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I'm back in the great state of Texas. I think I was in the state for less than two minutes before I came screeching across traffic to stop at a Taco Cabana. Mmmm... burning. We ended up leaving town the night of the 7th, drove all night to arrive in Napa CA to visit KrisP, drank a lot of fine wine and toured the vineyard, then the next day went to San Francisco, did a little bit of shopping, got to see JoeyB, which was nice. The next two days were sort of a blur since we didn't really stop. We took shifts driving while the other slept until we got into San Antonio in the middle of the night. We left the next day to drive to Harlingen, then spent the next two nights on South Padre Island. It's been cool showing Andrea around Texas, I hope she has a better idea of all the things I used to brag about. She also got to see my father, and more importantly who I am around my father, which only certain people get to see and understand. It's an experience. And she hasn't run away screaming yet, so that's a good sign. I'm trying to take her to important/delicious places around San Antonio. So far we've been to Twin Sisters, La Fonda on Main, Taco Cabana, Jim's, and Candlelight. We've seen some friends. I'm only here for a little while longer. I leave the country on July 25th, Andrea leaves for Dallas (she's working on another round of Reality TV) on the 21st, so it's sort of a whirlwind. I'm trying to get ready for South Africa and be a good host at the same time, and spend some time with all of my friends and family at the same time.
Wow, it's raining really hard all of the sudden.
I didn't realize how much I missed Texas. There are certain things you just can't really put your finger on until you're back home and then something just hits you. I do like it here. I sure as hell missed the Mexican food. Sweet mother of all. My mom's put Andrea and I in different rooms, which kinda sucks. I miss going to sleep and waking up with her. I guess this is good practice though... :(
So I guess that was my "I'm in San Antonio now" update.
I'm putting together a book in which I take polaroids of my friends and then have them write me a note. I've done it for several of my Seattle/Tacoma friends, but would like to extend it to my San Antonio friends. So, friends, if you read this, please remind me to put you in the book, so I can remember you in South Africa.
Also, if you want to be on my email newsletter, respond to this post with the email address you'd like to include.
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[07 Jul 2005|03:46am] |
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This is just a quick note. I'm leaving tomorrow (hopefully and finally) to drive to San Antonio, from which I leave for South Africa on July 25th, pending a possible earlier journey to Philly to see my Seeester. I've created a new email, and a new journal, which have yet to be revealed. One of you knows, and, twould be best if it was kept that way for a while.
Wish luck.
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[03 Jul 2005|02:18am] |
| You Are 43% American |  America: You don't love it or want to leave it.
But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over.
On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead...
And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch! |
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I suppose I have a lot on which to update.
Last I left you I was about to leave for Port Angeles to work as a production assistant for a then unmentionable television show. Well, now that it's over I can divulge tidbits of information. The televistion show was Trading Spouses. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who would work for a reality television show, but it sure did pay well. I learned a bit about the 'biz as well. Most of what I did was pick up slack for other people, with a lot of down time, but there were some perks to the job. The first couple of days I worked with the art department, and they were pretty cool guys. I worked on the set, using colored tape to cover up wires and such, and also got to greek which I suppose gets its name from the saying "It's Greek to me," meaning that I used more tape and paint pens to make brands and logos indecipherable to television audiences. Sometimes I could be creative. And even though I sort of felt like I sold my soul to work in reality TV, I was somehow vindicated in that my job was to deface brand names and advertisements. It's interesting how much the house had to be altered for the show to be filmed. Artwork had to be removed and replaced, and several lights were installed, and plants put up to hide wires and lights. There was no scripting on Trading Spouses, though I learned that many of the other popular reality tv shows are largely scripted or rehearsed and reshot. There was a story department who were responsible for working with the cast and making things interesting. Carrion-like they hovered in front of the monitors waiting for blood. It was mildly revolting. I made some friends with some of the crew, and got some lighting stuff that the gaffer was going to throw away. Score for Adam's film-making aspirations. On the way out of town Andrea and I stopped at an ice cream place in Port Townsend and got some awesome chocolate bars. Overall it was a quality experience and a good resume builder.
