My sister did a small role in a movie. Nothing major- she basically played herself. Get this- she got a nomination for “Worst Bit Part of the Year”! How funny is that??? At first, Danni was pretty insulted, but then she chilled out & I got her to see that it was really funny that she got this “nomination”. I think she may even show up at the award show & if she “wins”- she has the funniest speech planned. Yeah- this is one of those things that makes me really proud of my sister- she doesn’t take her fame so seriously that she can’t laugh at herself every now & then.
I came across a girl online today who has the exact same name is me! The funniest part of all is how alike we are. This other Samantha Sue Devine also likes horses & books. How freaky is that? I’ve heard that everybody has a “double” somewhere out in the world- a person who looks just like us- and thought that was rather nutty- but hey… if someone can have the exact same name & similar interests- why not a parallel face? I wonder if the person out there who looks like me feels the same way about “our” face? it’s not a bad face, but my/our nose does look kind of like a baked potato.
Since my sister is so famous, I see lots of girls trying to look like Danni- but that’s different. I’ll never understand that. Why would you want to look like anyone other than yourself? You are who you are- right? You can be a better you (exercising, not eating junk, laying off the soda, …) but to try & be some other person- that seems so silly to me. Besides, just because I try and wear the same jeans as Beyonce, it sure doesn’t mean I’m going to fill them out the same way she does (I seriously have no behind what-so-ever- but the only time it ever bothers me when I sit in the saddle too long & my butt-bones get all sore).
Sam
Urgh.
I try really super hard to take life as it comes but Mondays really can be a challenge.
My sis did a cool show Saturday night & we spent Sunday just chillin’ around the house like normal people. It was so awesome. Now it’s Monday & Dani is racing off to the studio to cut some new tracks & Mom is busy with meetings & Robert is … you know… here (which is enough to ruin anyone’s day).
School is fine. It’s not that I don’t like it- it just is what it is. The best thing about school is getting to see Olga. I’m seriously lucky to have her for my best friend (and I’m not just saying that cause I know she reads this blog- lol).
Man, boring post today. Sorry about that.
Oh- here’s one good thing about Mondays- even our TV crew finds them tough. I got off to school today without Michi or Lou sneaking around me. Guess they both slept in- good for them & great for me!
Sam
I got a quick lesson in not judging a book by its cover.
Last night I got dragged out to a fancy party for some other pop star- a friend of my sister- who has this new perfume. I felt totally out of place and tried to hang out in a corner near the food (they had really good little finger foods). I guess I was doing a great job of not making myself too visible because some super tall lady actually stepped on me! I cried out- more in surprise than in pain- although her high heel really did pinch my big toe.
Anyway, this tall lady just stared at me. I thought it was terribly snobby of her not to apologize and sneaked away to the bathroom feeling as if I’d been doubly dumped-on. A couple of minutes later this same tall lady came into the restroom. When she saw me, she came over and in the softest voice I’d ever heard, she told me over and over again how super sorry she was to have stepped on my foot. I told her a billion times it was okay, but she looked as if she was going to bust out crying.
On the way home, I told my mom and sister about what all had happened and my sister’s eye’s practically bugged out of her head. Turns out the lady I thought was rude and snobby is famous for not only being beautiful (she’s a former model), but she is world-class painfully shy and never speaks to anybody at any of these kinds of events. That made me feel really foolish- here I’d been thinking the lady was a total snob- when she was just super uncomfortable and probably stepped on my foot trying to get into that corner where no one would bother her- exactly as I was trying to do.
Next time something like this happens, I’ll try really hard not to be so quick to rush to judgment on a person… maybe then people won’t be so quick to make judgment calls on me. Maybe? Please???
Remember my last blog post where I mentioned how badly I wanted to take a nap- yeah- it ended up being because I was getting all super sick – again. URGH!!!!!
I’m not one of those people who loves getting sick to stay home & watch TV all day. I’m more of the gross, disgusting, smelly, greasy-hair, human-fart-machine kind of sick person.
Lovely- I know.
But still, when you are sick- that’s just it- YOU ARE SICK and people should leave you alone to be vile & miserable without an audience. Nope- not in my world.
My sister’s _________ agent (leaving that blank for you to fill in with your own adjective in case Mr. R sends a snoop out to Google his name again & see if he can sue anyone for saying/writing something awful about him) (still don’t know how you can sue if it’s true- but not in the mood to find out personally) came into my room WHILE I WAS SICK and wanted me to do a phone interview for a kid’s magazine on my life as the little sister of a pop star.
