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Ron

Ron's so Big, He Should be in the Movies

About 2 months ago, Jasmine received a phone call from her agent urging her to make a trip to Charlotte, NC for a casting call. The call was for Will Farrell's new movie, which is a comedy about an up-and-coming NASCAR driver. The movie was slated to begin production in September. I agreed to drive Jasmine up there, and tag along. We arrived in Charlotte right at 4pm, with the doors closing at 5. She forgot her comp card, and I happened to be using one as a bookmark in my new Harry Potter book. Of course I didn't have a picture of me, and Jasmine doesn't have one (even though I have one of her in MY wallet), so I was just going to stand in the long long long line with her. They were offering polaroids to be taken for $5 for people who didn't bring pics with them, but I didn't really think much of it. I was more excited for Jasmine then myself. After standing in line for about 20 minutes, I decided I needed to use the little boys room, and after finishing my business there, I decided to spend the $5 and get my picture done. I filled out the form and paid the man the money, but my Polaroid came out blurry and fuzzy. "Great" I thought to myself, "I'm sure they're going to pick me with a horrible picture like that." So already having paid $5 so far, I decided I might as well spend another $5 to get a good one done. I went back up to the guy and showed him my picture, and he laughed and took another one for me, free of charge. I walked back to Jasmine, grinning and clutching my el cheap-o Polaroid and info sheet. She laughed and said, "I had a feeling you were going to do that!". Standing in line, there were hundreds of people; big and small, some with professional photographs, some with home pictures, some with the same crude Polaroid like mine. Jasmine then remarked, "How funny would it be if they picked you and not me?!". She's done lots of professional modeling jobs, flown to big cities just for modeling. Not l'il ole me! Ha, I made the newspaper a bunch of times, but nothing big.
Fast forward to today, on the way home from school I saw that I had a voicemail from a 704 number. "Who do I know from 704?" I asked Jasmine. I listened to the voicemail, and it was none other than the casting director from the Will Farrell movie. They picked me to be in the movie, and want me to be in Charlotte next week from Tuesday to Thursday as an extra. How exciting!
It couldn't have come at a worse time, however. I have class now, and have a quiz next Thursday and a major test Friday. All of my classes take attendance, so time missed counts against me. The biggest hurdle, however is work. I've had to miss some time because I've been sick as a dog, and had major tests to study for. Next week is also the end of the month, which means inventory. All of my work has to be caught up, and missing 3 days would be a lot to ask.
So we'll see, and maybe someday soon you'll see Ron on the big screen, making his Hollywood debut!!!

It's always great to see how people meander onto my webpage. This one has to be by far the best. Someone typed "clemson haters" into MSN search. www.RonWertz.com is number 7. On the first page none-the-less. That's funny to me. I tried yahoo and google, but my page didn't come up in the first 12 pages. Oh well. If you can reach just one person....

South Carolina football makes me upset.

This is about as public a forum as it gets for me. It may only be Justin that reads this, as I know that not one single member of my family or "friends" ever bothers to look. Something has been bugging me, and this is how I am going to say my piece.

I'm tired of being the scape goat. It seems unavoidable that everyone that's "supposed" to be my friends is always happier when they make up some ridiculous excuse to be mad at me. It's as if that's the only thing that can hold them together. I hang out for 2 days, and I'm automatically guilty. The thing that makes me the most upset is that not one of them has the testicular fortitude to say something to me about it. They stick Jasmine in the middle. You want to accuse me of something and bitch and moan about it, then come to my face. No one bothered to listen to what I had to say; and if they really thought about it, it'd be preposterous to think that I did what they said. The truth is, I wouldn't have. Only days prior, I saved someone's car from being towed, and that's what I get in return. I've bent over backwards for these people, and this is what I get.

I'm done trying with people that don't care.
And with this, my allegiance is broken.