Last weekend I was a camp counselor at Camp Erin, a bereavement camp for children who have suffered the loss of a close relative. It was a pretty intense experience. But I did get a harmonica.
Andrea needs the computer.
More later? Perhaps.
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[02 Jun 2005|11:35pm] |
a Man with No Name
You scored 8 Honor, 1 Justice, 9 Adventure, and 5 Individuality! |
It's one thing to be a gunslinger. It's another to wander into town, leave nothing but a trail of those who'd try your skill and take the town's gratitude and cash with you. Hero or villan? It's all in how you look at it and whose side you're on.
Cigar in your teeth and colt on your hip, you are ready to step into the hazy desert horizon. You'll do just fine. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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[02 Jun 2005|04:03pm] |
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Summer is here indeed.
Jeez. It seems like a lot has happened lately, I'm not really sure where to begin. Summer is here, Andrea's all moved in with me, which has been a learning experience.
I got a job.
A while back an email was sent to the university and distributed among the theatre majors about a job opening as a production assistant for a "production" in Port Angeles. Andrea and I both went up to Port Angeles, which is about two hours away, on Monday, and interviewed. I wore an orange and silver tie. We got a call back the next morning, and were both hired. We signed a nondisclosure agreement about what we are working on, because of the nature of the "production." So I've got a secret, y'all. The goodside is the pay is substantial. The downside is the fact that because we don't live in Port Angeles, we're going to have to stay in various hostel and hotel accomodations. There's some marathon that is happening and causing differnt hotels to be full. I think we're moving around like four or five times. But I'm pretty sure "production assistant" will look good on my resume. Wooo wee. Especially because I hope after a certain point, I will be able to say what production we are working on. Making a resume was an interesting experience. I hadn't done one since applying for college, and I had a lot of help with that one. And now I have a lot of different things to mention.
So, I'm leaving Tacoma for Port Angeles tomorrow night, and returning the night of the 13th. Then I'll be here for a while before leaving for the great beyond.
I'm finishing up the Angels DVDs, sorry to those who have been waiting, though I'm sure you'll be satisfied. Well, you'd better. A lot of love went into their making, though the fact that I had limited resources means they're all printed in black and white, some of them a little misaligned. Just hope you're not one of the random people that those go out to.
I started listening to all of the old electronic music I used to listen to back in the day. Right now I'm listening to Aphrodite. It's rocking my world. Time to make it go deeper, way past the point that blows holes in your speaker. Under and over, take it over and under. First you get the lightning and then you get the thunder.
I'm sure there were other things I was going to talk about here, but I'm not really sure.
My feelings are officially hurt, for Max has not called me, nor told me how to get a hold of him. I'm only going to be around for a little while longer before I go away for a long time. So call me fucker. If you want.
I'm really excited about moving in to the 7th & Lawrence apartment. I got to hang out in it for a little while yesterday with Helen. Who, by the way, rocks. She's got the cojones. That's right. Bolas grandes Y peludas. Anyway, the apartment is awesome. I kinda want to paint it. And I'm ridiculously excited about decorating it. And I even wonder why people question my heterosexuality.
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I made a new icon too. Cause I was feeling it.
I've been writing my portion of the script for the Round Robin. I'm excited.
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[18 May 2005|02:24pm] |
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[17 May 2005|03:18pm] |
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I have a bunch of tickets to see star wars at midnight on Wednesday night. I've kind of forgotten who I'd told I would get tickets for, so I got a bunch of extras. I have 18 tickets to Star wars at midnight, and So far, I think I have 13 takers. So, if I told you I'd get you a ticket, respond, so I can make sure I don't sell it to someone else. If I didn't tell you I'd get you a ticket, please feel free to buy one from me. If you know anyone who wants to buy one, please tell them that I'm their man.
