Illegally Blonde

I'm not sure if I should really type this up for public consumption. But in today's society where alot of young women my age leave their homes sans panties only to photographed at unflattering angles whilst entering and exiting vehicles only to have the photos appear on websites and magazines EVERYWHERE!! Then I figure my humble little blog shouldn't cause too much of a brouhaha.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. For those of you who may be reading this in the archives after my fame has reached it's peak-my name is Allison Diane Wilkes I was born in Cape Gireadeau Missouri on June 21st, 5555 (the year was omitted to protect the innocent). I have just relocated to Manhattan with my charming,handsome,extremely talented (and straight too!) Boyfriend or the BF as he will be referred too (to protect his identity and maintain his mysterious quality/so that I don't have to type alot of names slash words) for the purpose of this blog. I also live with our brilliant roomie Tommy who just relocated here to save his sanity from Alabama and to take a Fabulous job with a leading Theatrical organization here in Manhattan. At age Five I moved to Tuscaloosa, Alabama where I lived from July 198? until July 30th 2008 when I hopped on a plane with luggage that was too heavy and moved to New Tork City leaving many wonderful pairs of high heels at home in Alabama.

This blog is a way to keep people at home connected specifically with the trials and tribulations I face everyday being an aspiring/expiring actress and working as a retail whore/temp/child care worker/please let me do something so I can pay my rent-person.

Now on to the good stuff, yesterday was my first New York audition. I awoke at 7:00 after hitting snooze for 45 minutes. I then tried to perform facial reconstructions with my to BFF's for life maybelline and MAC straightnened my hair dressed assembled my audition survival bag kissed my sleeping BF on the cheek and hopped on the A train to ride down to midtown. After getting out of the station I walked down to Chelsea studio's (15 blocks or so) hugged tommy farewell and walked into the lobby. I caught an elevator and rode up to the 6th floor waited anxiously while the doors opened and suddenly I was thrown into-The Line for LifeBoats on the Titanic!People everywhere all trying to get into the same room to sign up for the same audition. I jump in the line and go in and sign up. I'm number 401 so, I trudge back home to relax and eat for a little while.

After a nap, salad, and a quick drying of my clothes with my hair dryer(it rained) I rode back downtown walked again and then sat in the studio with the other lemmings (they were at approximately #255). I then ran into a friend of a friend nd began chatting. Through that conversation I realized that I had signed up for a non-eq call for a tour of pajama game/spelling bee. The call I went for TheatreWorks was across the hall. Had the thought occured to me that here would be more than one call? No. Do I feel like a dumb southern/blonde stereotype right now? YES! Well, I go across the hall and signup. Needless to say I was not seen and I felt so stupid. Undaunted I stayed at the other call and was fianlly seen by gay and gayer. I was so nervous -it was my first audition in a year, in New York City I mean you name it It was the first of firsts. It was an okay audition. But, I learned alot from the day and I got the first one out of the way. I feel like such a blonde because of my little goof up but hey, if the dye fits wear it!