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Got a great client review today!

I called my landlord this morning and had to leave a voicemail *sigh*

Basically I just asked if I could pay off my debt $1000 at a time and still have a place to live. It’s been 4 hours and still no call back. Should I be worried? Yeah… I thought so.

In other news! I just recently had an uber satisfied client send me a really sweet message this morning about a project I did for him. I am a voice over artist, well… I recently stumbled into it without any training at all so I’m not sure if I can actually call myself that just yet.. but anyway, here is what he had to say:

Allyson, your last audio file was perfect! Your voice conveyed both the “serious” and “sales pitch” messages I wanted conveyed with the narration.

As a former on-air reporter at ABC, I’m going to pay you an additional complement. I gave you a one-minute script and you returned an audio file that was exactly one minute in length. This is a difficult task to achieve for even the most seasoned broadcasters (I know because I’m a former seasoned broadcaster). ūüôā

great job!

Man that is so great to read! Because I’d have never seen myself getting paid to read in a million years. Once I started, though, I always thought “wow I suck at this” but at the end of the day, it doesn’t always really matter what I think of my work, it’s what the client thinks, right? RIGHT!

I started writing a post talking ALL about my voice over gig but I’m not even sure I want to post it anymore, I’m so depressed about my current living situation *sigh* Let me not get into it, I really wanted to end this on a positive note. So here we go!



I’m In The Blogosphere, WHAT!?

Hey! Check me out! I just started a blog and I’m already talking to myself! How awesome is that?!

Don’t really know how this whole blogosphere thing works, but that’s okay, because if I knew everything already I’d either be extremely bored, or extremely rich. So just incase the later actually happens and I become internet famous ¬†and my head inflates to the size of a good year blimp, here are a few things to embarrass me and put me back in place.

My name is Allyson Michelle, I am an immature 24 year old and I used to pee myself every other day in elementary school….. Hooray for urinary incontinence *Le Gasp* I know a few big words!

I love to sing and play guitar but I am too¬†embarrassed¬†to sing infront of people in person for fear that I might actually suck really bad. Really, my stage fright is so bad, that I haven’t even stepped a foot into this jazz club, that i’ve been living above for over 2 years now. You never know, the lead singer might choke on their own spit, causing a sudden coughing fit so bad that they lose their voice¬†subsequently¬†retiring them for the rest of the night… But alas, the show must go on! “Is there anyone here who can sing?” *cue the spotlight on my face*

I live in what I like to call an Organized Mess, which basically means I have shit everywhere but I know exactly where every piece of shit is. So let’s say I wake up late for my¬†fictitious¬†place of employment, and I need to brush my hair before heading out with a travel toothbrush and 5 hour energy, I’ll know that my brush is in the second drawer of my dresser since I accidentally knocked it in there the day before, banishing it from it’s legal place of residence (aka the top of my dresser), and forgetting to take it out because my reason for knocking it over in the first place was because I was in a hurry to catch my favorite show, or maybe it was to rush to the bathroom… Either way! The moral of this story is that you are awesome for reading this far into my madness.

There will be more to come, assuming I don’t forget about this blog entirely.¬†Seriously, knowing me, I’ll forget my password and get distracted by a stupid video on yahoo’s front page, thus resulting in me going to youtube for another video and spending 5 hours stuck there, clicking related links that actually aren’t related at all, and getting to that weird part of youtube, you know the one where people eat their own scabs, or pop their own pimples, or have babies… *shudder* ALL instead of logging into my email to just simply reset my password…

Yeah, that probably won’t happen. Oh who am I kidding, it just did last week.