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School's over.
I haven't updated here in a while. I've purchased myself an actual journal journal that I've been writing in, sort of negating the need to write here, more or less. I've seen a bunch of people do the "year in review" thing. I'm not going to do that. It's been too crazy a year.
I've opened the update journal page several times, written something or started to write something, and then I just get upset at myself for the things I feel like writing, so I close the window. I do the same thing with emails sometimes. There's a sort of internal argument in my body about how I'm supposed to feel about things. Well, I'm pretty sure how I feel, it's just whether I'm allowing myself, or something. I just need a break. How about spending the next six months in South Africa? Done.
My entire stage combat class got certified on Friday. Not many people really know what that is. Basically, now, if I were to put together a resume, I could list certification in basic stage combat under special skills. It means we're safe, and we know how to act physically. The adjudicator was from some primo stunt school, one of the best in the world. Some people hated him, but I thought he was awesome. I feel like a lot of the time acting teachers at UPS are too soft and easy, and at least for me, they haven't told me very much. I definately didn't learn any acting skills from Jac. Granted there were circumstances at play, but whenever we did anything, I got a "good job" and that was it, pretty much. The adjudicator just said it how it was, and I appreciated it. I need someone to be direct with me if I'm going to get any better. So yay. Certification.
The rest of everything is sort of rumbly bumbly lately. I don't even really want to type about it.
Later on this month me and some friends are doing a Round Robin film, where a director will write and shoot ten or so minutes of film, then pass it on to the next director who will do the same, culminating hopefully in a full length cohesive story. The lineup is Dashel, Me, Frank, Tim, Raz, Nik. Cast is still indefinite thus far. It's going to be a ride.
If I missed you before you left, I'm sorry, and I'm sure I'll miss you. To those that are still around, I"ll be here in tacoma until the end of June.
I sort of have this feeling in my belly that I had during parts of last summer. I don't like it. Not one bit. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
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I have the most intense possible craving to go to Taco Cabana right now. I'm pained.
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[08 May 2005|04:17pm] |
The Keys to Your Heart
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You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. |
In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. |
Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. |
In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. |
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Hello hello hello.
I'm back in town from Ithaca, New York. I flew up there with Andrea, Andrea's dad and his girlfriend. I don't remember the last time before this that I flew with anyone. As long as I can remember I've been flying by myself. Andrea too. So it was funny because they would try to do 'parent' type things like hold on to all the boarding passes and stuff. I stayed with Andrea and Kristen, her sister at her house, which has like 6 tenants. Kristen thoroughly cleaned all of the cat from the room that we stayed in, but I still kept myself loaded up on pills just in case. I met a lot of the extended family on Andrea's mom's side. Two aunts, an uncle, grandparents. I hope they liked me. The show Kristen was in was amazing. It was Our Country's Good. The program is a theatre conservatory, so of course the set and the actors were all incredible. I was particularly impressed with the dialect training that all of the actors had to have had to have their roles. I'm not used to having that kind of strictness in theatre. I mean, I made up the accent for Prior One in Angels in America last semester. At least it was consistent, I guess. And got some laughs. Adonai adonai. The show was good. I got to spend some good time with Andrea. Plane and car-ride time, which was largely her sleeping on my shoulder, but I still consider that good time. How I do love that girl. Well now I'm back and I'm faced with the obligations that I have to all of the other projects.
I'm producing/designing/directing a scene for my theatre survey class, a scene from Machinal. The first group went today in class. My group goes next Monday. I'm going to try to throw together a CD of 'sound design' or something. This is quite the learning experience. I'm getting to see what works and what doesn't without really having to risk too much. I wanted to direct a Town Crier next year, but I'll be abroad. Oh well. Anyway. Directing is fun. I feel like I'm basically trying to emulate the quality directors I've had in the past, but sometimes I'm afraid I'm giving them too specific notes.
There is a firm lump under the skin along the spot where the incision for my apendectomy is. I'm not sure what it is but it kinda hurts. Stupid appendectomy.