Hello? How can anyone be so dense?? There was used tissue all over my room, half-eaten bowls of soup everywhere, and I was so green & splotchy that I looked like a Halloween fright mask- and Rotten Robert lectures me about my responsibilities as the sister of a public figure.
Can you believe he kept taking to me and telling the people on the phone I’d be right with them even after I’d pulled the covers over my head???
Mom finally came in and kicked him out of my room (Yeah 4 Mom!).
And- seriously- I’m beyond over chicken soup.
Now that I’m feeling better- bring on the chilli!
Here’s the thing- I really don’t like to sleep. It feels like wasted time- when I should be reading or writing or doing something.
However- it’s super early on a very cold, rainy Saturday morning and snuggling into my big bed with my wickedly comfy blanket & a snoozing the whole day away sounds beyond delicious. In fact, as soon as I post this, I’m going to do just that!
Does this mean I’m getting more mature? What kid would ever choose to spend a Saturday shnoodled in their bed? Yup, that’s me- getting more mature by the day… either that or I’m getting sick again.
(sigh)
Sam
After being in a reality show for a while now, you’d think I’d remember that any “problem” I mention gets “heard” by a gazillion people. I talked to my mom (and posted here on my blog) about my little tree problem & since then I’ve had a truck load of emails & comments (okay- not a real truck load- but you get the idea) from people telling me how to help my tree.
That’s both cool and freaky. I have to learn to watch what I say & do since so many people hear my words or read my thoughts. What’s going to happen when I have a really serious problem (like with a boy or a zit) and need to discuss it with my mom? Can I have those talks without it being on TV for Planet Earth to chime in???
Thanks for the advice everyone- but you can stop now. It’ll take me 200 years to go through all the tips & tricks everyone has sent in.
Sam
I planted a special tree (don’t ask- for a sad reason). Now, I’m awesome with animals- but plants? SOS!!! (or would it be SMT- Save My Tree?)! I’m doing everything I can to help the baby tree grow- but all the advice is just making it worse. Water it too much and the leaves will turn yellow. Don’t water it enough and the leaves will turn yellow. URGH! MY mom says I should just let the gardener take care of it- but it’s MY tree in memory of someone I love/miss. Seems pretty pathetic to “dump” it off on someone else just because I’m a doofus, but if things begin to look bad- I will suck it up and beg the gardener to help me help my tree. Do tree doctors make house calls? OH- I guess they’d HAVE to, wouldn’t they?
lol
Get this- my sister was filming a music video today. Now, outside the studio it was raining cats & dogs & bears & hogs & any other animal you can think of. The “scene” that took the longest to complete was my sister dancing in an “alley in the rain” (it was a special set in the corner of the sound stage. The problem- the engineers couldn’t get the “rain” to fall on the set because the overhead pipes were clogged.
I asked why they didn’t just step outside and film the scene in the real ally with the real rain. The director laughed at me and said, “We can’t shoot outside. That rain isn’t rainy enough.”
Yes- a grown-up actually said that… with a totally straight face.
(sigh)
It seems that the biggest thing around right now is food from a truck- not a box from some massive 18 wheeler- but food cooked in a small “kitchen on wheels”. My sister was going on and on about how awesome this is and how all the cool people are always hanging around these trucks, so today when I went with her to do an interview, I saw a couple of these “rolling roach coaches” outside the studio and thought I’d give it a chance.
The first one I tried was beyond awful! I waited in line for 30 minutes for the worst cupcake of my life! How do you mess up a cupcake? It’s a cake- in a little cup, right? This thing was as dry as a hunk of wood and the frosting was mushy and tasteless (frosting is basically butter & sugar- how can you go wrong with butter & sugar??)
Feeling like a doofus who’d wasted her time, money, & appetite on a stupid trend, I slunk over to the next truck, expecting more disappointment (why? I was there, I was still hungry, and I smelled vanilla coming from this other truck and no one can walk away from vanilla). EUREKA! I found heaven on wheels! French toast sticks! Serious yummage! Who thought of this? It’s genius! My BFF & I ate enough French toast sticks to build a ladder from here to Mars! The only bad thing was that the video crew tracked me down & got footage of me shoving French toasts sticks into my face (with syrup ooooooozzing down my chin) and my mom saw it and was… pleased (no) /proud (not quite) /peaved (BINGO!)
So, my official take on fancy-shmancy food trucks:
Cupcakes = meh!
French toast sticks = more!!!!!
I hear there is a grilled cheese truck out there that is off-the-charts! Grilled cheese? I have GOT to give that a try.
Sam