but incredibly boring at the same time. Hopefully things will pick up once/ if I get into a show this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also hoping to get involved in some student films so... you know... there's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I got a call from Greek and 90210 asking if I could work. Pretty much cried when I had to call them back and tell them I was out of state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I did see Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog! If you haven't checked it out, go do. Now. No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's really it for now. Updates are going to be pretty spares until the shows I worked on this summer start airing. Then I will post if I can be seen in any or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a preview for Greek on the abc family website which includes concert scenes of the Plain White T's singing Natural Disaster. I am in that scene, but my computer screen is too small for me to see if I am I blur in the background anywhere. But I am going to keep looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if anyone sees that commercial and sees a hot pink blog with curly dark brown hair, that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Wow... I am famous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-9021969986565585887?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9021969986565585887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=9021969986565585887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/9021969986565585887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/9021969986565585887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/08/iowa.html' title='Iowa'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8384275090687565048</id><published>2008-08-05T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:46:31.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Land</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Chicago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really nothing too interesting happening here. I have, however, decided to keep this blog going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was originally suppose to just document my exciting LA adventures, but I think the adventures of a sorority girl have the possibility of being exciting too. When I return to LA next summer I will return to talking about the life of an extra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... also by keeping this going I can post if I see myself of any of the shows I have worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8384275090687565048?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8384275090687565048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8384275090687565048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8384275090687565048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8384275090687565048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicago-land.html' title='Chicago Land'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-6927175805624256128</id><published>2008-08-01T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:42:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days</title><content type='html'>Stay Cool:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shoot took place on Wed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene we were shooting was a graduation scene, and I was one of the graduating students. It was another cattle call day... over 300 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shot the scene outside and it was INCREDIBLY hot, and the graduation robes really didn't help. Well I guess they helped me not get burnt, so maybe they weren't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shoot actually wasn't that bad. There were also a lot of celebrities on the shoot that day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was positioned two people away from Hillary Duff. She talked to a little group of us that were around her about the earthquake. So that was cool. Also Josh Holloway was there and said hey to me and a few other girls. And that made me really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chevy Chase, Winona Ryder, and Sean Astin were there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty.... pretty cool day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a group of people who were asked to come back the next day, but I didn't feel like driving all the way to where they were shooting again and I had already booked House for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked this Thursday and Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty much the same as when I worked it the first time. Although this time I was a doctor. I wore a white coat and felt super super special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;umm... really not much to say about the set. The guy who was dealing with the background was an ass, like the time before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House just seems to take itself very very seriously. Everyone on the set is really professional, which is nice. But at the same time most sets are a little more relaxed and that just makes the day seems more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one funny story on Thursday. Cell phones are not allowed on set and the guy who was handling us said that anyone with a cell phone that was on would be sent home. So 2 hours after this announcement was made some guy's cell phone goes off while they are in the middle of filming a scene in the set right next to our holding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of just turning the phone off and apologizing, this guy decides the best thing to do would be to try and cover the sound with his coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't work so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy gets the brilliant idea that is he makes MORE noise that it will cover up the sound of the cell phone and no one will know his phone went off. So he starts flapping his arms (I don't know why this helps) and coughing like crazy and stomping as he runs out of the sound stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the funniest thing that I have seen happen on set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The AD tracked him down, and he got to stay. But he wasn't called back for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was cause I am super special like that and TOTALLY look like I am old enough to be a doctor. I don't look like I am 16 at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely look old enough to be a doctor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey. I am not complaining. Work is work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm done for the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heading back to Chicago tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-6927175805624256128?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6927175805624256128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=6927175805624256128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6927175805624256128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6927175805624256128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-days.html' title='Last Days'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5030363214159314146</id><published>2008-07-29T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:04:04.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Love</title><content type='html'>Worked Big Love today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super easy day. Showed up at 7:00am and was done by 9:30am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a receptionist and had Journey stuck in my head... so while pretending to talk on the phone I mouthed the words to "Don't stop believing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am that cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also an earthquake today! I was in my apartment, and then all of a sudden everything was vibrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am working on a Movie called Stay Cool... it's with Hillary Duff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5030363214159314146?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5030363214159314146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5030363214159314146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5030363214159314146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5030363214159314146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-love.html' title='Big Love'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8556545434113826427</id><published>2008-07-26T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:56:33.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90210</title><content type='html'>This was a night call.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took place in a parking lot. My car was used as background for this scene, although it was just parked and not being driven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only really interesting thing that happened on set was one scene where this girl decides to wreck this car. She stomps on it with heels and then hits it with her bag. It was kinda fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the my story about this set has nothing to do with the filming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived on set and parked in this parking lot, then walked over to where we sign in. There was an AD there who told me that since I was booked with a car I had to go park it on the other side of this parking structure.  So I went and did that... although when I got to the other side of the structure no one was there. So I went into the structure to turn around and go back where I came. As I was pulling out and making a left a car changed lanes into my lane and grazed the side of the car and then sped off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another hit and run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The right front bumper is now scratched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned to where holding was with my car, walked behind this one trailer and then proceeded to have a massive breakdown. Then I called my parents and broke down yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally collected myself, went over to the AD and said I couldn't find where he wanted me to go, and then told him what had happened with the car. He told me had had been giving the wrong info and that my was suppose to go where I had it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna guess what I did after he told me that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into my car... and broke down. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all night people kept asking me what had happened (I guess it spread around set and whatnot) so all night I had to keep retelling the story and thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say it was a very very very long and stressful night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also (icing on the cake) I was booked Monday for Transformers which I was PUMPED about. But then (after I got hit) I get a call from central that the shoot was canceled, and there was nothing else on the lines that night. So I have no work for Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again stressful stressful awful night for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8556545434113826427?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8556545434113826427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8556545434113826427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8556545434113826427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8556545434113826427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/90210.html' title='90210'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2397989654016672390</id><published>2008-07-25T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:25:39.