So I took the kids to the soundstage today, to the production office, to be fitted for their parade scene costumes, which will shoot on the 28th of this month. Walking in was way cool. All the rooms were set up to look like Lincoln's office, a dining room, a kitchen, a living room...set in the late 1800's. It was like stepping back in time. And I felt a pang of sadness and anger that the scene in which I was going to be a part of was cut from the script. On our way out we stopped to watch a scene being filmed and I was just that much sadder that it wasn't ME in front of the camera...and it isn't going to be any time soon. At least, that's how I feel.

I'll just stop dreaming that way I won't be disappointed when one comes true, but then somebody realizes their mistake and quickly snatches it away from me.

So I just got a call from the casting director who informed me that my scene in Lost River has been cut. Yeah, story of my life. Oh well, I was honestly preparing for it, but that doesn't make it any less disappointing to have my dream come true and then have it abruptly snatched away from me. And I wasn't even thinking about the money that I lost as well. I was doing it cause it's what I love to do. And then Katie reminded me and I was like, "oh yeah, so I get fucked double!" I did nothing to deserve that. Well at least I get to shave off this God forsaken facial hair that I have been growing since August! GRRRRRRRR

I DID however get a speaking role in a short student film which I did yesterday, and that was fun.

Guess I'll go do laundry now.

At least the kids still get to be in the parade scene, which films later this month in Bisbee.

*sigh*