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How to Rock a Premiere...

 

This Saturday, February 4th at 8:30pm, How to Rock premieres on Nickelodeon!

But that’s not all…right after the premiere you get a bonus episode of How to Rock, “How to Rock a Messy Bet” written by me!

So tune in this Saturday! Check your local listings for details.

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Dear Drunk Chick--

—who fought her way to the front of the stage after The Strange Boys were told by the person running the show that they had time for two more songs and yelled for them to GET THE FUCK OFF WE WANT THE REIGNING SOUND:

I hope you woke up this morning in a pile of someone else’s vomit.

Love,

Nina

*Last night’s line up at Alex’s Bar 12 Anniversary was amazing. While I was just there to see the headliner (Reigning Sound), all of the bands rocked my face off and The Strange Boys specifically.

I wasn’t certain from the first song, but the second or third song in The Strange Boys’ set where Will and I turned to each other with that YES YES THIS IS IT.

I don’t get out to shows much anymore, and I rarely have the patience to sit through three opening acts because there’s always at least one that I don’t care for.  Even if they’re not my thing, I sit in the back and clap politely. Because whoeever’s up there is playing their heart out and trying to make their dreams a reality. How can you not respect that?

So to summarize: STFU.

 

 

(originally posted on my Tumblr.)

(wo)Man vs. Self

 

I'm working on it.

The Next Step.

Woke up at 4:50am.
On the road to Santa Monica by 5:20am.
Three blocks away from the preferred parking (which I shelled out an extra $20 for) at 6:10am.
The half-marathon was supposed to begin at 7:00am.

We were told that preferred parking was going to close at 6:30am. We had 20 minutes to go three blocks. Will had to pee so I let him out and told him I'd meet him at the starting line.

At 6:48am I reached preferred parking. I was told by the race official that it was closed. We were dead-ended at the beach, so I asked him where else I could find parking. "On South Venice" he told me and then waves me away. There was a line of cars behind me who were about to be told the same thing.

I turned down an alley and grabbed my phone. I didn't know where South Venice was - I don't go to Venice. A car behind me honked and I realized the entire traffic jam was coming my way.

At 6:58am I was two miles from the starting line with no place to park. The lots were either full or unattended, the street parking filled up with the extra 2,500 people who were running the race that morning.

At 7:05am, I finally parked - a half a mile from the starting line.

I texted Will. "I don't think I'm going to make it." There weren't any other racers around me, I was stranded and the race had begun five minutes ago.

I admit: I started to cry. I had trained and gotten up early and because of parking - something that I had planned for by getting there with plenty of time and paying extra for preferred parking - and it didn't look like it was gonna happen.

"They haven't started yet," Will texted back. "I can not run," he continued.

"No, go," I texted back. "I'll figure it out."

I sprinted toward the starting line (.63 miles I learned later) and got there just as the horn was going off. I ran straight into the corral of runners and began my 13.1 miles out of breath, frazzled, and really having to pee.

I used the facilities (aka, race porta-potties, aka gross central) at Mile 2. Relieved (in more ways than one) I just decided that while my goal was to come in under three hours (I was hoping to run an average of a 13-minute mile) I would be happy just to finish.

I ran the first four miles, then walked through the water/electrolyte station.

At Mile 6 my back seized up. I started to run/walk.

At Mile 8 my feet started to hurt.

At Mile 10 I told myself "now you just have a 5k to finish."

At Mile 12 I restarted my playlist, because I was pretty sure that I would hit the Dirtbombs "Wreck My Flow" which would take me to the finish line. If the Dirtbombs don't make you want to move, then there's something wrong with you.

At Mile 12.5 I realized that I was going to hit the song early. I unhooked my iPod.

Repeat.

Repeat.

At Mile 13 I saw Will.

Repeat.

I finished at 2:45:10 - a full 15 minutes better than I thought I would.

I still don't consider myself a runner. I don't particularly like it, but I appreciate the lesson. Place one foot in front of the other. Remind yourself not to worry about however many miles lie ahead, but just the next step.

The Dirtbombs "Wreck My Flow"

Present and Produce.

Two blog ladies who I really love - Sizzle and the Hollywood Housewife - put their new year's resolutions in the form of a mantra or an intention, something that is an overall guiding principle for the 365 (366?) days ahead.

The last six months has a whirlwind. The second half of 2011 saw me getting back into the writing game full-time as I made my return to tween TV on the new Nickelodeon show How to Rock (premiering February 4!) I went from noodling around on a couple of scripts to run-throughs and tape nights and the writers' room and a regular paycheck and other exciting developments that I will have to share with you at a later date.

I find that I require a lot of downtime. Or I think I require a lot of downtime. I tune out "to think" and "to work on a new idea" and while I do that, about 10% of the time is spent thinking the rest is literally in a time-suck that finds me coming to two hours later leaving comments on strange Tumblrs.

So my intention for the year is to be present and produce. Whether it's scripts or blog posts, whether it's miles run or time spent with Will (rather than time spent next to Will on our respective laptops on our respective projects and respective Twitters.)

Of course, we won't be producing any offspring. My uterus will retain its amateur/Olympic Hopeful status.

Here's wishing you everything you could possibly want in 2012, by granting you the wherewithal to actually go after it.

Hearts,

sm