Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

Try to leave me after you've seen me dressed like this...

Looking indescribably sexy while in costume on my last day of filming! I know that if Justin Timberlake saw me looking like this, he'd say, "Damn, girl, you're so fine!"
I finished up filming last Wednesday. Geoff drove me to and from the location, which was 1 hour away from where we live. He said that that was my Valentine's Day present, and seeing as he woke up at 4am to get me there, I said, "Okay." But it's Tiffany's next time, people! No excuses! No excuses!

I was pretty worried about my last day of filming for my movie. All of the actors playing school kids (around 7 of us) hadn't been on set for a whole month. I was worried that my body might have forgotten how to swim. Plus, I was still sick. But it all went well, and I even managed to get through the scenes where I had to tread water while fully clothed in pink pyjamas. All of us actors were also getting along better than last time...we weren't as tired or grumpy anymore. So now that I don't have to worry about fitting into a geeky swimming costume, I'm back to my usual donuts and chocolate. It's nice not having to dash off to the pool to practice swimming all the time, too. It's so strange to think that we've been working on this movie since October- from my first audition till that last day. I was worried that I'd be all despondent once the film had wrapped...you know, I thought I'd get all Sunset Boulevard. But as soon as I changed out of my school uniform (wait till you see my netball skirt!) and into my normal clothes, I felt a great sense of relief. As much as I have loved living my movie-star dream, the whole experience has also been very intense and stressful. I was constantly worried that I would get kicked off the film for all of these different reasons...for my acting, my swimming, even my tan! So it's nice to finish up and know that I did the best that I could. I guess now I will just sit tight and wait for the movie to come out. And don't you worry, I will definitely warn you guys when the movie is released!

The wrap party for the movie is on this Saturday night, but I don't know if I will go. I don't get on that well with many people in the cast- I get paid out a lot for being a Christian, and all of the things that Christians don't do (i.e. get drunk, have sex, watch porn, do drugs). The truth is that I know a lot of Christians who have done all of the above, but still love Jesus with all of their hearts. Christians stuff up and muck around just as much as anyone else. I guess the main difference is that our relationship with Jesus is like a little light inside of us that gives us hope, guidance, truth and many other wonderful things. It's like, whether you are wearing stilettos, sneakers or you've lost your shoes at the party, if you follow Jesus, you can still see His path for you as you walk. I'm not saying that we can just do whatever we want because God will love us anyway. What I'm saying is that, even though we can behave atrociously, God loves us enough to forgive us and give us the opportunity to learn from our own mistakes. Anyway, a few of the actors in the movie are hoping to get me drunk for the first time in my life. And so, methinks that I might just get an early night instead.

Speaking of drugs, I look like a bit of a junkie at the moment, because I had to have another blood test. I've got this weird puncture mark and bruise in the crook of my right arm from where the pathologist poked me with the needle. I went to see the doctor again on Friday, and before he'd even told me what was wrong, he started to bellow into the telephone: "I would like to discuss Carla. Mmmm. Yes. So she's a bit low in that. Iron's down, too. She'll need an APM, also a...what? A PKL? Yes? All right, she's four four point two nine...no, sorry, four NINE point two nine. Yes, thank you. I'll send her right away." Please note, of course, that all medical jargon here has been approximated. I studied design at uni, people, not rocket science. Anyway, I got so freaked out that as soon as the doctor hung up the phone, I blurted out, "Am I going to be okay? I'm not going to die or anything, am I?" He then looked at me for a long time over his bifocals and said, "No, you're quite fine. You're not going to die." It turns out that my blood test showed that my body isn't good at fighting off viruses and colds. So I got punctured again and now I have to go back to the doc tomorrow to get more information.

Lots of people know that I am a big fan of Britney Spears, and that I'm open about my fandom, too. I didn't always love Britney- when her music first came out, I was smack-bang in an alternative-music-antifashion phase. I hated any music that didn't use real instruments. But when I hit uni, I started to really, really like Britney. I loved the innocence and blatant pop sounds of her first album. I loved the cheesy lyrics and her red catsuit of the Oops, I Did it Again! album. I danced along to The Neptunes' beats in her Britney album (the one that had Boys and I'm a Slave 4 U). Heck, I can even justify her cover of the Rolling Stones' (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction by saying that I like its irony. My sister once told me that whenever she had her iPod on shuffle and a Britney song came on, she'd immediately feel good. And I felt the same way for a long time. I adored all of Britney's crazy contradictions- her innocence and sexiness, her naivety and her millions, her overly-produced songs that hit number one on the charts. And whenever I listened to her songs, I'd feel this weird combination of empowerment, youth, aggression and femininity. But, about a month ago, I deleted Britney's music from my MP3 player. And, quite embarrassingly, it's not because I have stopped liking her music. It's because I'm finding it hard to like her as a person anymore. Britney is the same age as me, and because of this, I have always watched her a little bit more closely than other celebrities. I feel connected to her in some way. And so it saddens me to see her kind of...lose it. I can't respect someone who knowingly flashes her private parts at cameras. Those photos of her shaving her head disturbed me. I hate reading about her vomiting over herself. I kind of feel like Britney represents a part of myself and so many other women- that part that is eternally young and girly and enthusiastic and a bit daring. That part that has so much hope and promise and mystery..."what will she grow up to be like?" So it's sad to see what's happened to Britney, and how she is choosing to live her life. But, that said, I will totally be cheering if Britney can make a good, clean and sustained comeback. I think she deserves another chance. It makes me sad that she was built up into such a big star at such a tender age, and now, the people who made her (ie. the entertainment industry, the media, etc) are pointing their fingers at her and saying, "Ha ha, look what happened to you!" It's kind of like she was this big experiment...like, what will happen if we dress this little girl up and give her everything she could ever want? Will she be happy? Will she be normal? Will she still be beautiful after 10 years? Anyway, I do think that Britney still looks pretty, even without her hair.

Okay, it's bed time for me! Oh, a little reminder: keep an eye on Bondi Rescue this season, because I am going to be on an episode! No, I don't get rescued, in case you were wondering! One of the guys in the movie is also a lifeguard at Bondi, so the film crew came to the set one day and filmed us. The lifeguard and I do a re-enactment of a scene we have in the movie. It'll be funny! We've had 3 episodes in screened in Sydney so far, and I haven't been on it yet...so what are you waiting for?

Lala xxx