Madeline lost her ability to procreate today. Drew said something about how we're depriving her of the opportunity to fulfill her destiny. I pointed out that we're not fulfilling our biological destinies either, in the strict vagina-inseminating way. So now we're a little band of biological deviants.

Isn't this just the saddest pup ever?














Clearly the drugs haven't worn off yet.














Lookin' rough, girl.

 

My apartment is such a mess that I'd rather move than clean it.

It's gotten 10x worse since we got a cleaning lady. I guess I took her hiring as a signal that I could stop cleaning up after myself. Drew's behavior hasn't changed (since he's never been one to clean up after himself).

I've pledged to spend this evening doing dishes and laundry. So the rest of my day, leading up to those chores, needs to be a stellar good time.

I'm working for my friend Jana while she's in France visiting friends. Just manning the phones at her office on the Disney lot. Maybe a sighting of Balthazar Getty (Brothers and Sisters is filmed on the Disney lot) would make up for the shitty evening I'm going to have. If not Balthazar, then at least two of those other cute brothers. Naked.

UPDATE: No Balthazar. It's a true testament to my love (lust?) for the Lord of the Flies remake that I can overlook his current obesity and still see the beauty within. I have had fun today, though. I harassed my boyfriend at work, I read part of a bad book and part of an interesting book, I bought a coffee at the Disney commissary and I started (and discarded) a short story. Life is sweet.

 

I met Katie Holmes once. I was working on a movie starring her then-boyfriend, Chris Klein. This was... six years ago? She came to the set up in Montreal to visit Chris for a few days. I remember that Chris was nervous and excited in the days before her arrival. I was friends with the unit publicist; he asked her to keep the reporters away from them during her visit as he didn't want to use their coupledom to promote the movie. An admirable request, I guess. I remember the publicist laughing when she told me about it, though, saying that Chris overestimated the press's interest in his private life.

Katie and I had two or three nice conversations. I was working for the director, who was a bit of a tyrant. The way he talked to me and his other assistant usually endeared us to people working on the film. I think she probably fell into that category. Once, during a nightclub scene, Katie and I were tucked away under one of the bar tables just out of sight of the cameras. We were hiding from some of the extras who had been semi-stalking her all day. Dawson's fans. They were pretty relentless, those kids. They would hound her and say strange, overly-familiar things to her about their sexual histories and their baby daddies. It made her uncomfortable. She wasn't snotty about it, but it definitely made her uneasy how everyone felt like they could share their most intimate secrets with her thirty seconds after shaking her hand.

I can't say much more about her, really. I just remember her as midwestern in her attitudes and fucking gorgeous in her appearance. I remember how proud Chris was to be dating her, even though they'd been together a while at that point. He wasn't my favorite person, necessarily. He's very macho and a bit of an ogler when it comes to women. But he definitely stood a little taller when Katie was around. She kind of had that effect on everyone, really. She was just so damn good-looking, yet disarmingly friendly at the same time.

It was a highlight of my year when Chris came up to me several days after she had left Montreal and said "Katie said to say good-bye. She really, really liked you."

Now, every time I see a photo of her it seems impossible that she's the same person who hung out on the cold concrete floor of that film set years ago, whispering to me so we wouldn't interrupt filming. How did this happen? All I can say is that I don't believe these stories about how she's been brainwashed. You get a pretty good idea of who she is very quickly. She just doesn't seem like someone who would be that easy to control and manipulate. I have very, very scant evidence for this; it is, I admit, just a feeling. But I don't feel sorry for her or worry that she's being taken advantage of.

Still, it's very very strange. And I hope, for her sake, that it ends well.

 

Her entrance gives me chills. Is that so wrong?

 

I got my first med school interview yesterday. For a school in NYC.

Yesterday was November 1... the interview is November 28. Ugh. Cheaptickets is not living up to its name.

I'm excited, though. I'll get to see my friends Larry and Molly and meet their son; and maybe I'll get to see Katie. And, you know, I might get into medical school.

 

Two years ago I got my first "Hey, wow, you're getting so OLD!" birthday card. It was from my Aunt Judy. I was turning 28.

Last night I was thinking about how this incredulous feeling I've had for the past few years (that I'm actually aging now in a way that will elicit comments from other people) will diminish over time. Because it will get tiresome and I'll just get accustomed to the whole thing.

It's odd, though. It was odd getting that card from Judy. And it was tough not calling her up and asking her what the FUCK she was thinking.