Murphy's Law......

The past twenty-four hours have been a very bizarre confluence of uncanny events, and I am beginning to wonder if 'Murphy's Law' was named after me. Not only was I born during one of the worst blizzards to ever hit Springfield, Massachusetts....I have been 'blessed' or (cursed) with crazy curly red-hair (othwerwise known as an afro, and when it is straightened I resemble a pine-apple or a palm tree), my parents named me 'Kateri' which sounds more like a food service than an actual name......I am a lefty and a ridiculous klutz, I have survived two frightening near-death experiences.....and when I say near-death, I mean getting impaled with an 8 inch piece of glass through my stomach as a kid, and then a few years back, getting run over on rollerblades by a Lincoln town car in New York City, which was speeding at upwards of 50 mph....not to mention the time when I was 8, whilst attempting to get milk and eggs for my mom at the local convenience store, an oblivious lady squished me between her car and my mom's car in the parking lot....,,yet I still had to perform my ballet recital with a ridiculously-looking leg brace the following week.....anyways, I am currently wicked busy finishing my second year of law school in Los Angeles, as well as pursuing my acting career. On Friday I was in court fighting a traffic ticket, and the judge asked me if my name was a typo......I usually get asked if I made up my name.....hmmmmm.....if I was going to get creative and make-up a name, it would be something more like 'Hollaindaise sauce' or 'yo mama.' Anyways, fast forward to today, where I have been preparing to film a hilarious pilot tomorrow called Venice Beach Sushi, where I play a transsexual named Jamie.....yes, that's right....I have an odd talent of being able to talk like a gay male.....and no, I am not secretly a hermaphrodite.....so, since I was attempting to be a dedicated, diligent actress, I went to the beach to cure myself of my transparent skin tone.....well, due to my harrowing week of studying for law school finals, I haphazardly fell sound asleep......I was under the erroneous impression that I was a Day Walker who could withstand the brutal, penetrating solar rays......however, I was literally, very sorely mistaken.....a lobster is pale in comparison to my uncomfortably burning crimson skin color.......as I awoke from my tranquil nap, I tried to shake the dirty sand that was stuck to my lime green bikini, and head over to West Hollywood to see my hair stylist for tomorrow's film shoot.......as I am contently listening to classical music on the way over, the red light in my car goes off, my car starts sputtering freaky sounds, and then it dies in the middle of an extremely busy intersection.....that was a nt so fun experience to say the least....so I feebly attempted to re-start Old Nelly, and the brakes go out and I almost crash into a Mercedes, but luckily, I was able to maneuver my PMS'ing car into a meter......then I had to walk over a mile in the scorching, sweltering heat, to the hair salon......after getting my 'hair did,' AAA came to tow my car.......as we're driving to take my over-heated car to the mechanic, the tow truck breaks down........at this point, I thought this was 'Candid Camera,'......oops, I am dating myself (literally), I mean "Punk'd"........so the poor tow-truck driver felt really bad, but I was at least able to drop off my car......however, I then had to walk another mile home with a very heavy backpack on my sun-burned skin.....and let's just say, not even a whole tube of aloe can assuage the agony right now.....well, that has been my last 24 hours, and I must retire to the bed-chambers with hopes of a somnolent slumber, since my call time is the crack of dawn......hopefully, tomorrow will be more fruitful....after-all. I am the carrot top playing a 'fruit' so to speak :) The Mistaken Day-Walker