181. I will decree that all hay be shipped in tightly-packed bales. Any wagonload of loose hay attempting to pass through a checkpoint will be set on fire.

220. Whatever my one vulnerability is, I will fake a different one. For example, ordering all mirrors removed from the palace, screaming and flinching whenever someone accidentally holds up a mirror, etc. In the climax when the hero whips out a mirror and thrusts it at my face, my reaction will be "Hmm...I think I need a shave."

231. Mythical guardians will be instructed to ask visitors name, purpose of visit, and whether they have an appointment instead of ancient riddles.

200. During times of peace, my Legions of Terror will not be permitted to lie around drinking mead and eating roast boar. Instead they will be required to obey my dietician and my aerobics instructor.

And the one that I think really fits me the best:
198. I will remember that any vulnerabilities I have are to be revealed strictly on a need-to-know basis. I will also remember that no one needs to know.

Thinking about it though, isn't that what everyone really thinks about their so called "vulnerabilities". There have been a few situations where others think they have hidden their secrets from me but...well, it's like watching a puppy trying to hide a bone, but the bone is far far bigger than the puppy. I just want to take the bone and say, "Here, give it to me and I'll hide it for you!"

Then again there are so many things in my own life that I think are hidden from others. It's utterly ridiculous problems and quirks and eventually I just give up and let them out. So I suppose when it concerns myself I have trouble hiding most things. When it is someone else's secret the world will never know. Odd tisn't it?

I've had a lovely past two days. Last night was a reunion for all the graduates of Life Teen. Tres fun!

Then today we did some more pick-up scenes for Bearskin. Namely inbetween stuff and the hammering of the "Wanted" sign. I dressed up in Em's wine/blood red bodice, my white peasant/pirate blouse, black skirt and the sweet brown apron. Whee! I was such a hobbit, it was lovely!! We did some shots at the Grist Mill and then drove into Boston for shots in the Common, the graveyard by the Common, and in the Gardens.
Yet another odd note is that I felt incredibly comfortable in costume while we were in Boston. Even at the Grist Mill I was more comfortable than if we were filming in Marlborough. A man can't be a film actor in his own home. Yeah, bad mixed up quotations...whatever

Lizzie called this evening which was a short, if unexpected pleasure (seeing as Em and I were on our way out to ice cream with Jill). Tra-la-la, can't wait for my Lizzie phone call fix over the weekend!!

Had a lovely time with Jill. We have the oddest and deepest conversations sometimes. For instance this morning she emailed me asking my opinions on the Gay Rights issue. I think my responce was about two pages long. It really got me thinking though about how wonderful sex is. Who would have thought that such a weird act could be so pleasurable? And what about the result of sex? Something so weird and so pleasurable results in mini people! Dude, I can't wait till I'm married. God, why did you create us such horny people?! (Well, I suppose if we weren't horny then the world would not be peopled. Hmmm...this could be a problem. Oh wait, it already is!)

When we talk on the phone and in person our conversation ranges between being fangirls to hot guys, Irish accents, literary endeavors to women liberation and its effects or lack there of through the age to respect and degredation of the sexes to various weaponry and the best way to kill a person. Oh, I love my Squishy!