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Greek:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked Greek Monday and Tuesday as an engineering student at a KT party. I had to wear this HORRIBLE pink sweater cause we were all suppose to be nerds... it was terrible, but I dealt with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an amazing time. The crew was really really nice. Also I made friends with this one extra who was also friends with Aaron Hill (Beaver on the show) so I got to talk to Aaron for a while which was really cool. He is such a sweet guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day I also kinda met Scott Michael Foster (Cappie). He turned to me and asked me something about who knocked some lights down and I said "that guy". That's right. I am SO cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also at one point they thought he smiled at me... and I geeked out. (I have a huge crush on Cappie.... could ya tell? He is SO cute i person... I can't help being a little fan girl.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also kinda sorta met Clark, who plays Dale and Jacob (Rusty). Clark asked me if I had a cigarette... and I said no, no I didn't. And I as I was walking by Jacob and I smiled at eachother... good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy who plays Ben Benette was also there and it took everything in my power not to say "Ben Benette" in a disapproving manner (Meggie and I do this all the time cause Ben Benette thinks he is all cool, but he is not. I mean I'm sure the actor is... but the character? Nope.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day The Plain White T's were there performing on the show. They played "She's a natural disaster" and part of "It's our time now". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...for parts of each song I was placed as front row center. The band was less then one foot in front of me. Kinda amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I was selected to be a "kissing couple" for day 2 (which meant that I got a $25 pay bump). I had to kiss this guy super awkwardly. We were told that since we were nerds that we didn't know how to kiss so we just pecked a few times. I was also told to keep my arms and legs super straight and kind of spazz as we kissed.... so I did spazz. Hurray for looking like a geek on national TV! (the kissing scene actually took place on day 2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 was more partying i the KT house. I was also selected to be one of 5 people that comes back the day after the party takes place to help clean up. I was the only girl and was placed in front for this scene, so I will fo shizzle be seen clearly on camera. Also since this was suppose to be a different day I was NOT in the ugly ugly pin sweater. I was in a normal pink shirt... so I was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked a little more to Aaron the second day and he kinda showed me a few secret things on set. He was showing me what was in the closet of the KT house... like random props and pool balls (I was seriously considering stealing one... but couldn't think of a way to take it without anyone noticing). Also the KT yard is COVERED in lawn gnomes, and that made me really really really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also talked a little more with Scott on day 2. One of the lines when we return to the house and are trying to get the KT's to forgive us is that we made them a DVR that records porn. During rehearsal for the scene Scott added in the line "Even her?" pointing at me. Then told me later when they were doing the turn around of the scene that he was going to add that in there. It made me very happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also when leaving set for the day I passed him and we said good night to each other. Again... I was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to be recalled on the show for Thursday, but the casting director said that since the scene they were shooting took place in another place in the same episode, that they couldn't use me. But I a now "on her list" of people to call for the show. (Great... now that I only have 1 week left here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just want to note. I fully realize that this part of the entry I am being a total nerd and geek and fan girl, but Greek is my favorite show and it was my goal for the summer to get on it. So I am allowed to be as geeky and I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah Montana:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked this on Wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a 1000 person call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked one of the AD's how many people where there and he said over 1000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was part of the crowed for a Hannah Montana concert. Which was a SUPER easy day. I sat in a chair all day and watched Miley sing "best of both worlds".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually it was really cute. There were a BUNCH of kids there and they pulled most of them to go up front and watch. In between shots instead of going and sitting with the crew she was talking to as many fans as she could. She also was teaching them a dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was really nice to see and made me respect her a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terminator: Sara Conner Chronicles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Thursday working at Warner Brothers Studios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was a nurse in a hospital scene and then I was parking lot atmosphere. They used my car for the shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really not much to say about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However last night Al tells me that there is a big scratch on the car... which wasn't there before. I don't know what happened. I don't know if someone hit it, or if the AD did something to it.... anyway I am out over $400 because of this scratch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...fucking sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I work 90210.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2397989654016672390?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2397989654016672390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2397989654016672390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2397989654016672390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2397989654016672390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/greek-i-worked-greek-monday-and-tuesday.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5260096581002554295</id><published>2008-07-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:41:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Age of Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>Worked this guy Thursday night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shooting took place at some really creepy monastery which everyone said was haunted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shoot was kinda disorganized. It took nearly 4 hours to get all the extras through wardrobe and hair and makeup. It wasn't that the call was huge... it's that there was 1 girl doing wardrobe and she went through every item everyone brought piece by piece and then checked and double checked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up in this snake print red sparkly posh spice dress. It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I took a picture with my phone. I'll see if I can figure out how to upload it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all of that we just sat around for 4 more hours doing nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(They were shooting other scenes that didn't need extras.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally around 3am we were brought in for shooting. It was a scene around a pool and we watched as some guy... I guess a in a band or something... threw a chair into the pool. Then his friend goes after him and yells at all the guests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He improved this... and one time he decided it would be a good idea to take a champaign bottle and throw it where people were sitting..... without any warning. Luckily the bottle didn't break or hit anyone in the head, but we were pretty pissed off he did that. It came REALLY close to hitting a few people and I was close enough that if that bottle had broke, I probably would have gotten cut by glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am all for being in the moment and doing what feels right and creativity and whatnot, but not when it endangers people. Also there was a pool in the same general area! He could still have thrown the bottle... but done it in the pool and NOT risked hitting people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumb dumb dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I have a feeling is going to be a good one. I am working Greek on Monday and Tuesday and then Hannah Montana the Movie (oh boy!) on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5260096581002554295?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5260096581002554295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5260096581002554295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5260096581002554295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5260096581002554295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-age-of-rock-and-roll.html' title='The Perfect Age of Rock and Roll'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1801909044586210964</id><published>2008-07-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:51:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heros</title><content type='html'>Worked on Heros today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing really special to talk about... the main cast was not shooting today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked as a "lab tech". I wore a white coat and felt all official and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk in a lobby a few time... and that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 6ish they released a few people but asked all the "lab tech's" to stay... but then they never ended up using us. But I got almost an hour of overtime, so I am not complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I heard that there was a possible recall for Monday... but we will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am working on some movie called "The Perfect Age of Rock and Roll". It's a night call which is gonna kinda suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked it up on IMDB... no one famous is in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Work is work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1801909044586210964?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1801909044586210964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1801909044586210964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1801909044586210964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1801909044586210964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/heros.html' title='Heros'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4700599255126529891</id><published>2008-07-15T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:05:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touristyness and Bollywood</title><content type='html'>This weekend:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents came into town this weekend. So we did super touristy things all weekend. Saturday we drove down Rodeo Drive, ate at In and Out (by the way... the veggie burger there? Not actually a veggie burger. Just a burger with no patty), and when to go see the Grauman's Chinese Theater with the hand prints and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't neatly as big as I thought it would be. Also there were SO many people there. It was packed with tourists! Also there were people dressed up in costumes all around trying to get people to take pictures of them (little bit more of a story on this later on). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we looked at all the handprints. I was searching for Audrey Hepburn... but I guess she didn't have her handprints there which made me really sad. BUT we did find Marilyn Monroe's which was cool to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fun fact, my hands are EXACTLY the same size as hers. Same size palm, same finger length.... exactly exactly the same. So that was cool and also OBVIOUSLY means that I was Marilyn Monroe in a past life or something crazy and stupid like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we checked out Venice Beach. I really liked it. I loved all the shops and whatnot... bought some pretty earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am just going to throw it out there... looking at bongs with your parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... a little awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn Love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked this Monday at LAX. And guess what... IT WAS A BOLLYWOOD MOVIE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious... just.... hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one scene where the actors were walking out of the airport... and all of a sudden they just break into dance for a few seconds. Then just go on like nothing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The craft was great, we had Indian food for lunch and there was AMAZING chai tea :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Monday was not all dancing, tea, and rainbows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was LAX so something shitty HAD to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the top of the day there was a sign that said "EXTRAS!" on it. So I pulled over and asked one of the crew guys where I should park and he said (and I quote) "You see that parking structure over there? Parking structure number 4, park there".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like the good little lemming doing what I was told, I parked in parking structure number 4. Fine. Done. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day I go to leave and the cashier tries charging me $30. I told him I was with "Bollywood Hollywood" (the production company) and that I was not suppose to be charged. I even showed him my work voucher to prove I was with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that didn't do any good. So I had to go park my car again, and run over to find someone on the crew who could help me. There was another women (the most obnoxious women ever by the way) who was in my same situation. We found one of the crew to help us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he proceeded to argue with the manager of the cashiers department, trying to tell them that the production would pay for it later and just to bill them, but some how that didn't work and the parking place couldn't do that. So I got stuck with this "PTP" which is basically a bill that I have to go and try to get voided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called in today to try and do that, and the woman told me that I have to write a letter to LAX and it can't be done over the phone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate LAX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again... Arg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am working Heros tomorrow, so hopefully that will be fun, and I won't have to pay $30 for someone else's screw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4700599255126529891?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4700599255126529891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4700599255126529891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4700599255126529891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4700599255126529891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/touristyness-and-bollywood.html' title='Touristyness and Bollywood'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-6765065338658707609</id><published>2008-07-11T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:14:14.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House and Monk</title><content type='html'>House:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked this on wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was an.... interesting day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was originally booked as a receptionist and suppose to come to set at 5:30pm. At 10:50 am I get a call saying that my category was changed to "hospital visitor" and that I was now to come in at noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in bed when I got this call. It usually takes me a good hour to get ready and then I like to give myself another hour to drive wherever it is that I am going (traffic is a bitch). So this late of notice= not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out later that the production was running behind that day and they moved the scene which I was booked on to another day (which I was not called back for... the production only likes to call SAG members back).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there... right at 12. Then wardrobe yelled at me for not having the correct cloths. The message I was given was "dress for fall" and when I got there she yelled at me for not dressing for "winter". So she game me the ugliest grey sweater known to man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. It happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little after that I was put on set to work. I saw Hugh Laurie which made me super happy, and then I also saw Kal Penn (Kumar from Harold and Kumar) so that was pretty cool. So I worked for about half an hour, then was told to go back to holding (which was part of the set... so that was actually pretty cool, hanging out in the House hospital :) ). Then I did nothing the rest of the day (which was about 6 hours). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also an incredibly stupid because I had forgot my book in my car. So I was stuck reading a Cosmo magazine for 6 hours. And let me tell you... a Cosmo may be fun for an hour to glance through... but reading it cover to cover? Not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lunch though I did get to walk around Fox Studio lot, and I found the lot store where I bought "The Seven Year Itch" for $7 (Employee price bitches!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't the best set I have worked on, the production team seemed super serious, but it was fine. I would work it again if given the chance... however I would just remember to bring a book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked this yesterday at Paramount Studios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was suppose to take place in some little russian part of San Francisco, so wardrobe dressed me in this CRAZY european ugly outfit. Kinda hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was kinda fun about this shoot was that I will be seen on camera. Maybe not super clearly... but I will be seen. At one point I walk in front of the camera before the actors arrive at their positions and I was used in every angle of the shot. So that is kinda cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The AD kept telling me that I did a good job and whatnot cause he was using me ALL DAY and I had to keep running (in heels) to get back to my first position from where I ended up so he appreciated that. At the end of day he told me that if he had had any extra SAG vouchers I would have gotten one... but he didn't. That was kinda upsetting. I still haven't gotten any! I was really hoping that by the end of the summer I would have at least 1. But I only have 3 weeks left here, and I am not sure if it is going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that sucks about working at Paramount is that they often make you do a "walk away lunch". Which means that kraft doesn't provide lunch for you, and you have to go to the cafeteria ad buy your own lunch. Only we got released for lunch around 4, and the cafeteria really didn't have much as far as food goes (I ended up eating a pre-made sandwich that wasn't so good).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then me and a few other extras went to explore the lot a bit. We found the studio store and I almost got this Audrey Hepburn movie box set... but the cashier wouldn't give me the employee discount and I didn't feel like spending the entire $50 bucks on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't book work for myself today, but Monday I a working on something called "Damn Love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-6765065338658707609?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6765065338658707609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=6765065338658707609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6765065338658707609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6765065338658707609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-and-monk.html' title='House and Monk'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4170251689436764059</id><published>2008-07-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:00:41.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter</title><content type='html'>Worked Dexter today in Long Beach.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a hell of a time finding where the set was. The address that was given to us was 300 Ocean Ave in Long Beach... but the thing is the entire convention area is 300 Ocean Ave so I was driving around this big area for a while before I found set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I found it at one point, but I was on the other side of the lot and asked this one guy if it was the Dexter lot, and he said no so I drove away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it though, and I wasn't too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that it was a pretty good day... long, but still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first part of the day (which was most of the day) I was a person at some Cuban festival. This consisted of me walking around and watching this one guy do magic tricks. Doing this scene lasted pretty much the entire day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second part of the day (which only took about an hour and a half to film) was at some outside bistro on a pier. I was a waitress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had me go through hair and make-up which was kinda fun (they didn't really do anything, just touch up my cover up and put my hair in a pony tail... but whatever). ALSO while I was getting this done I was in the trailer with Michael C. Hall which I thought was pretty cool. He was one chair over from me, but he seemed all super serious and not wanting to talk so I didn't really get to meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty good day, I was in the sun a lot which is draining and Long Beach is far but I got lots of over time and pay bumps for the day so I can't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night I am working on House. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am way excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4170251689436764059?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4170251689436764059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4170251689436764059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4170251689436764059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4170251689436764059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/dexter.html' title='Dexter'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5066888354278507334</id><published>2008-07-07T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:06:56.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Worked on Life today, which shot in Long Beach.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a super easy day. It was a re-shoot of a scene they had done before. The actors for the show weren't there, they just needed their stand ins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat in my car all day and read. So it was super super easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;umm... nothing really exciting happened. Except that this weird guy who I don't remember some how knew my name. Which is weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we met on a set before, but still it's weird when someone who you don't remember knows your name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also he was kind of a strange guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which doubled the creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have to drive back to long beach to work Dexter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means I need to go put more gas in the car. Gas average here right now is about $4.67.