700 Dollars Lighter

Well, all end all, it's been a good couple of days. I only made it into one one-act, apparently, but I'm very happy with the one I got into. The director is this really, super chill girl named Natalie. I get to play a part I've always wanted to... I'm Lucifer. And not just some stupid "Oooo... I'm the devil!" kinda Lucifer, but a thinking, original character. I feel bad for my friends... I honestly think that about 75% of my conversation contribution since has been me being excited about this. It'll be a good show, trust me.

Wow. It's... My thoughts are scattered right now. I spent a really nice night with Lori, yesterday, having hot chocolate and tea. I'm just... Really happy that we can talk again. Hearing people talk about losing their person to talk to, I can relate. When I lost her, that was just a bad time. You can't take that out of your life. It's not acceptable. Everyone needs someone they can be just... Blatantly honest with, you know? That person you know you could say anything to, complain, or share joy with. That's who she is for me. I mean, yeah, perhaps I can't tell her Anything, but, I know that if I had to share it all with someone, I could trust her with that. It's really nice to have that back.

In other news, I just dropped 700 dollars on my car. Grah. Are you kidding me? But, I just can't be mad about it. It's what had to be done, right? If it had to be done, what use is there being ridiculous about it? Plus, now I don't have to worry half as much about it. Just kinda makes my plans alittle harder. I think I'll be borrowing money again by the end of the semester. Or, maybe I can do it. If I work, alot. But I don't want to think about this! I can't wait for rehearsals to start! And hanging out with these kids. They seem pretty legit. I like the director, having Kevin (This dude from my acting class) around is awesome. Argh! Want! And, I just got friended on facebook by a director that didn't choose me? Haha, well, I liked her, so... I'm glad she did. Amused, though. Takes a bold person to do that. Anyhow! This is all you get, thus far! And I apologize for the lack of truly, deeply mindful posts. They'll happen. Just not alot of time.

Fragile Art,
"I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages."

Callbacks.

It's gonna be a good semester. 4 call backs. (Three that I knew of.) Three accepted. (Don't have an English accent, and don't wanna deal with that.) Three callbacks Rocked, if I do say so myself. This is my semester. I'm going to be in all of them, mark my words. Just mark them.

Auditions!

Welp, there it is. Auditions were today. Good times. I Was, sorta kinda, studying for my Cognition test (Sorta Kinda being defined as "Four fifths off topic, one fifth actual study") when my phone reminded me that I had auditions tonight. Oy. Ran across campus, only to find that I was intelligent! And had set me phone to warn me hours in advance. Yay, past me, for thinking better than present me. But, I've found that that continues to be the case. Anyhow, I digress. I ran across campus, and, huffing and puffing, began to fill out my audition form.

Can I say that, my gosh, what a long time it's been since I've had the jitters? My hand was shaking so much that I didn't trust it to sign for me, and instead opted to write out my acting history on the back before even making an attempt. Heh... I don't miss that part soo much. But... I'm so used to TOST at this point, yes? I haven't auditioned in front of strangers in a while now. These were all people I'd never even met before, and I felt like such a novice. But, I like to think I did well enough to get me into a one act. I... may have been a little more stiff than I expected out of myself, but I've always been a weak auditioner. It's the one thing that worries me. Given alittle time, and I promise, I'll be able to handle my role on par with, or better than, anyone else. But that first run through, ugh, that's the killer. I was that way with Tost, but they all know what I can do now, so, it's almost too easy. I... get respect. It's weird how it feels to recognize it. I think I'll grow to like ti more, once I get passed the shock. 

I saw a couple people there that drew forth different reactions. A certain Matt allowed me to prove once again that you can be perfectly civil with someone you don't respect. Even friendly, close. But, I'll never get passed someone accepting roles, and then never showing up, or even casting out a courtesy e-mail to let the director know what's up. That's just rude, and shows a lack or professionalism. But not just that. I lied. It shows something deeper. You don't want anyone that has to Learn that lesson through life. You want someone that already Knows that that isn't acceptable. Beh. Heh. And the girl that thought I was gay (admittedly through some badly chosen words and phrases on my part) was there, but of course she would be. She's the only reason I actually might accept the chance at tech work, if I don't get cast... She was the SM, I believe, for other shows, and if she decides to do that again, I'd like to work with her. Tyler was there too... great actor, I always try to tell him how much I appreciate his craft after a show, but I fear that I'm just someone annoying. Ah well. I like it when people do that. Hopefully he does as well.

