Days of Our Lives

It is really no secret here, that I have a bit of an obsession with Hollywood and glamour girls and hot boys. I try to keep it at a minimum and only read Gos once a day.

I did read something funny today. Naomi Watts is worried Sunday-Rose (Nicole Kidman's baby) is 'in-love' with her son. I mean seriously! Either the gossip columnist is an absolute loony and made it up, or Naomi Watts needs to be checked into some mental institution. Sunday Rose isn't even one.

And on the topic, my friends mum, who is like, totally the smartest doctor ever, thinks Nicole was never really pregnant. She didn't glow, she didn't put on weight. No normal women looks like that when their pregnant. Plus she has some medical problem, (the term eludes me) that makes her 100% unable to have kids. She totally faked! Just like her face.

Speaking of all things faces, it has come to my attention, Blake Lively (my latest girl crush) had a nose job! (I'm saving my pennies for my own rhinoplasty, so naturally I think it's totally cool that she got it done).

I had an OMG moment today. I went to the Gallery this morning to see an exhibition by my favourite artist, Monet. I studied him all through high school, and dream of walking through his garden. He is seriously a genius! I reckon if I lived 150 years ago, I'd have a massive crush on him and his big beard. So anyway, I'm walking through the crowds of other Culture-Vultures, admiring the works of the Impressionist painters, and there, smack dab on the far wall is the White Water Lillies. I studied this in year 10 and dreamed of walking across the bridge. (My art trip to Paris was cancelled in 2002 by my school for fear of terrorist! so I never saw it). But standing in front it today, forgetting about all the other people around me, even the pain in the assAsians pushing their way through, I had to catch my breath, and stop an embarrassing tear. It was a moment, where you understand the beauty and importance of art.

That's all biatches.

Love you, mean it, later.

Hollywood Dreaming

My procrastination could be the death of me. It entangles my feet, and shuts my mouth. It is only in my mind.

My heart and soul and voice long to be heard.

Sometimes, when work becomes slow, and I need a distraction, I search my favourite actresses.

Right now, my hot fav is Blake Lively. I literally love everything about her. From the first moment I saw her in The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, I decided, I wanted long blond hair, and she would be my new fav. Thank God for Gossip Girl Mania!

Girls like her, make me believe I can make it.

How about Isla Fisher? Star of the new Chick Flick Confessions of a Shop-aholic. The new Australian Golden Girl make her mark on Tinseltown and scoring exiting roles. Why can't that be me?

Or how about Amy Adams. Finally in her 30's she's staring in films and quickly becoming one of Hollywood's top actresses. She wasn't even going to become an actress until someone told her to just do it and she moved to LA and started auditioning. 10 years ago.

But my favourite story is that of Canberra girl, Mia Wasikowska who is barely 19, staring in Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. She's never even been to an acting school and now she is acting alongside Johnny Depp and working with one of the best directors of our time.

See how possible it is?

People have always left Hollywood with the stigma of impossibility. That only 1 in 10,000 ever 'make it'. But why can't I be that one?

My final draft of my play is almost complete. Then its time I start on the screen play. I know I have something here. Deli Chick is totally going to be the next Great Australian Movie. And then it's on to Hollywood to work with the Blake Snyder and Nora Ephron.

So girls and guys, dream big.

Aim for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.