I Have the Eating Habits of a 5-year-old Boy.

I remember when we were coming back from England, Julie got mad at me because I picked the veggies off of my airplane pizza. Let it be known, since then, I have tried Tofu, Indian food, have become quite accustomed to Chinese, and today had salmon for lunch.  Some resolutions I may stick to, some I may not.  The whole becoming a cleaner person may have to wait till next year, just take a look at the pile of workout clothes strewn across my already cramped apartment.  Another resolution that I forgot to put it on my resolution post, I need to ween myself off of my Diet Coke addiction.  I'm trying, but when your water filter's broken and you're too lazy to call the maintenance man to come fix it and your other option is milk, which has calories, a can of chemicals seems like the lesser of two evils.  Naomi would suggest otherwise.

One of Those Days.

Yesterday sucked. Today will suck. At least the latter half when the whole of the bungalow will be going to Andy's funeral and it will be empty. Currently, however, we're trying to make a vacuum sound like an airplane and listening to Ryan do his best Dean Martin impression in the other room. I spent a majority of my day yesterday bracing myself for a wake, needless to say, none of that preparation helped. There's no good way to approach something like this, where you walk into a room and realize that while your life may not be so different, there are people in the room who will never be the same. He was 56 and died alone while his family was out. You never know at which precise moment your life is going to change. You never know how it will change. And no matter how hard you try you will never understand why. There isn't a reason for these type of things, sometimes things just suck. Trying to justify it won't help you feel better about the fact that there's a 16 year old standing up there talking about how her father died when she was on a ski trip. If I'll take anything away from this it's that it's never a bad time to tell your friends and family that you love them. It's given me the desire to accomplish everything I want to accomplish before I die, whether it be in 300 some-odd days or when I'm 95 and can't remember how to tie my shoes. I guess in some weird way this is the push I needed to always remember to live, to love, and to laugh...often.

Last night was the first night since I've been here that I wished I was back home. What I would've given to have been able to drive to someone's house and just cry with them.

On a lighter note my boss just scared the shit out of Naomi while she was trying to make turbulence sounds. It feels good to laugh. And to those of you that actually read this, no I'm not turning emo on you, I promise this is a one time thing. Well not a one time thing, I mean people in my life will die and I will be sad again, but I'm taking this one as a resolution incentive. Don't take anything for granted and live life the way you want to live it. Period. End of story.

Rest in Peace Captain Andy, you will be missed.

Just Keep Swimming.

So far in 2012, I've learned how to play Chicken Foot, taken a Christmas card picture, flown back to LA, and used FaceTime for the first time.  I've discovered that this will be my contact method of choice because 1) it runs on WiFi, so the dead-zone in my apartment is deemed irrelevant and 2) it's not as awkward as talking on the telephone.  I managed an hour and a half long conversation with Trey, which I can guarantee would've lasted about 2 minutes had we not been able to make funky faces at each other the whole time.  We're back at work and today's pretty chill, as I expected it would be.  And the editorial department has decided that one of our New Year's resolutions is to lose weight.  Sean has taken on the approach of "never eating again" while Naomi and I just spent a good 15 minutes analyzing the nutritional facts on the California Pizza Kitchen menu.  I have until reshoots to lose 15 pounds and get tan...ready, set, go.

If I've learned anything this year it's don't take anything for granted.  Our unit production manager had a heart attack on the 30th and died.  One of my high school friend's mom's just found out she has terminal cancer and now has to decide whether she wants to live for 24 months or for 6.  Nothing is a sure thing and I plan on never letting the little stuff phase me again.  I have a great life, a job I love, and friends that I can talk to, make funny faces at, and watch fix themselves bowls of mint chocolate chip for hours at a time.

Oh and I plan to blog more, because the 1400 miles distance thing between friends sucks.  I gave Trey the official tour of the apartment last night, maybe I'll upload that shiz to this so people can get the full effect.  Granted it evidently seems smaller on video than it does on pictures so I may just leave it to the imagination.

Alright I should probably do something productive now, but I will probably salivate over my salad that may or may not get here within the next two hours.  What a gripping life I lead.

We all have one year to live. Make it a good one people.

So, if the Mayans, or the Incans, or whoever, have it right I've got less than a year to win an Oscar, marry Ryan Gosling, and have two really good looking children. Go big or go home people.

Since I evidently missed the memo about writing reflective Facebook statuses about 2011, and considering the amount of stuff that's happened in 2011, I decided to blog about it instead.

When I look back on it, I guarantee that this will be the year that I consider to have "become a grownup." If you had told me when I was standing in Trafalgar Square a year ago that by this point, TCU will have won the Rose Bowl, I would have found a job, moved to LA, and worked on a major motion picture, I probably would've asked you what you were smoking.  But amazingly enough it happened.  And if you had added in the tidbit about Ryan Kwanten, I probably would've taken you to the mental institution myself.  I now pay MOST of my own bills, live in a TINY (yet stylish) apartment, and managed to adapt to living 1400 miles away from everything I know rather smoothly.  Sometimes I still don't understand how I haven't called up my mommy telling her that I want to come home.  It's bound to happen, but the fact that is hasn't yet is somewhat encouraging.  I go back Monday and when I do, I'm going to help create an actual movie, I'm going to learn how to do what I plan to do for the rest of my life.  All I have to say is if 2012 is anything like the past 3 months have been, I'm in for one hell of a ride.

Peace, love and frogs everyone.

My Boss Is Better Than Your Boss.

For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter/Facebook/know me, my boss got me and his assistant editor Kindles for Christmas...not to mention a box of See's Chocolates.  Needless to say, I'm making him a plaque that says "Best Gift Giver Ever."

I don't remember how long its been since I updated, but according to blogspot it's been since November 15.  During that time I have celebrated Thanksgiving with waffles, watched the Muppets, logged about 300+ hours at work, wrapped my first feature film and met Ryan Kwanten.  Saying that my life is good would be an understatement.

I am getting on a plane in about 42 hours and in about 48 I will be home, after a ride in the SuperShuttle and a layover in Phoenix.  My to-do list is growing, especially since my boss's gift giving nature was unveiled.  And I need to clean, pack, and make sure that my fish isn't going to bite it while I'm gone.  While Rufio, yes he's named after the kid with the mohawk, is a resilient little bugger, I'm not 100% sure any fish could manage himself for a week and a half sans human contact.  I saw these tablets at Petco when I got him that said they could feed a fish for a week.  Procuring those are also on my to-do list, as is cleaning his bowl.

Now I'm off to Beverly Hills for an errand, and yes, I feel pretty damn cool being able to say that.

Eat your heart out True Blood fanatics.

Flight...Wait I Can't Tell You That.

Well here I am.  I've been working at CBS Radford for about a week and a half.  The least amount of hours I've worked has been 10.  And I now understand what everyone was talking about when they told me that being a PA was equivalent to selling your soul.  The fact is however, I love it.

I love going to work.  I love walking down to set and seeing a sign that says "This spot reserved for Amy Poehler."  I love that the studio gym is directly underneath where "Hot in Cleveland" films.  I love that I have yet to pay for a meal while working here.  And I love that the craft services man has done everything from "Rocky IV" to "Star Trek."  So while I'm consistently working 5 days a week, 12 hours a day, and have resorted to watching TCU games via crappy feeds courtesy of my London-dwelling friend Michael, I am doing what I want to do, where I want to do it.  And, in case you didn't hear, TCU beat Boise State on the Smurf Turf.  It's the first time it's been done in like 10 years.  I should've never doubted them.

Now back to the point, I am working with people who've worked on movies like "Spiderman" and "The Hurt Locker," who know people like Quentin Tarrentino and Tommy Lee Jones.  I was just handed my dream on a silver platter and I'm still kind of amazed that it happened to me.  I'm learning things that you can only learn by getting hands on experience from people who have been doing this for decades.  I love my job.

Now I don't necessarily love getting in at 10 every night and not having a social life, but the fact is I'll take it if it means I get to do this everyday.  I'm excited to get up in the morning.  I'm excited at the prospect of seeing these people who know so much more than I do and can teach me everything that 4 years of school didn't.  The people I'm working with ROCK.  I currently spend my days in a "bungalow" on the CBS lot, which has everything from an endless supply of Diet Coke and Butterfingers to its very own golf cart.  Yes, I, Caroline Lorraine Keith, am now a master at the golf cart. So much so that I'm contemplating procuring one for my own amusement.  That and a fish.  I need some sort of companionship when I get home.  His name will be divulged shortly seeing as I have every intention of getting "He who shall not be named...yet" on Thursday, which is in fact my Saturday, which makes tomorrow my Friday.  And yes, that damn Rebecca Black song is in my head, except it's the Glee version which makes it slightly less awful.

I miss everyone, don't get me wrong, I miss everyone like there's no tomorrow.  But I won't lie, working constantly helps deal with that.  As does Skype, facebook, and everything related to an iPhone.  Also, the fact that Christmas is in a month also helps. Danget, now "Friday" has been replaced by "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays."
Alright I'm going to go watch pieces of a movie that I can't tell you anything about get put together.  I love my life.

Until my next minute of free time.

PS. Anybody who wants to go see 'Newsies' on Broadway please contact me immediately.  And if you don't know how to contact me, please don't.

Next Chapter, Take One.

Well I made it.  I made it through 3 days of my father singing 'California Here I Come' every time we past into a new county.  I made it through 3 days of, while very pretty, very boring country side; I'd like to thank Ludlow, California for miraculously showing up right as the gas was about to become non-existent.  I made it to the point where all of my boxes are unpacked, furniture has been purchased, TV and internet have been hooked up, and groceries have been procured.  I am currently sitting on my lovely queen bed watching what seems to be a horrible horror movie staring Renee Zelwegger/Bradley Cooper about some sort of demonic kid.  Been there, seen that.  But hey, it's on Netflix and I just set up my Blu-Ray player with internet so I felt proud of myself.

For those who don't know, I got a job as a production assistant for a CBS Films production that starts shooting on the 7th of November.  So needless to say, I managed to land a job, find an apartment, and drive 1400 miles to an entirely new and foreign land all in about a three months time.  The only good part about having to do it so quickly is that I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it or realize that what I was doing may have been considered to some as certifiably insane.

So, we went through Albuquerque and Kingman, AZ to get there, but here I am in a 500 sq. feet studio apartment that I'm paying double what I would in Dallas.  Believe it or not, that's a deal out here.  Especially with a washer and a dryer.  The trip wasn't as horrible as I anticipated, we split it into three days and at least had a Rangers game to look forward to each evening.  We don't count game 3, as I've deduced that was a fluke and will never happen again.  We got here Monday morning and went straight to Ikea worried that we'd have to get the mattress delivered so the earlier the better. Word for the wise: if you get a memory foam mattress they roll them up and can fit perfectly in a Ford Escape.  My car's gotten quite the work out having hauled my entire life cross country and then two dressers, two chairs, a desk, and a mattress all within the past 5 days.  I never want to put another piece of furniture together again.

So work doesn't start for another week and a half so that time will be spent trying to navigate this city.  I made it to and from LAX yesterday and have decided that I need to make friends quickly and/or need people to come visit me so that I can use that damn HOV lane.  I think it's the only way people get there in any sort of timely fashion in this town.  So that's your cue people, come save me from LA traffic.

Tonight is game 6 of the World Series, it was supposed to be last night but I'm sure my dad called in a favor or something because it was suddenly raining in St. Louis.  His flight would've coincided exactly with the game.  I however was stuck with nothing to do last but unpack and go to Target; the only non-sketchy one mind you, is about 20 minutes away, right next to the only Wendy's I have yet to find in this town.  I made it through my first night alone and only woke up once at 3:15, the advantage of that being that while it's 3:15 here it's 5:15 back home, and that gives me more options for late night TV viewing.

So that's that, my current life in a nutshell.  I'll update again once I start working and have more to update with.

Off to watch demon girl.