Peer pressure led me to purchase a blackberry. Ugggghhhh. Now it's a bit of an addiction. Several weeks back I had this odd call on my new blackberry. Not many people have the number, which it made the ones that did feel a bit more special than the ones that had my regular cell. Sorry for the digression.
Blackberry rings:
ring ring
Jack eyes the mysterious number. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Jack..?" a female voice whispered into my ear.
"Yes-" I replied.
blah blah blah blah "Casting director..."
"Huh?"
"Your sister Jen submitted you for a pilot-"
Bear in mind, my sis, god bless her silly soul, became addicted to reality television after being on NBC's The Biggest Loser last season. Jennifer Eisenbarth--go ahead, myspace and spam her!
Rolling my eyes, asking what my sis did now, for our convos are few and far between holidays and birthdays for whatever reason. The casting director mentions that this new show from the creators of Jackass seem to like what my sis said about me.
They had me submit a paragraph or two about my life. Calling back shortly afterwards, apparently I made them laugh. A lot. I mean seriously...they were ROTFLTAO. Whatever that means, I hope it's not contagious.
Wanting me to come in for an on camera, they insisted on me videotaping a day in my life. Pretty pathetic. They made me see how dorky I truly am.
Flash forward to three weeks later, I was about to give up on those crazy Jackass cats and post my little video short online to see what people thought of my mother's dating tips and the producers called back. They're in the final selection process and needed my social security number to run a background check and said they'd be in touch.
Nervous???
Neh. I just hope they can't track my pornography purchases from days gone by in the great state of Minnesota where we kill a pig when in doubt and deep-fry everything including Twinkies.
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