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My ass got kicked by a stomach flu this week! Yuck! Here I was rolling along happy and productive. I took a ramen dinner break to American Idol and ka-pow! My ramen finds itself barf city in the toilet! I haven't thrown up since I was in middle school. From the flu that is. I threw up a few years ago from too much drinking. But this was crazy! I guess I don't chew my food too well because I could make out all sorts of chunks. Noodles, spinach, and eggs. Yuck! Luckily, I've got a boo who came to my rescue. He made the mistake of bringing me Pepto Bismol which you aren't supposed to take if you are barfing, and I ended up barfing it all the way out again. He waited on me hand and foot as I screamed "I'm cold! I'm hot! I need a blankie! I need water!" I am so lucky. Yesterday, I was so miserable. I spent the whole day sleeping and trying to not be so achy. But I didn't have any energy. It made me realize how much I take for granted my health. And the fact that I am at a point where I can go and pack my day with stuff and get by on very little sleep. I was listening on the radio how kids in Iraq have diarrhea half of the month because we bombed their potable water supplies in the last war and they haven't recovered from that(I guess if we go to war, we will pretty much destroy all their natural resources, and they will have no water and diarrhea all the time.). That's terrible. Diarrhea is only something I would wish on our President. Not people I don't know. I can't imagine if I had it half the time. Yet another reason we shouldn't go to war. And I was also listening on the radio how the tomato pickers who pick the tomatoes that Taco Bell use, work under slave labor conditions. Going for like 14 hours in the fields for only like $45 a day. And for so little money, they cannot afford to take days off if they are sick. That and they get beaten for speaking up for their rights. Being sick made me realize how hard it is for those people who probably aren't as healthy as me to begin with. And more reason for me to realize how important workers' rights are. Something for me to chew on as I think about what it is I am supposed to do with my life and my art. And speaking of f-ed up in America today. What's up with the arrest of the man who wore an anti-war shirt in the mall that he BOUGHT at the mall? And what's up with Sean Penn supposedly getting sacked from a film deal for his anti-war sentiments? Welcome to the new blacklist folks! I hope that if that ever happens to me that I have enough sense to raise hell about it. I think there are too many actors who shy away from having a strong political opinion because they don't want to lose oops to act. And for me, I am too afraid of losing my civil liberties. So I have to speak up! Actors in this town are freaking lame. Some of them just have no opinion. They all blend into one smoozing mess for me. I guess you can't blame them, if you need to work, you need to work. But what's the point of working some acting gig, if you lose your soul? I used to think that everyone in this town was a lefty. Then I listen to Rick Deez in the morning (who hired that dummy?) and I am reminded about the rest of the world and how we are taught to support our troops unconditionally (Who can blame them, because after all, it's our sons and brothers who are going to die because our president is so fixated on Saddam Hussein) and just blame blame blame every other country and not our own selfishness for getting us in this mess. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I've been stewing away to combat this through my work. I've been toying with the idea of performing the role of Mary Magdalene, you know, the original first whore of the Bible. I want to present her in a way that confronts right wing politics. (So Mom, don't worry, I have good intentions and will not portray her in the way that you fear. Geez.) Finally, today I am on the fasttrack back to life! I worked for my friend VV today. She's so cool. She did this film called "My American Vacation." She is a mom of two and a doggy mom. It is so cool to see someone who can age so gracefully, and have such a young spirit about her. She's awesome, and she has many more films she wants to make in her lifetime. And I totally support her and want to be just like her. Creating even after I have kids. Lately I feel like my peak time as an artist wil last only until my 30's when marriage and motherhood sets in and my body slows down. But seeing VV, I am slowly learning to live well and be a good person and spirit so I can create art forever. Go buy her movie on DVD so she can make her investment costs back on it. We figure about 300,000 copies of the DVD should put her on top. My friend Dwayne came to visit me today. He was recently on Star Search and judge Naomi Judd told him that she liked the gap in his teeth so smile at the "2" she was going to give him. Ok, so I won't go into that and what kind of historical baggage that brings up. He's so cool. I recommend his stand up act. It's brilliant. I got a knock on my door from a repairman who said something was wrong with my window and he was told to seal it. Now, I did something stupid. First thing I did was say, "Oh did my (Manager's name) tell you to come up here". Then he said, "Yeah (my manager's name) told me to come." I forgot that my manager was out of town. And this guy had no tools on him. And I told him he could come have a look, but nothing was wrong with my window. He didn't come in though. Then he said, "Oh maybe I have the wrong apartment". And he left. Stupid Kristina! Dwayne scolded me for doing two things. Inviting an uninvited repairman in to look at something that I knew was not wrong with the apartment, and secondly for giving my manager's name. Ugh! I was so scared after. And I felt so dumb. I felt better that my big black friend Dwayne was there to act as what was a deterant. So let this be a lesson. Never, never, never let an uninvited repairman in. And for god's sake, don't give out your manager's name. But we always have repair people around our building, so I am used to it. Well, I called my manager. Who was out of town, and she said that he was a real repairman, he just had the wrong apartment number. And also, he was supposed to come by last week and was a dummy for showing up at the building with no appointment. PHEW! So at least I don't have to worry that someone was staking out my place. Not that there's much to steal at my apartment, just a 13" TV/ vcr combo, and a lot of dirty dishes. My boo also scolded me for talking to this guy. So now I know in the future, to attack with a vengeance! I should know better. Anyhow, that's all that's going here. Just prepping for my shows at the end of March. Lots of work to do. Not enough time. This is a problem I have. Here are some cool downloads. Download the Asian American Jackass Video These are some boys I know from UCLA. They are so dumb here. But I am faintly reminded of Fannie Wong when I watch this. My 50+ pretend boyfriend, Paul Zaloom sent this to me, it's funny. So few people are afraid to make fun political leaders and make humor that is critical of the war at a time like this. The people who are, I cherish. Ok, back to work I go. I need to catch up with the past few days I spent sick in bed.
take care, kristina
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