lola new york

I’m restless, I’m anxious, I’m older than I am
All the lives we think we lead seem so much better than
the truth we’d be left with if we sat at home alone
but we dont want to think about it so let’s drink and get stoned

We’re reaching for something that isn’t there
we’re playing with people who just don’t care
we smile and we laugh and we pour ourselves a drink
so we won’t feel so lonely and force ourselves to think

We’re happy, we think, but still it drives us mad
the money, fame, and love is all i wish i had
the life is beautiful on the outside but take a second look
were going out of our minds

Let me introduce myself as Leven, “Levlita”; Actress/LOLA fan. When I met the fantastical Emmett Shine, I was immediately captivated by his creativity, charm, and spirit. I proceeded to lure him into a round-the-clock, mostly drunken, passionate blackberry messenger affair that I have somehow managed to prolong until this day.

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When I was recently unexpectedly plucked from a visit in Houston to go to LA to film a new television series for the CW, I was excited (natch) but semi-terrified. I have only worked as an actress in New York City, where I find myself to be in the minority (in the “actor” population) as a busty blonde with a dry sense of humor and Converse sneakers. Thankfully, I had Emmett to keep me company via “BBM” and plenty of debauched, eager friends to keep me entertained while not slaving away on set in the middle of nowhere in Hawthorne, California with my mama in a trailer.

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While staying at the new, offensively hip n’ happening, unfinished hotel, The Thompson” I held many a hotel room party catered by a scant mini-bar and some pharamacy-bought protein bars. All my thanks to: the amazing, cuddly Brent Weber for spooning me whilst watching Katherine Heigl movies, Cade Hudson for being a rampant neanderthal with an unquenchable appetite for vodkaredbulls, Little B. Hilton for being wiley, down for anything, and showing me just how versatile hotel balconies can be.

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I would also like to thank Constantine Maroulis for keeping me alert and from fading into delirium on-set in the 99 degree heat. Also, Nicholai H., thank you for throwing such an amazing house party and to Jon Alagem for keeping the partygoers in Nicky’s backyard from causing overwhelming noise pollution. Hunter Parrish deserves a warm thank you for unwillingly climbing/posing in a large piece of construction machinery and proceeding to get covered in nearly-unremovable grease. And an enormous thank you to Leah Pepper for hosting my unofficial last-night-in-LA party in her hotel room sponsored by Johnny’s Pizzeria and the troupe of underage partygoers Barron stampeded the room with. Thanks for making my work-oriented trip to LA so counterproductive! I love you all!

Already back in New York… ; )

La, I barely knew thee!!!

xoxo

Levlita

guest columnist this week

-LOLA

Scene still from Spike Jonze’s upcoming “Where the Wild Things Are”