Annnyhow, I should be getting around to writing those 500 words for class. Let's see how that comes out.

Fragile Art,

“1) She doesn't get eaten by the eel at this time. 2) WHAT!? 1) I'm explaining to you because you look nervous. 1)I'm not nervous. Well, maybe I was a bit...concerned but that's not the same thing.”

Riot Act

So, today Rick, my theatre professor, dragged me and Ryan (I'm going to use names you may not know of. Accept it. We'll move on.) aside. Oy. It's not that I mean to miss the class. It's a matter of things simply coming up, or... Yeah. Being lazy. But that class is literally the only one I care about this semester. Doesn't that kill? My Psych classes mean nothing to me, and sociology is even Farther down the list than that. I'm so ready to get out of here, I really am.

It's the friends that keep me around though, for this one last semester of limbo. One more, and then I'll deal with working towards life. !!! Argh! That's so exciting! I know that I'm ready, that I can handle anything the rears it's ugly head. Even if I can't, I've got my friends, I've got Erick who professes to be interested in tagging along for the ride. Even if he doesn't, though... How romantic of an idea is this? Moving across the country, setting up shop without a fallback, and just... Auditioning? Making it work. Taking crappy jobs to maintain while I look for real work. That's what life is about!

Auditioning... Speaking of that, Tost auditions are coming up, and I just signed up to do a cold reading for Waller one-acts. Not super concerned about either, though. Just something to keep the rust off, and keep my practice up. Only one Tost show is at all interesting, so, I feel bad for anyone coming to see them, but if I get the role I want (And damn it, I will), trust me.... it'll be worth the three others. Parker seems like just... Such a difficult character. So many subtle nuances that have to be realized, it reminds me alot of the play I directed. I would have loved to actually have played a part in it, but directing it was an experience all it's own, so I think it was more than totally worth missing out. Feh... If my male lead would have just enjoyed the Publish Postrole more, I know it could have really been something. Alas, not everyone is like me, I guess. There's something wonderful about a two person play, though! The energy that you Have to have, the interaction speed... You have to be willing to take on alot of pressure. There is no leeway for mistakes when it comes to that sort of play. Either you make the audience believe they're privy to a very private exchange between two people, or it's all for naught. Give me Parker, and trust me, one half of Change on the Table is secured.

Enough for now! I've got cleaning to do. Apparently Tay is throwing a party tonight. Haha, awesome life.

Fragile Art,
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."

... Wow. Creepy.

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So, this is what I find when I do that stupid "Check what your name means on urbandictionary!" Wow. Mostly because I Just became single again, after initiating a breakup. Just crazy.

Rite of Passage

It really has been a long time since I've used this sort of thing, a blog, for anything other than venting emotion. Jeez... Maybe as far back as Xanga, actually, and we all know that was in the bygone years of lore. I'm excited, though, because I think this is promising.

Like I said, I have been posting things up into the interwub, but that's more of a "This isn't for just anyones eyes" sorta thing. In fact, it wasn't meant for Anyones, though I did eventually cave to a friend, and another found it herself... beh. What a weird, naked experience that was. Anyhow, here, it'll be a public thing.

I've been growling about college alot, lately. I hate the rite of passage it's become. We've all complained about how much of a business it is now (Every school would love to become a college... Who wouldn't want that sort of money flowing in annually? Jesus.) and this is not at all an original complaint, but I don't care. I'm here for the experience. I think that's what we're really supposed to be here for, not the years of a reality bubble followed by years of financial backlash. I'm probably not getting the degree I came here for, but that's life! I don't need it anymore. It'd be nice, but I don't need a fallback. I know what I want, and I think I know how I'm going to go about it. No matter what, I know I've got what it takes to handle the journey it'll require. I honestly can't wait to get started, pay off these stupid loans and then move on, into the world. Seattle, and it's theatre scene, won't know what hit it.

I've just had enough of it, living like I owe anyone anything. I was born an accident, and I sort of assume I'll go out in an interesting one (Hopefully something my friends will laugh about). This is my life, right? And I only get what, one? Well then, hot damn! What am I waiting for?

Fragile Art,
"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser."