Ummmm.

I'm feelin' like a breakable antebellum dream lately. I think it's being back in Texas.

I also unearthed old pictures from a Mac I had thought long dead and gone (original iMac, guys. What is that, circa 2000?) so I found myself looking at pictures of myself make-up-less and wide-eyed with flowers in my hair and looking a heckuva lot happier.

I also spend the day making phone calls wheedling strangers to do stuff for films. Not my films, mind you, but others. I'm practicing my negotiatin' skills for when I'm in the real world, tryin' to produce. Oh, I forgot to mention that when I make these phone calls I make sure to turn my southern accent dial to "high." It helps to be southern and female, I think. People are always tryin ' to save a damsel.

Working without merit gets very, very tedious. Especially when there is a boy involved. Yeah. With eye-talics, even.

There are two pictures of me here. One is when I was fifteen. One is the most recent picture.