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5066888354278507334?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5066888354278507334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5066888354278507334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5066888354278507334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5066888354278507334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1809889182307308213</id><published>2008-07-05T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:15:47.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th</title><content type='html'>I tagged along with Alfie for the 4th. I would have rather made my own plans and whatnot... but shit happens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to this AMAZING house in Pasadena. Seriously, this place was incredible. It was on this hill overlooking... I don't even know... the valley maybe? Anyhoo.... You could see for miles and miles and it was incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out in the pool most of the day, then we all played Taboo. Which I failed at. Just fail. I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we moved on to catch phrase... which was did slightly better at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we all ate, then went to the roof to watch fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again. Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could see at the very least 20 different fire work shows going on all around us. There was also one that was really close to us too, which was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I am going to have my own mansion in Pasadena... or I will just live in a shitty box the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1809889182307308213?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1809889182307308213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1809889182307308213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1809889182307308213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1809889182307308213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th.html' title='The 4th'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1977673218584057937</id><published>2008-07-01T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:40:21.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK THE BACHELORETTE</title><content type='html'>I was a paid audience member for The Bachelorette today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was TERRIBLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously AWFUL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told us our call time was 2:30, so I got there at about 2:15 (we are suppose to report to set about 10 minutes early as just kinda a rule).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They put us all in a line outside of the studio to wait to go in. We stood in line in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over 100 degree weather&lt;/span&gt; with NO shade and NO place to sit for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 and a half hour &lt;/span&gt;before they finally let us into the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also took our cell phones away form us right when we got there GUARANTEEING that I would not be able tog et work for tomorrow (Central posts most of it's stuff at 2:30).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we went in and they sat me in  the back row in the corner (the worst seats even though I was one of the first 20 people in line). So I probably won't even be seen on camera at ANY point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also they had a "wait list" for the bathroom so I wasn't able to go for over 4 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was HORRIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am INCREDIBLY sunburnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I almost threw up and passed out from the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result of today I am going to boycott The Bachelor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry... you can't just treat people like that. We may be part of the "scenery" for the show... but we are still living breathing human beings and The Bachelor completely ignored that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to write NBC or whatever company owns that show... and I am NEVER going to watch it again and encourage others not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK the bachelorette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By far THE WORST day here so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1977673218584057937?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1977673218584057937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1977673218584057937' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1977673218584057937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1977673218584057937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuck-bachelorette.html' title='FUCK THE BACHELORETTE'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5433181087340040836</id><published>2008-06-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:45:29.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hella, Malibu and Melrose</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I hung out with a girl I met on set. We went to this party (ended being only 6 people... and only guys). All the people there were from Northern California and every other word out of their mouths was "hella". This is probably the worst word ever. It was super annoying to hear all night. I donno. There's just something about it that makes the person saying it just sounds like a total and complete tool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no body likes tools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a beach in Malibu with. It was really really pretty. We were watching some of the surfers which was fun, and then we decided to go into the ocean and whatnot. Got carried away by a few waves but it was all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided that we wanted sushi so we typed that into the Garmon, and it tooks us to this crazy place which we had to drive through Tapanga canyon to get to (which was a really long drive through a canyon and up a mountain area)... and then the place ended up being expensive so we didn't eat there and headed to a place down the street from me. But it was an adventure, and prompted some good conversations about Boy Meets World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Cory and Tapanga, what an amazing couple you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Hillary and I went shopping on Melrose. It was fun for a while and there were some really cool shops, but after a while everything all kinda started to look the same. Tye dye is back in... who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I am watching Mean Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am going to be a paid audience member for The Bachelorette. I guess it's going to be some sort of reunion show or something. That's the only reason I think that they need to have an audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah... a lot of audiences for TV shows are payed extras. Like Deal or No Deal. The audience for that is all people who are paid to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND you know those commercials for movies where they show people who have just seen the movie saying "It was great! I loved it! I would go see it again!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... paid actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollywood is so fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I kinda love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5433181087340040836?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5433181087340040836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5433181087340040836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5433181087340040836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5433181087340040836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/hella-malibu-and-melrose.html' title='Hella, Malibu and Melrose'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5476636627963421725</id><published>2008-06-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:20:32.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit Life again</title><content type='html'>Wed, Thurs, and Fri I worked Suit Life again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was a super short day, only about 3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we shot the rest of the show. There was a classroom scene that we did, I was next to Cole and behind Dylan so I will probably be in the shot, and then we shot the rest of the show in front of the studio audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the audience is there, there is alway a guy who kinda keeps them entertained in between shots. This week the guy who was entertaining them just went on pretty much a sexist rant. He was saying things like "all you young women in the audience better listen to your moms so that you learn how to cook and set a table". Then he brought out a football and started saying "Ok, well all the boys know what this is... but the girls don't" or "The boys can catch this.... but the girls can't".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just went on and on, and it really really started to bother me. He was talking to a bunch of little kids... you just don't say stuff like that. The rest of the girls and I were really irked by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo because next week is the 4th, Suit Life is taking a week off. This means I have to find my own stuff through central or Sande Alessi for next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5476636627963421725?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5476636627963421725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5476636627963421725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5476636627963421725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5476636627963421725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/suit-life-again.html' title='Suit Life again'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-996060999037874072</id><published>2008-06-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:55:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah</title><content type='html'>Not much going on this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find any work for Monday or Tuesday. The rest of the days this week I am working on The Suit Life again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...it kinda looks like they are gonna call us back every week for that show, which I am super ok with. I'm featured background on the show (so I am seen on camera a lot) and it pays a lot more then other jobs (not much over time... but I'm fine with that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that life is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see walle this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-996060999037874072?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/996060999037874072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=996060999037874072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/996060999037874072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/996060999037874072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-6376377133464139964</id><published>2008-06-22T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:13:44.