I'm still trying to find monologues for my acting class, but can't find something I like. I don't really want to do the romantic guy monologues, but they're just so damned easy.
I finally found a place to live for second semester next year. I'll be living where JoeyB lived a while back, and where Eric lives now. Awesome studio. I'm pumped.
This entry is largely stream of consciousness and procrastinatorial, but I feel better now. So thanks, good readers.
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[20 Apr 2005|04:39am] |
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Well oh well oh smell oh hell
I'm awake right now for unclear reasons. For a few too many days after surgery I was bizarrely depressed and sort of sad and lonely all the time. As inexplicable as that is what has replaced it, an equally unplacable passion and confident lust for life. The past day or two have been just great. I mean, any day could be better, but something just clicked and I feel good about things again. It's really refreshing. I think that's why I'm still awake. I just too much love everything to want to sleep. Although now I'm starting to get a little tired and I'm thinking it's time to go to bed. I've been sleeping at Andrea's for a couple of days now not only out of a desire to be with her (though her workload and busy schedule unfortunately do not currently include time for my passionate lifelust), but because of the eight staples that are holding my stomach together. It kind of feels like I had my stomach pierced eight times in a row. They're very sensitive and I have to wear my pants either really high or really low so the waist doesn't grate on the staples. Yow. They're pretty gnarly. I'm looking forward to the bitching scar I'm going to have.
Speaking of bitching scar and stomach piercing, I've been thinking about getting another piercing. I'm not sure what, it's kind of an impulse that's leading me to do it. Maybe I'll just dye my hair again. I think I'd like to go CRIMSON this time. A real regal bloody crimson. It could be awesome. I dyed my hair a sort of reddish color last summer and I think it suited me nice nuff.
Back to my wound. Because of it, I have missed three sessions of stage combat training in Acting 310, and it looks like I might not be able to take the test to get certified. My partner is Frank, my dear dear Frank, and he'll have to test with another partner. Which sucks, because Frank and I are really great together, I think. I went to class today and had to sit out and watch. I felt like a fat kid who has lots of painful cavities mouth and can't eat but who has to walk through the candy store with his rich skinny friends.
Speaking of stage combat, Jac the acting prof told me today that she thought I should take the combat portion of the class again next spring, and then apply for the paid TA position my senior year. I was flattered. She said I work hard and am very focused and would good to have around.
I spent a couple of hours today taking headshots of my boy Bugrex. I'd never shot headshots before, and thus didn't really know what I was doing. I got a couple of pointers from Andrea before I left, and we went out to a couple of places around Tacoma. Granted I shot a whole lot of pictures, some of them I think turned out pretty nice. I think he'll have some good headshots in there. I feel satisfied with my work as an artist. Since it was my first time shooting headshots I didn't have him pay me monetarily. We went to Outback Steakhouse, where I had an exceedingly uninteresting sandwich, though the Kookaburra wings were to die for. So, though I doubt there are any folks that have actually read this far, if there's anyone who wants headshots for cheap, you should ask me, since I'd love to get some more experience.
I submitted a piece of art to a student art contest and it was selected to be displayed in the basement of Jones. There are no cash prizes for it or anything, but I think having my art displayed in the lower level of the administrative building for the rest of the semester is pretty neat. You'll have to go see it! The other art contest, the one for the permanent Trimble installation, is not finished yet, and my piece of art is still up for judgment on that one. The top three prizes get 100$, though no part of me has any doubt that I will not be selected. I hold no qualms. Not to take my thunder away, but more to brag for her and for myself indirectly out of association, Andrea had two pieces selected for the Jones minigallery. :)
Yesterday I finished reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the book I was making sure to finish before the movie comes out, and I enjoyed it so much I went promptly to Borders and bought The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I'm only 70 or so pages into it. I'm going to try to read the rest of the "trilogy" eventually.
While at Borders I also purchased a little journal, which I hope to write in regularly. It will be good for me.
I think that's all I really have to say. It is absolutely time for bed now.
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Bobrouschenbergamerica went amasingly well, as did the cast party.
Tuesday I had my appendix removed. I got out of the hospital today, and am on a mostly liquid diet. Many people visited me in the hospital, and I thank them. We should watch movies at my house as I recover.
Andrea is awesome. Really awesome. I wish she had a cellphone.
That is all.
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A reminder to all of you in the Seattle/Tacoma area.
bobrauschenbergamerica, the senior theatre festival show that I'm in, opens tonight. Everyone who can come should come.
The show is at 7:30 tonight, 2:00 and 7:30 tomorrow. There is audience interaction, so be aware of the implications of sitting in the front row. Especially the rolling chairs. :)
I've recieved some pretty strong positive feedback about the show. I wasn't sure how people would like it, and I've been pretty self-critical about my work, but the reaction seems on a whole positive, so that means a lot. Jac, my acting teacher, was so positive it made me wish that I was going to be around for Romeo and Juliet. I've heard things about her pre-casting shows, which I generally find negative, but I've been trying to be one of the people she likes, cause that's just what you have to do, it seems. That seems rambly. Anyway, I think R&J would be fun. At least I'll be back for Kiss Me Kate. Blegh.
My dad's in town. He's coming to the show tonight. He asked me if I was going to kiss any more guys. He said something like "It seems like you do that a lot" or something like that. My mom's coming into town later this evening, and she's staying until Monday. I'm excited about that. Andrea got to spend some time with my dad and Claudia, his wife, for a while these past few days. They really like her. It's neat. They say they see what I see in her, and that she glistens. I tend to agree :) Hopefully she'll get to spend a little more time with my mom.
Today is Andrea's and my sixth monthiversarry. Happy happy to me. Andrea's in Portland presenting her thesis. I'm in her room writing a paper that was due on Tuesday. I got 45 minutes of sleep last night. I drank roughly 48 ounces of energy drink to stay awake, but I kinda just ended up stupid awake and pretty worthless. Such is life. Well, I'm going to try and finish my paper real quick so I can email it off, get some food, and sleep until it's time to perform.
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I'm supposed to have written a five page paper that was due in the class that started 45 minutes ago. I woke up with a discomfort in my throat that is, well, discomforting, and thus have decided to hide myself away and drink lots of fluids and vitamins. I remembered today that I am supposed to register for classes here in case I don't get into my abroad program. So here's my schedule for next semester if I don't get accepted.:
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HALTOM, BILL |
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BONURA, CARLO |
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ACTING II |
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RINDO, JOHN |
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You are sad because of your grief
Why are you sad? [amazing pictures] For darker people
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I don't know of that much grief I've encountered, and because my monitor's messed up I can't even read what that says.
 If i was a serial killer i would be Ted Bundy.
In the early to mid 1970s Ted Bundy would murder over 30 young women. Most were attacked while walking in parks, found later to have been raped and strangled to death, but sometimes Bundy would go as far as breaking into their houses as they slept and beating them to death with a crow bar.
After being caught and convicted of the murders, Bundy accepted prison, acquired a new name and started his killing spree all over again. Soon after, Bundy was caught, but not before taking the lives of 3 more women.
Almost all of Bundy's victims were young white girls with long dark hair parted down the middle, all were raped, beaten and sodomized.
kill count: 30+
Find what serial killer you would be, Take the Serial Killer Quiz now!</font>
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You Are 45% Normal
(Somewhat Normal)
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While some of your behavior is quite normal...
Other things you do are downright strange
You've got a little of your freak going on
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blah blah blah blah I'm so tired of typing. I just typed up a bunch of boring crap but DELETED it.
A short synopsis
lasertag fell through
he is risen
finally got to spend some time with max, whom I need to start seeing more often
saw "shape of things" in Seattle. liked it, but it struck a nerve deeeeeeeeeeep down
i can see the future and should start honing my talents
he is risen
spent much of the day scouting for locations for "Chained." felt a bit overshadowed
watched Jurassic Park: The Musical starring Max. Enjoyed it.
he is risen indeed
Am still awake. A little pensive, but content, generally. I'm coming together on some things. I'm not sure where I'll end up, but I like the direction it's going. You're curious, aren't you. Well I'm calling you out.
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I'm back in the country now. My trip to Canada was indescribably wonderful. If anyone needs a romantic getaway in canada on the Frazer river, go to River Run Cottages in Ladner, BC. The price was really reasonable, and the cottages are amazing, and they give you a bottle of sherry, all the firewood you can burn, and each morning they give you a complete two course breakfast. Eggs benedict with smoked salmon and lemon potatoes. We totally win the silly sappy romance award. We liked the place so much we got Andrea's dad and his girlfriend a gift certificate so they can go. If you want a fun place to go in Vancouver, don't go to Pacific Palisades Hotel. They are ridiculously expensive and not very nice. The view is good, and the people are friendly, but they are all about getting you in. I'm not going to go into too much detail about the trip here, if you want to know more, ask me. The weekend of the 14th and 15th of April I'm going to New York to see Andrea's sister's play. I wasn't going to go originally because I was going to spend my quota of plane fare money to visit my own sister, but Andrea's dad out of the blue decided he'd pay for me. I feel special.
Also, in Vancouver, I dyed my hair.
( PHOTO, followed by long survey from Joey )
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I'm leaving the country now.
I recently pulled out my summer mixes to rip to my computer. They're all awesome.
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I should be studying for a Classical Political Theory midterm I have tomorrow about Plato's Republic. I'm just not in the right mood for that right now. It's been a really long day. Some days I just get in weird moods that I don't know how to get out of. Either nothing at all or a very small thing (if looked at big-picture) gets me and I just start to spiral into a pissball. I wish I knew how to just chill the fuck out.
Rehearsal was really frustrating today. Granted, I went into it kinda pissy, but I ended up really frustrated. I really just wanted to get the blocking done. When we started blocking this big scene of mine, a freeforall ensued of all actors pitching in what they wanted to see in the scene. I know that Raz said something about this show being collaborative, but there are still things that the Director should do. Like direct. But it got to the point where Raz couldn't direct because of the chaos that was going on. I definately wasn't in the mood to dick around with all of the suggestions. I wanted to just take what Raz had to say, and go with it. Or maybe there could have been a more peaceful way of collaboration? Regardless. Got on my nerves. I also just end up pissing myself off when I know I know my lines but get stuck when I'm on the spot. Just all in all a long day with a rehearsal that was really only bad because of the mood I took in with me. Next time I should just check the bags at the door. I'm usually really good at that. I'm not sure what happened to my focus. I'm supposed to be a good example of what an actor should do. I think that's why I was cast. Not necessarily for talent or because I fit the part, but I think because I'm supposed to have (and have had!) a strong dedicated work ethic.
In other, exciting, news, my spring break plans are finalized. Two days at River Run Cottages in Ladner, BC, followed by a night at Pacific Palisades Hotel in Vancouver, BC. The River Run Cottages is a bed and breakfast where we'll get our own cottage on the Fraser river. Our cottage, called "The Netloft," is described here: The Netloft, once used by fishermen to dry their nets, has been transformed into a charming cottage with French doors opening into an airy room of saltillo-tiled floors. A staircase spirals upstairs to a built-in queen sized captain's bed. On the deck, there's a quaint two-person Japanese-style soaking tub ideal for bubble baths under the stars. Then I got the Get a Room! package at Pacific Palisades, for couples looking for something more than just wine and rose petals.
I'm spending way too much money, but we're going to have a good time. Dammit.
I definately need to get out of here. I spent some time today looking at courses trying to plan out my next four semesters. Nerve-wracking.
Granglemcsnallenpuff dickiechownanniewhomp.
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