Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game?

I watched the most ridiculous music video today.
Grillz by Nelly feat. Paul Wall and some other diamond toting individuals.
The lyrics just blew my mind.
Let's take a look at some excerpts, shall we?

"I got a grill they call penny candy you know
what that means, it look like Now n Laters, gum drops, jelly beans"-wow, i want some of that.

"My teeth are mind blowin givin everybody chillz
Call me George Foreman cause I'm sellin everybody grillz"-this was my favorite.

"Gotta bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham"-DAMN!

This is such a lyrical masterpiece.

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Ok, so onto today.
Cpen casting went pretty well.
Couple feature films were looking to fill roles, along with commercials and tv shows.
The shows were Survivor, The Biggest Loser, and a documentary show like True Life on "I find God in my Life"
Needless to say, I don't think TV's gonna work out.
Movies weren't looking so spectacular, needing huge time commitments in random locations around Texas.
There were some independent film directors but they weren't that interesting.
One was filming a Star Wars fan film.
I think I'm just gonna take it away from acting, and use my agent for the modeling career?
I have my reservations, seeing as most male models are gay and there's the heavy drug usage.
Remember Kristi? Yeah, she modelled and was into cocaine.
Not my scene, but hair modeling is different, I suppose.
Who knows.

THere were so many beautiful girls there today.
I found myself falling in love every five minutes
To quote Jim Gaffigan
"There's my future wife, oh wait she's leaving"
"There's my future wife, oh wait that's a man"
Casting calls definitely have their perks.
Of course I was too shy to ever talk to one.
*digs toe into ground shrugging shoulders while staring at blue suede shoes*

Got my job for sure at Paciugo's and I go in Thursday for hiring packets and paperwork.
I also have to see if I can still assistant coach for West, which would be awesome.
I have to get back to the Home Theater guy, but it could just be full-time work, of which I cannot handle.
My dad also wants me to go apply at the country club, perhaps as a cart washer?
Whatever it is, I will not be a ball washer. teehee!

I really love how people are calling me and such, it feels great.
Life's looking up, for once, and I'm a fan.