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots-o-Stuff</title><content type='html'>Fence Walker:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was Thursday night. I really didn't want to work this one because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a. I wasn't feeling too hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;b. I knew it would be a cattle call and I wouldn't exactly be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;c. I had a morning call the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;d. The shoot was super far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so I called my calling service to see if I could get out of it, but they wouldn't let me cancel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me 2 hours in rush hour traffic to drive to the site. I ended up being half an hour late because of all of the traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there.... waited around for an hour and a half, and then we finally started shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent literally 10 hours shooting the SAME 60 seconds of dialouge. It was rediculous. I thought it was THE STUPIDEST thing ever and the biggest waist of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast couldn't even get their lines right. I guess I could understand when it was early in the evening. But after 10 hours of saying THE SAME EXACT LINES some of them STILL couldn't get it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was rediculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got out of there at 5:00 in the morning (even though they probably had everything they needed by 1:00am). I drove to the disney studios and slept in my car for about 2 hours.  After that it just got too hot in the car for me to be in there anymore, so I drove to starbucks and got coffee, and got a redbull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suit Life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually shot the thing this time (Friday). We started with rehearsals, and then started shooting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 3:45 they brought in the live studio audience which was really fun. For the first few hours they seemed really enthusiastic and that was fun, but after a while I could tell they were kinda getting tired, and their energy dropped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kinda cute though cause when the audience was there the twins would kinda show off and try to act super cool, like kids do when they wanna show off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really don't have much to say about the shoot other then that I learned from one of the regular extras that everyone was super glad that Ashley Tisdale left the show. I guess she was super spacey and hyper and would slow the shooting process down. Also they were saying that she was a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love learning gossip like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping that they call us back to do that show again because I had a lot of fun working on it. The cast and crew on that show were super nice, and also it's an AFTRA show so it is a higher pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollywood Improv:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to this last night with Hillary. It was really great to see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The comics were hit or miss. Some were really great, but others were just terrible. Although that may have had to do with the fact that it was a very small crowd so there wasn't a lot of energy in the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The headliner that night, I can't remember his name, started off pretty good... but towards the end he just made the show super super depressing. It was just really really awkward to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still... I had fun, and it was something that I hadn't done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hillary and I also decided that we are going to go to Disney together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-6376377133464139964?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6376377133464139964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=6376377133464139964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6376377133464139964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6376377133464139964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/lots-o-stuff.html' title='Lots-o-Stuff'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4287642995714057926</id><published>2008-06-18T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:57:26.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit Life</title><content type='html'>Worked "The Suit Life On Deck" today... which is a spin off of "The Suit Life with Zack and Cody".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the same show... minus Ashley Tisdale and now it takes place on a boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I donno. I didn't write it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYHOO, we weren't actually shooting today. They called about 15 people in for an "interview", which turned out to be less of an interview and more of a "let's line everyone up and pick the ones who look the youngest". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one of the 6 chosen to stay, which was pretty cool. I guess looking 14 pays off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actors ran through each of the scenes for the show... the background was in about 3 scenes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to be on a sound stage cause I hadn't worked on one before. The set for the show is really cute. We worked on the "Sky Deck" which was really really cute. It's like the deck of the boat, with a hot tub and lounge chairs. I didn't get to go into the hot tub though... which made me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crew was super nice and so was the cast. We got to talk to some of them a little which was pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are about 1,000,000 little tweens who are probably super jealous of me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually shoot the show on Friday. Some of it will be with a live studio audience, so I think that will be a lot of fun. I've heard that the audience goes crazy on these shows... so it will be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working some movie tomorrow... I am just hoping that it doesn't go too late. Otherwise I will be dead on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4287642995714057926?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4287642995714057926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4287642995714057926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4287642995714057926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4287642995714057926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/suit-life.html' title='Suit Life'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4635390191437052776</id><published>2008-06-17T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:34:27.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 Words</title><content type='html'>Worked an Eddy Murphy film today called 1000 Words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cattle call, meaning there was over 300 extras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was filmed at Santa Monica Pier which was nice cause it's 2 miles away from my house. But still it wasn't the best day ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My call was 7:30am, but they didn't even start bringing people over to set until 10:00am. Then they needed people to ride the roller coaster and the ferris wheel. I happily volunteered for that. It was actually pretty fun for a while. Just kinda chilled on the ferris wheel. But after about 3 spins on it they decided they didn't need us anymore so they told us to just go back to the holding area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I sat in holding for the next 8 hours (minus the 30min they gave us for lunch... which was late and the food was questionable). We would MAYBE see a PA around every 2 hours and would ask them what to do/ if they needed us. (This wasn't all 300 people that were sitting around all day... maybe about 150. They obviously overbooked).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we were still to wait there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they decided that they needed us for a beach scene, and so the brought a bunch of us down to the beach (lucky me... I was one of the 70 people chosen while everyone else got to go home). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they put me in a position on a play ground... but then didn't give me ay direction. So I did what any normal person would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the swing set and started to swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it became obvious they weren't even going to see me in the shot (the camera was actually facing the opposite direction. It looked like they had no intention of filming facing me... mostly because the sun was starting to set and they wouldn't have time to switch positions) me and a few other decided it was time to go back to base camp and check out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long ass boring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't even really see Eddy Murphy, maybe from far away. But I don't think that counts. Also we all got a big talk from the assistant directors not to approach him because yesterday there were some extras who were trying to pitch him scripts. Also there were a bunch of rumors floating around that he hates extras (understandable).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am working The Suit Life of Zack and Cody because apparently I look like I am 14. I'm suppose to be one of their classmates. I know I look young... but I think 14 is pushing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well... it's a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4635390191437052776?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4635390191437052776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4635390191437052776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4635390191437052776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4635390191437052776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/1000-words.html' title='1000 Words'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4049951848676892520</id><published>2008-06-14T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:07:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa</title><content type='html'>... so apparently my school is flooded.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4049951848676892520?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4049951848676892520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4049951848676892520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4049951848676892520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4049951848676892520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/iowa.html' title='Iowa'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-7147978091941180625</id><published>2008-06-13T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:03:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starter Wife and Californication</title><content type='html'>Starter Wife:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought this was going to be a pretty cool shoot. Starter Wife is Debra Messing's new show and I think she's pretty funny. Also it was a later call (1:00pm) and the rumor was that we were going to be done by midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... that was a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out fine. We did a scene where we were watching a bad movie, and we moved through that pretty fast. Then there was an airport scene. I was a flight attendant. The costume was super cute. Very hot, with INCREDIBLY uncomfortable black pumps, but still cute.  I have no camera, so I have no pictures of it. Although I do walk right in front of the camera so I might be seen on the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They moved pretty fast though those scenes. Then we got ready for an "upscale shoe store" scene. We were suppose to be shoppers in the store while Debra Messing was trying on shoes or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, they called in about 25 people to  be apart of this scene. We spent forever getting ready for it. There were a few girls who went through hair and make-up for it. I didn't have to, but wardrobe did make me wear 4 inch heals that were half a size too big on me and cut into my foot. Well after we all spend about an hour getting ready for this thing and get to set, they decide to only use 5 people. I did get to be one of the 5... but still. I felt bad for the other girls that they made wait around and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also once they started filming they couldn't decide what they wanted us to do. At one point they told us to be talking and picking up all these different shoes, then we weren't suppose to touch the shoes, then we weren't in the shot, then we got put back in the shot and had to play with the shoes again. It was just very unorganized, we did about a million takes of it (keep in mind again I am wearing the world most uncomfortable pair of shoes... and that my feet were already throbbing for the ones they made me wear in the airport scene). Also it got crazy hot in the set... and they wouldn't give us a break to go grab water. So half the time I felt like I was going to pass out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we moved to an outdoor mall scene (I got to wear flats... thank God). It took them forever to film the scene... which just consisted of Debra and her 2 friends walking in a straight line in the mall. They must of spent 2 hours on it. And again they didn't know what to do with the extras. First they wanted us all walking, then no one could walk and we stood, then there were way too many people so they took some out, then they wanted to try it with all the people back in... it was just very frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that there was another scene they shot outdoors. At this point it was 1:00am... and freezing. They spent 2 hours shooting that one as well. Also, again, they had no idea what they wanted to do with the extras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just super frustrating. I didn't get home until 3:00am... and I had a 9:30am call time for the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Californication:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a Catholic school girl again, and there were a lot of the same people who had been there the time before, which was nice. This, however, was a much smaller call. Also the day was much shorter, from 9:30am- 2:30ish. This was amazing cause currently I am running on about 4 hours of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like working this show. The crew is super friendly, and they know what they are doing/ what they want. I am thinking that they are just going to call back the same people to shoot all the school scenes for this show (cause they already have our sizes and also it's always the same school... so the same people are going to be there). So I am hoping to work this a few more times this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-7147978091941180625?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7147978091941180625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=7147978091941180625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7147978091941180625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/7147978091941180625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/starter-wife-and-californication.html' title='The Starter Wife and Californication'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2332978545943890710</id><published>2008-06-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:58:48.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entourage and True Blood</title><content type='html'>Entourage:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shoot took place on Friday at the Beverly Hills Hilton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shoot was so much fun to be on. The crew was so unbealivably nice to all of the extras and seemed really excited to do the scenes we were shooting (most production crews aren't too super nice to the extras so this was a really nice shoot to be on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoiler:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene we shot took place at a sweet sixteen party. Vincent is singing "You're just too good to be true" to the birthday girl (who was super goth so it was pretty funny) for some extra cash, only in the middle of the song Vincent's brother (who is drunk) starts singing with him and then throws up on the birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really really a fun scene to watch, which made the shoot even better. Also I had a super great position in the shot. I was standing right behind the birthday girl and her mom (Fran Drescher) so there is a very good chance that I will actually be seen on camera... which is pretty fucking baller. Also... I might just be crazy (which is a very strong possibility) but at some points during the song I think that Vincent was looking at me. And, not gonna lie, it kinda made me melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only really bad things were that it got SUPER cold out... and I was wearing this strapless dress they gave me. So that wasn't very fun. Also the dress was too big in the bust so I had to constantly pull it up so the girls didn't pop out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this one really creepy old dude who was bothering me. I was sitting at a table with a group of girls (all about 20) and this guy in his 50's comes and sits right next to us... which was kinda weird. He also kept following us around all night. Just kinda weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also night calls are just tough in general. You see the sun set and rise... and by the end of the night you just want to sleep and not deal with people. Although there was this one lady who, in the line to return wardrobe, would not shut up. She just went on and on about she should have been treated better on set and how she thought she was entitled to more or whatever and I wanted to punch her in the face. Seriously... as an extra you are entitled to shit, and at 5:30am I didn't want to listen to her bitch. She also had an obnoxious voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian Grenier was kinda flirting with a couple of the extras on set... which was fun. I actually saw him staring at me twice which kinda made my night. But right before meal break he motioned for this one extra to come with him... and then no one saw her until she and him returned to set together. She was fixing her hair (which looked kinda messy) and adjusting her dress. So guess what they had been up to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall though i did have a lot of fun on this shoot... and if I can I would work on this show again. Although I would bring a hoodie if it was another night call. It seriously got super super cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Blood:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a 2 day shoot. Monday and Tuesday nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took place at Warner Brothers studio. I could see the Warner Bros. water tower from our base camp for the shoot... which made me think of Animaniacs. This made me very very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was a guest a party. We were all kinda suppose to be hicks... so they dressed me a white trash with this awkward halter top and horrible horrible shoes (I got to wear my own skirt though which was nice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have much to say about this shoot. It was cold... but I had a hoodie this time so it wasn't too bad. Sine we were in the "woods" (the Warner Brothers lot woods at least) there were some bugs around... and our holding wasn't the nicest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just 2 very long nights. And as part of the set they had a table of crawfish (real ones not fake) so by the end of the shoot they stank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna Paquin was on set... but she kinda kept to herself so I didn't really get to meet her or anything. Same with the rest of the cast. I did get to talk to the writer which was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No vampires were involved in the scene so that was sad. All I did really was sit and then walk, sit and then walk. Not anything new or super exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I am working on The Starter Wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2332978545943890710?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2332978545943890710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2332978545943890710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2332978545943890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2332978545943890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/entourage-and-true-blood.html' title='Entourage and True Blood'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-3706560974640386967</id><published>2008-06-05T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:59:52.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Californication and My Name is Earl</title><content type='html'>Californication:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Worked this on Tuesday. It was pretty cool cause this is actually one of my favorite shows and the 4 main actors on the show were on set that day. They kind of ignored the extras, but that is to be expected. I was playing a catholic school girl, which was hilarious! They gave us a uniform: grey skirt (which was actually pretty short), white polo, blue sweater, knee high socks. I loved it. I would have kept it if I could. I have decided that I need to go out and buy some knee high socks cause they are bad ass. One of the girls had a camera and took pictures. I gave her my email so she could send some photos. If I ever do get them sent to me I will post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what I was doing was walking around outside the catholic school. Nothing big. I didn't really get to pick up on any plot points to the show either. Which I was kinda sad about. But I'm pretty sure that I will be seen on camera which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were a lot of minors on the set (13 year olds) being extras too and I was paired up with one of them on set for a while (we were walking partners... oh joy of all joys). She actually was a really sweet girl... loved Hannah Montana a bit too much, but what you gonna do. It just reminded me of what I did last summer. And how I never ever want to be a camp councilor ever again. EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will say that the Kraft service for that show was AMAZING. Krafty is going to make me gain so much weight this summer. But I don't care. It's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would love to do that show again. The crew was really nice and not gonna lie our AD was pretty damn good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not  bad way to earn $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Name is Earl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This shoot was pretty different for me then Californication was. First the call was HUGE. There were at least 100 extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first thing they had us do was be an 80's crowed at a basketball game watching Jenna Elfman (she was guest staring on the show) got attacked by a badger. It was pretty good times. Then we were a crowed watching a cheerleading competition that Earl danced in which was absolutly hilarious to watch. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then me and 4 other girls got pulled to be stand-ins for some of the actresses on the show. Stand-in are used to stand in for the actors while the crew sets up the shot. It's so they can get the correct camera angle and figure out the correct lighting for the scene. The when they are ready to shoot they replace the stand-ins with the actual actors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The characters we were standing in for were "misfit cheerleaders". There was the pregnant cheerleader, a fat cheerleader, sassy cheerleader, and a cheerleader with headgear (this is the girl I stood in for). They had a few scenes with Earl and his brother, so when the cast was replacing us I kinda got to meet Jason Lee (Earl) and Ethan Suplee (Earl's brother) which was really cool. They both seemed like really funny really nice guys. Jason Lee was cracking jokes and goofing off all day, so that made the set a really fun one to work on. Also the scenes that we got to watch were hilarious. It's was really fun watching him work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a long ass day though. I was there from 6:30am to 9:15pm. But because I was a stand-in I did get a higher base pay, and I got at least 3 hours of double time. Which means that I should have a decent sized check coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also I got 3 meals at Kraft which, again, were fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I normally don't watch Earl... but I am going to keep an eye out for the cheerleader episode. I may or may not be seen on camera in this one (depends on the shots they use) but still it looked like a really funny episode and I want to see it. So if anyone who reads this (if anyone actually does read this) sees the Earl episode about cheerleading let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I have a much needed day off, and tomorrow I a shooting Entourage. Then Monday and Tuesday I am working on a new Vampire show for HBO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-3706560974640386967?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3706560974640386967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=3706560974640386967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3706560974640386967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/3706560974640386967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/californication-and-my-name-is-earl.html' title='Californication and My Name is Earl'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5204865478765530582</id><published>2008-06-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:13:37.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed update</title><content type='html'>Sat:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went to Six Flags with Lee. It was alright. It wasn't what I expected though. I think I had just heard too many great things about Magic Mountain so my expectations got built up too high, especially for X2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We waited in line just under 3 hours to ride X2, which I had heard was the #1 steal coaster in the world. It was pretty good, but not waiting 3 hours in line good. Also the ride was under a minute long. Yes there was music in the ride and flames came up at one point, but still I was expecting the best thing ever, and it didn't deliver. It might have if it was just a little longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also when you are standing in line for 3 hours, you kinda run out of things to talk about. So there was a lot of awkward silence. Or I was doing that thing that I do to get rid of awkward silence, I started rambling on and on and on about the stupidest things and asking really dumb questions about stuff that I don't even really care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AND while in line they played this commercial for the ride over and over and over again and by the time we got up there I wanted to kill whoever the guy talking was. I still do want to kill him. I will hunt him down, don't think I won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went on a few other rides too: Viper (not the same as the one in Chicago), Ninja (not nearly as cool as the name implies), Batman (same as the one in Chicago... only the "cave leading up to this one was freezing instead of hot and sticky. Not sure which I prefer), and Scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Scream I think would have been the best ride we went on all day, except for one thing. I put my bag in these locker things. When we got off the ride the lockers were broken and it wouldn't open up and let me get my stuff. We ended up waiting over 45 min for someone to come and punch 3 numbers in so I could get my stuff and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lee and I were pretty pissed off by the end of this, so that ruined Magic Mountain all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... also the Riddler ride (which looked AMAZING) was broken, which was another thing that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went to Santa Monica Beach. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today was a pretty amazing day. I called into Central Casting and got booked for tomorrow for Californication (which is one of my favorite shows and I am SO excited), then I went to register with LA Uncut. They are another casting service and one of the shows they cast for that is currently in production is Greek (yet another one of my favorite shows). I haven't booked a job on Greek yet, but there is a very good chance that I will get work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also I just booked a job on Entourage for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a good productive day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5204865478765530582?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5204865478765530582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5204865478765530582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5204865478765530582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5204865478765530582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-needed-update.html' title='A much needed update'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2787622438302509924</id><published>2008-05-30T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:26:43.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telemete Games</title><content type='html'>I had my first shoot today. The whoring myself out as blurs in the background of movies and TV has officially begun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was shooting for Telemete Games. The location was in the mountains outside of Malibu by "the rock store" which is some sketchy little biker place. The production team never exactly told us what Telemete Games were... just that it something for French tv, either a commercial or tv show. So if you watch French TV... look for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told us to dress European, because all Europeans dress alike. But they said Earth tones, layers, hoodies, etc. We get on the set and WAIT no brown and the shoot is suppose to take place in the summer time! (which actually makes sense because we were suppose to be Tour de France on lookers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I did today was wait 4 hours, then hold an English flag and wave it as some bikers passed. Then I waited some more. Then I waved the flag again. Then after a few more times of this we went to lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we watched a biker ride his bike into a wall and look all concerned after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went down the hill again and watched bikers ride up and we cheered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long day (7:30a call time to 7:00pm), I got burnt, but got about $100 out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also met some cool people and got some advise on what to do out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super tired though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2787622438302509924?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2787622438302509924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2787622438302509924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2787622438302509924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2787622438302509924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/telemete-games.html' title='Telemete Games'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2422538941811182942</id><published>2008-05-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:22:26.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st shoot</title><content type='html'>I have a job in Malibu tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2422538941811182942?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2422538941811182942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2422538941811182942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2422538941811182942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2422538941811182942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-shoot.html' title='1st shoot'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-5635945834867355654</id><published>2008-05-28T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:32:46.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Casting</title><content type='html'>Drove Kristin to work today on my way to Central Casting. I would just like to say that Culver city has NO gas stations. None. I could not find ANY. I had to drive super out of my way to find one (gas here by the way was $4.10 for regular, but there were a lot of place that were higher).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to Central Casting fine, parallel parked fine (I was super proud of myself cause I usually suck at this) and registered with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is really no story there. Walked in, they told the group of us how to fill out our paper work, then we waited in line, turned in said paper work, got a photo taken, then left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only kinda cool thing was there was a casting director who needed some people for an Entourage shoot that day, so he pulled 2 girls from the line. I was not pulled as I was not dressed like I was going out clubbing or anything (aka I was not dressed like a whore).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now in about an hour I call in and see if there are any jobs for me yet. If not I will call in later tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that not too much is up. I gotta go get Al's oil changed, then I need to get this Thomas Bros map book cause I guess they give direction based on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I would like to make brownies because they are all kinds of delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update: So the people who lived in this apartment before left a Thomas guide. That is pretty fucking sweet if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-5635945834867355654?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5635945834867355654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=5635945834867355654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5635945834867355654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/5635945834867355654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/central-casting.html' title='Central Casting'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-8829328399413944998</id><published>2008-05-26T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:26:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like bragging</title><content type='html'>While in Santa Monica today I went into an American Eagle and found a pair of jeans on sale, but they only had them in a size 14 or a size 2. I tried the 2 on and they fit really well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World: You should probably hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also while there I saw someone who kinda maybe sorta looked like Orlando Bloom... but I couldn't tell cause the guy had huge sunglasses on. Probably wasn't him. If it was there would have been a crowed of screaming fan girls. Or there would be the group of fan girls who tried to act cool, and just kinda quietly stalked him. I saw neither of these groups. Also he was with some homely looking chick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I had this entire plan that by the end of the summer I was gonna be able to run from the apartment to the beach.... yeah. After driving down there today, I don't think that is gonna happen. 