On the set of a Japanese (I think) film set the other day, something came to me. It was as huge revelation. It has shaken me to the core and caused me to add to my list of goals. Obviously it's only a matter of time until fame reaches my doorstep (or climbes the dilapidated stairs of my apartment door). I know, everyone can't wait until they get to read something scandelous or see some odd picture of me in People Magazine. It will happen, just give it time. When fame reaches me you know I'll be the same idiot I am as always, I promise. I have also made the promise to my sister that I would take her to my first awards ceremony and we would take a quick trip back to Pinedale, Wyoming before the ceremony to pic out our outfits since she saw this fur thing (kind-of like you might see the wealthy wear at Jackson Hole or Vail during the winter) that was oh so awesome and we would wear that to it. Those who know my style (as weird as it always is) knows I'll be in People Magazine or whatever as "Best Dressed" (or at least I'll be mentioned somewhere).
I digress. So, on the set, we shot a scene outside at Washington Square Park (NYU are for those who don't know) and the three lead actors each had someone shading them from the sun with umbrellas. That's right people, they had umbrella people. So there is my new goal. Along with a lead role in a film where I of course I have a sweet trailer, I want to be so famous that I have my own umbrella person. That's it. That is the epiphany that hit me the other day. I will also take requests if anyone wants to be or knows someone who would like to be my umbrella person. They have to be cool since I'll be close to them a lot. They also should be hot, that would help as well. But be aware that hot alone in this situation is not acceptable. I of course need hot first, but on top of that they (or you) better be a good conversationalist and be able to help me with lines and other errands and stuff. It will be a glamorous role I promise, and you'll be invited to my many cool celebrity parties. Think about it. Oh, and I will hold true to the promise to my sister to take her to my first award show dressed awesomly (hopefully I don't have a manager or PR guy telling me not to do it).
