A Day in the Life

How are you my non-existent readers? Please, don't say anything about typos, cause I usually don't double check my spelling after I am done. It's exhausting enough to write it.
I missed the Oscars this year. I know, you wouldn't think much of it, but I work in the field, I worked in production, I am a fucking film publicist now, and one of the films produced by my company was nominated for best foreign feature. Won't say which one!!! Anyway, it was a total surprise for me in the morning when I found out the winners, or the "Oscar goes to-ers". Of course our film didn't win! It was nominated for so many festivals and it never took anything home. Blah. You know, Oscar used to be my weepeing night. I weeped when my favourites won, when they lost, when the presenters made mean jokes about famous people, when they had the obituary section, when people said their speeches and mentioned thier mom, dad, family, spouse, agent, whatever. I cried at everything. Fuck, what will I do when I'll be on that stage? And call me concieted, but I will be there at some point.
OK, now some notes on the show. I was pleasantly surprised at the end of the day. There was no crazy shit stuff like LOTR. I have to say I understand now why you'd reward something that was shot throughout 1000+ days, after being in fiming myself for a mere 60 days. You go crazy. Peter Jackson is worthy of praise cause he didn't start talking to the sheep and kept focus. Thank God it was not such a boring year!
I watched Crash a week ago, not expecting much from it. Unbelievable! The way the characters play upon each other, and how the balance that points to a general character direction switches dramatically from one extreme to the next is built very craftily. We are so diverse and so similar. We all have our prejudices even when we are good people. No one gets away.
I also watched Brokeback, and even though I was terrified of the sex scene, I have to say Mr. Ang Lee is one skillful bitch. The film was just right in everything. Someone in my office was very adamant he won't see such abnormalities of nature. He can't tolerate it ( funily, he's a very well intended, nice person in general). I resisted the urge to say, "hey I had two LGBT advisors in college and they never felt like freaks to me." Maybe it's just me or maybe it's my education abroad, among so many kinds of people, with so many needs and customs.
Again no closure. OK OK, I have to say this. I got published in Time Out Bucharest that just came out on the market here. Damn, sometimes I am so good.
Side note: this year is so mellow comapared to the previous one when I was so strung out and depressed that all my extra pounds decided to take a trip into the Bermuda triangle and my mind probably in Bahamas. I miss that turmoil of New York. I miss London. I miss boyfriend.
PPS: Cm'on people, cut me a book deal. I survived in New York without stripping like Mimi, I never was a fat kid so no memoir there. I've done some midly nasty shit in London. But haven't we all? Damn you all who didn't want to share your magic mushrooms or give me e's.