3 miles is a lot longer then you think it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I get a bike... MAYBE I will try biking down there. But I am pretty lazy so it is kinda doubtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-8829328399413944998?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8829328399413944998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=8829328399413944998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8829328399413944998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/8829328399413944998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-bragging.html' title='I feel like bragging'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-4203567296171001554</id><published>2008-05-26T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:18:40.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long ass Day</title><content type='html'>2 nights ago I was hanging out with Lee and we decided to go to Santa Monica Pier. I realized I know nothing about this city, cause I didn't even know about the pier... or about anything else kinda fun to do in LA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as we were looking for parking for the pier (which we never found btw) Lee's engine light turned on, so we decided just to go back to his place and watch Grandma's Boy, which is a fucking amazing movie by the way. We also found this one show where they spray painted a poodle blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After the movie (and the blue poodle show... which was still on when the movie ended) we went to Lee's car so he could drive me home, but the car wouldn't start so I ended up staying the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we tried jumping the car... but the world decided that it hated us and that didn't work so we got the car towed to this place that Lee said was about 3 blocks from my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee is a liar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was more like 30 blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally got to my place and played the Wii for a while (I kicked his ass in wii hockey by the way cause I am just that cool). Lee's car got fixed (cost him $500, so I felt super bad for him) and he took a cab to get him car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am driving from now on whenever we go places. It had been decided (even though I am a spazz when it come to driving... and other things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he left... I crashed for a while and then watched the new Wes Anderson movie. Not quite as good as Zissou, but still it was a really really great movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm going to Santa Monica to shop cause I finally have a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Central Casting will happen wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-4203567296171001554?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4203567296171001554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=4203567296171001554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4203567296171001554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/4203567296171001554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-ass-day.html' title='Long ass Day'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-1058622762029903775</id><published>2008-05-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:26:01.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SDikAkj9-5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ng9Ws2w2Qqo/s1600-h/n3400659_37905715_9144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SDikAkj9-5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ng9Ws2w2Qqo/s320/n3400659_37905715_9144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204089699148102546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I really haven't done anything except get food and run down Santa Monica (my goal for the end of the summer is to be able to run to the beach... not sure if that is going to happen as I am out of shape, but I can try).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night though we went to Studio City (the shopping center right outside of Universal Studios) to see Indiana Jones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop reading if you haven't seen Indiana Jones and want to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was ridiculous. It was good at some parts and had the adventure that you expect in an Indiana Jones movie. But really, who thought it would be a good idea to have Indiana Jones deal with aliens? I was totally willing to go along with the film, until the alien part. Indiana surviving a nuclear bomb? Ok.  Shia LaBeouf is Indiana's long lost son? Fine. Crazy huge ants that eat people? Kinda cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alien? No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were other problems with the movie too. The use and CGI animals was just stupid. For example when Shia LaBeouf was swinging through the trees with the monkeys. That didn't need to happen. And I have no idea what was with the prairie dogs in the begining. Oh George Lucas, why do you love  bad CGI?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun movie I guess, but no where near worth the $13 I paid for tickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo nothing else is really going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been to central casting yet, but I'm going there Wed so it's all good. After this week more interesting things will happen cause I won't just be stuck in the apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-1058622762029903775?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1058622762029903775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=1058622762029903775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1058622762029903775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/1058622762029903775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/studio-city.html' title='Studio City'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SDikAkj9-5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ng9Ws2w2Qqo/s72-c/n3400659_37905715_9144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-6821500710351849572</id><published>2008-05-22T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:06:04.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May 20th:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-We drove to Vegas and spent the night on the strip at the Monte Carlo. I liked Vegas. Looking around at everything was cool. Not being 21 sucks yet again cause I couldn't really do anything. Also we didn't see any shows, so other then walking through casinos there was nothing to do. Vegas was pretty dead that night anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did love the people on the streets handing out the flyers for hookers. That was super classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 21:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Got to LA. The apartment is super nice and it is furnished. I am sleeping on an air mattress in the living room... could be worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Didn't do much yesterday except unpack and go buy food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea what we are going to do today... but tomorrow I think I am going to go over to Central Casting and sign up with them. Otherwise I have to wait for next Wed. I kinda just want to get everything started and not just sit here doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-6821500710351849572?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6821500710351849572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=6821500710351849572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6821500710351849572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/6821500710351849572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-20th-we-drove-to-vegas-and-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-2913779640712299672</id><published>2008-05-19T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:50:28.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oregon Trail</title><content type='html'>Today we drove just over 1000 miles from Chicago to Denver. It took us about 15 hours to get here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have much to say about the drive. It wasn't the worst thing in the world. Although Nebraska sucks... hardcore. It just goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that is in Nebraska besides massive amounts of cows, is Pioneer Village. There were signs for it 200 miles away from where it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did not stop to see it because we are not that cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving out west reminds me of Oregon trail... this went along with the Pioneer Village thing. Although I have to say that Pioneer Village in Nebraska would suck because they weren't real Pioneers. They were wimps who gave up half way to Oregon or California or wherever they were going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one likes Nebraska. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I always died in Oregon trail. I would make a family and make myself the daughter... and my character would always die of dysentery or get bit by a rattle snake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda hoping this doesn't happen on my mighty trip west.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have already survived the mighty Mississippi, so things are looking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More good news is that we are currently in Denver by mountains, and tomorrow we will be driving through said mountains and going to Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should be good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-2913779640712299672?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2913779640712299672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=2913779640712299672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2913779640712299672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/2913779640712299672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/oregon-trail.html' title='The Oregon Trail'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839420744376613404.post-407020642429660108</id><published>2008-05-18T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:38:52.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night before</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning (5:00am) I will be leaving for LA for about 2 and a half months. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow my brother and I are driving to Denver. That is about 14 hours away. Tomorrow is going to suck. The next day we drive to Los Vegas, then the smog filled city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blogging to keep record of everything I do in LA. A lot of people have asked me to keep them posted and this is how I is gonna do it yo. Yeah, that's right, I be talkn' gangsta (or lolcat... take your pick).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing more to write about as I am still in Chicago. Hopefully something cool will happen tomorrow, otherwise it is just going to be one long ass drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7839420744376613404-407020642429660108?l=sclevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/feeds/407020642429660108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7839420744376613404&amp;postID=407020642429660108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/407020642429660108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839420744376613404/posts/default/407020642429660108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-before.html' title='The Night before'/><author><name>sclevine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P0kGQY18Mq8/SELvlYXUyZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fDMVI5wPISk/S220/Photo+110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
