If you have any voice over, narration, voice parts you’d like to hire me for, please do! I am a joy to work with, through and through. My diva timer isn’t set to go off for another 2.7 years.
I freaking LOVE doing this shit so much. In school, I studied film and I did a lot of acting and also screen writing classes, so I read a lot of scripts. But even in regular school, public speaking and reading out loud was always like, my all-time favorite thing. I once did a speech at a funeral and I had the whole place crying, and people coming up offering me jobs after it. So if you have any funerals for me to attend… those are fair game, too!
And I’m great at weddings. I make tears run down people’s legs.
Anyway. Yeah, hit me up if you have something for me to do, because like I said, it’s my favorite thing IN THE WORLD. It is so much fun, I’m a lot of fun to work with, I hardly ever complain (unless you get me seltzer and I asked for club soda– we can talk about my roster later, but I know you’d never be silly enough to confuse CARNATIONS WITH PEONIES. Okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Here’s two demos I did in studio and had a lot of fun. I figure I can start doing this for actual jobs, as opposed to dropping in on groups to fulfill my public speaking requirement, and pretending to be sad. Although it WAS good for my method-acting skills.
By the way, the first session of this group that my friend wrangled me into, I told her, “Okay, well I don’t really have any problems and I am not really sad about anything but I’ll go; this will be fun. I’ll just work on my acting and I’ll pretend like shit’s really wrong.” And she and my other friend in the group text were like, “Alllrighhhtt.”
So I went. And I WASN’T sad about anything but… I didn’t know this because I don’t keep track of anything– I don’t even have a calendar on my phone– and apparently, it was like my day of PMS. Where my emotions are like, I’ll cry at literally… I’m trying to think of what’s the worst thing I’ve cried for. Well, I’ve cried five minutes into Finding Dory, and I’ve also cried over a VOGUE/Anna Wintour short movie. I’ll show you the clip of it here.
This thing made me cry. I was watching it with my mom and I think she was like… Uh…
The other last thing that made me heap-sob cry was From The Mixed Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
THAT BOOK GOT ME. AND IT GOT ME LIKE 8/10 OF THE WAY THROUGH. I TOTALLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH WITHOUT ANY EMOTION AT ALL. BUT NOPE. IT DID. REALLY, REALLY BAD. WHICH TO ME, IS REALLY, REALLY. THAT SHIT IS THE BEST BOOK EVER ON EARTH.
The other thing that got me recently…
Sarah McLachlan World On Fire– I cracked into a box of old mix CD’s I made the other day– like, a freaking hundred of them I made in high school. I was quite the DJ. I heard this song on a soundtrack for a film script I made and this shit blew me away. It blows me away every time I hear it. I don’t even BELIEVE in the shit she’s saying anymore, about limited resources, and all of that, but I really fucking love her and the actual music to this song, ALWAYS gets me right in the ticker. I’d just driven by our new house and I was so happy and this came on and I was like FUCK YEA MOTHERFUCKER. And I was being all emo and I loved it. She is just, an angel on earth with her voice. And like I said, the MUSIC in this song is fucking epic.
I found this song in high school, which, I used to be emo for a living back then. And I was in love with this guy (who I ended up dating for like six years later, which was quite the story to me how I got with him but that’s for another time). And all I’d do is listen to Sarah McLachlan and make up movies in my mind how epically tragic our love story was. HAHAHAHAHA. I love that story now.
Now when I hear this I think of his best friend… No idea why.
OTHER THING THAT GOT ME IN THE MOTHER FUCKING TICKER AND MADE ME CRY::::::::
“Weh nevah ghave up… No one had evur come alung; who wur even remohtley lyke us.”
I’m going to have to watch this; I don’t even know for sure if I’ve seen this one.
EVERYTHING OASIS DOES JUST MAKES ME REALIZE I AM BRITISH.
This music is just fucking too good. It’s just too fucking good don’t even talk to me right now just don’t even do it. I can’t be bothered with you.
THIS SHIT GOT ME GOOOOOOOOOD. I LOVE OASIS SO MUCH AND THIS THING JUST… WHEW. THEY TAUGHT ME THE VALUE OF THE COCK. I MEAN, OF BEING COCKY. ALSO, I CAN’T SAY THEY TAUGHT ME HOW TO BE COCKY, BECAUSE THAT’D BE GIVING MYSELF TOO MUCH CREDIT AT THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT IN TIME, BUT I’M SURELY GETTING THERE.
You have to see this thing. It’s so brilliantly good. It’s actually probably a shit shit movie but I love Oasis so much that they could “shit in a lightbulb” as Noel Gallagher says, and I’d think it was brilliant (also if you’ve never seen an interview with him, your life isn’t made).
But yeah, I’m actually HOPING they shit in a lightbulb. Because that would make my evening.
Maybe I’LL just shit in a lightbulb.
Oh wait. I don’t poop.
Well, a girl can always dream.
So yeah, I’ll make your voice acting work OUT OF THIS MUTHAFUCKING WOLLLLLLLLRRRDDDD. (I can even re-make the spelling of world, because I am just that good.)
I CAN EVEN TALK BRITISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was the point of this blog.
I think I was pretty clear on that.