so i was out on the web doing some more sam rockwell searches to see if i missed something when i found an official website for one of the actors that was in "a midsummer night's dream" with sam.

well, since i once found another website and e-mailed the webmaster to see if they could figure out a way for me to perhaps at least get an address to sam's management (without any luck), i figured i'd give it a shot.. and.. oh my!

i now have the address to sam's agent. heh! i'm all stumped! i never counted on actually getting anything out of my fishing around. i'm so weird now - i can't even call and order pizza myself - there's no way i'll be able to muster up enough nerve to actually use the address.

bah.

oh, perhaps i should clearify something. i'm not out to stalk sam rockwell [heh] - the only reason i was fishing around for some kind of official contact with his management, not sam himself, has been to see if perhaps i could at least get some publicity shots and a short bio sent to me like a press release, you know?

i figure it would make a great addition to my sam rockwell website (which will be finished soon, dammit!) and it would feel better to have some concrete information as opposed to the rather lame bio i've put together myself through the brief snippets of info i've gotten out of the few sam interviews i found.

that's all...

i joke around a lot about stalking people, but heh - if anyone's worried i might be a psycho - don't be. i'm much too lazy to really stalk anybody, and i believe far too much in people's personal space. i once told angela i'm stalking her, and she said of the stalkers' she's had, i'm by far the most tolerable.

i don't show up anywhere around her unless she comes and picks me up herself, and i have a phone phobia thing so i don't call her incessantly either. also, because of my window phobia i won't ever be found trying to peek into her house, and i'm too whiny to follow anybody around. (i can see it now: "slow down dammit, you're walking too fast! what am i, a track and field star??" also, i suck at snailmailing and i'd have too much fun with the glue to put together any strange letters.

so there. i'm sure you'll all rest easier now.

em e-mailed me after yesterday's entry to warn me about robert deniro. well - if any of you out there are worried; it's a joke. i don't have a crush on robert deniro (except for sometimes in movies), and the whole 'marry' deal came out of a dream when i was twelve:

in sweden we have this pagan tradition where on midsummer night's eve you pick 7 (or nine) wild flowers and sleep with them under your pillow, and you'll dream of the man you will marry. well, when i was 12, i dreamt about robert deniro.

i remember getting loud protests from gene when i stated i was gunna marry bobby too - in fact, he flat out forbade me. heheh.

so i've been watching "the practice" (of immy fame ;) all summer, and last night was an episode about a guy on deathrow waiting to die, and the lawyers were trying to get a pardon from the governer.

bah! i can't handle stories like that. i was crying my eyes out halfway through the episode. dammit.

i'm going with my mom to visit my aunt and cousin this afternoon - my cousin's little boy turns 5 years old. man. a whole afternoon by the edge of the ocean (we even have a small private beach. when i say small i mean miniscule, but still) and all i can think about is how bad the smell will be.

i love the ocean, but the stench of rottening seaweed, seagull excrements and saltwater can be quite hideous. especially after the heatwave we've had lately. bah. still. i'll miss it.

6 days until i leave sweden