Congrats to the cast and crew of Caucasian Chalk Circle, which opened tonight to THUNDEROUS applause! From the 64 people that were there. *smiles* But seriously, great job, guys. We've worked hard for this and I'm proud of all of you.
Sleep, homework, show, sleep, homework, show. Have a meeting with my American literature teacher tomorrow to discuss a paper I haven't written yet. Classes all day. Still feeling sick. Faulkner can bite me.
The end.
So I've got a few minutes here before I collapse. Here are some interesting stories from today.
To begin with, my show rocks the world. Rehearsal went smashingly, and I can't wait until we open Wednesday...And everybody come see C3! I feel bad, I'm missing five ed psych classes in a row...But oh well. I'll survive, I'm sure. Anna and Sarah will fill me in.
First story begins this morning, bright and early. I unfortunately had to miss theatre ed due to a severe emergency - I had no clean underwear. So I spent three hours this morning doing laundry and catching up on random homework, and while doing so, I encountered perhaps the two scariest men in all of Watterson Towers. Allow me to explain. Sitting in the informal lounge, I watched as two men, who we'll call Mr. Good and Mr. Weird, come and sit across the hall from me. Mr. Weird is in work clothes, has a mullet, and is talking in a terribly thick Southern accent. He sounds just like Boomhauer from King of the Hill, and I can literally understand maybe every fifth word coming out of his mouth. Mr. Good is a well-dressed young man with a sharp haircut, who appears to be simply nodding and smiling at Mr. Weird. I assume that Mr. Good doesn't understand Mr. Weird either, and I feel bad for him. About five minutes into this, though, Mr. Good actually starts speaking - and he talks JUST like Mr. Weird. I was shocked and appalled. Where did all the normal people go? When did ISU become infested with hicks?
Story the second. My friend Taryn, who is usually quite quiet, was in a very cynical mood today. I was tired and overworked, as always. So the two of us sitting next to each other in American literature proved for a VERY interesting class. While our teacher and peers discussed The Sound and the Fury and praised Faulkner, we stifled laughter and compared his work the the Babysitter's Club series. While they discussed racial significance, we discussed how Claudia was Asian and Jessi was African-American. When Mr. DeSantis mentioned that there's a plaque at Harvard commemorating where one of Faulkner's characters committed suicide (all in a WORK OF FICTION, mind you), we decided to put a plaque on the house where the Babysitter's Club held their meetings. And the fact that Faulkner was mentally insane only added to our fun. We really liked that although he wasn't in WWI, he bought a uniform, walked with a limp the rest of his life, and told everyone it was a war injury. That REALLY enhanced his credibility.
The third story is from rehearsal. During a scene where we didn't have many cues to tell, we started telling theatre jokes over headset. So I'm giving you my four favorites...With a small enough break for the answers, of course.
- How many actors does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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How many stage managers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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Send someone to get me a frickin' lightbulb!
How many master electricians does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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It's called a lamp, dammit!
How many prop masters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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Wait, where'd the lamp come from???
OK, I'm done now. Return panic attack in 3...2...1...*end transmission*
Hey there, kids. While I have a few free minutes and am attempting to avoid my Medieval lit paper, I'll update y'all on my ever so exciting life.
I'm starting to think I might have taken on a little too much this semester. The homework from 20 credit hours (seven classes plus practicum) is starting to get to me. I'm falling just a little behind there. Next week starts tech for C3, so as if 4 1/2 hours of rehearsal every night wasn't time consuming enough, we're entering a whole new thing soon. Once the show opens (February 25th - be there!), my life will be even more nuts.
Oh, and I have three midterms the day after the show closes.
Oh, and I was cast as the understudy for Roosters, which overlaps with C3 by two weeks.
So I don't get any break until the middle of April.
Am I complaining? Absolutely not. I love the theatre stuff I'm doing, and for the most part, I like my classes and feel genuinely bad about maybe not studying as much as I should or completing assignments as well as I could. I'm simply letting you know that if I'm not returning your IMs, or I've seemed distant lately or whatever, it's not you, it's me. Seriously. And I'm not breaking up with you.
For fun and exciting IM antics, read this post in my LJ - Wars With Lizzy
And, umm...that's all, I guess. I don't have time to get into a more detailed post, really...but I'm still alive, guys, come see C3 and Roosters (If I get a performance, I'll let you know!), and I'll try to update later.
Oh, and Valentine's Day can suck it.
Hoorah! Three cheers for my new layout! *grins* It's beautiful, I know. Mucho thanks to Lizzy for making it so gorgeous and stuff. I just put it up today, so if you have problems with anything, please let me know so I know what needs fixing. Like I'm trying to get rid of that dumb horizontal scrollbar, and I know there's a small gap in between frames...and we're working on that stuff. But anything, lemme know.
That's it for this update, because I have to get to rehearsal...but here is my request! Everyone leave a comment here so I know who actually reads this, let me know what you think of the lovely layout, and tell Lizzy thank you! Shower her with praise!
So here's a random rant. I don't really know where this came from, or where it's going, but for some reason, I'm suddenly unhappy. (But before I start - I promise, the new layout will be up soon! Lizzy's almost done!)
I came home from rehearsal today totally fine. It was a good rehearsal, some music and sound effects stuff, lots of fun. Everything was totally and completely fine. And then, when I came home, I IMed Brian Wohl and this terrible side of me came out that just wouldn't stop complaining. I eventually left him alone, since he shouldn't have been brought into this in the first place, but now I've got all of these thoughts running around and nothing to do with them. So they're going down here.
I LOVE ASMing, don't get me wrong. I enjoy the responsibility, it's a great experience especially as a theatre ed major, I'm great with the organizational stuff, running rehearsals, and doing schedules and stuff. But it suddenly hit me that it's just not what I would prefer to be doing. Our cast is so much fun, and all I want to do at rehearsals is be onstage. Especially today, when they were all playing with rhythm and choreography and stuff, I was just aching to join them. Which made me realize that I REALLY miss being on stage. I mean, I haven't been in a show since the freshman one-acts, and that doesn't even really count. I've learned so much in my acting and voice and movement classes that I want to put to use, and I'm just not getting the opportunity. And of course I'm not saying that if I wasn't ASMing I would have been cast, but I know Jessica, and she knows how I work, and I'd like to think that she would have considered me. So it feels like I made the wrong decision, even though I know I shouldn't, and there's no guarantee that the right decision would have worked out.
I'm still waiting for the Roosters understudies to be posted. I probably won't be on that list, either, but until it's posted I can keep hoping.
I feel so secluded from actors all of a sudden. At rehearsal I have to be fairly professional, obviously, and the actors don't even treat me like a friend most of the time. These are people that I've had classes with, and hung out with, and known for a while. And it's not like they're treating me badly or anything, but my relationship to them has totally changed. And I guess this bothers me the most when it comes to a few guys in particular that I would like to think I have a chance with - only I don't, because I'm an authority figure now. And again, there's no guarantee that anything would have worked out. But again, I feel like I sacrificed friends and a few potential relationships to be doing this show.
I'd like to reiterate that I LOVE this show, and I'm so thrilled to be ASMing it. But I'm losing so much. The grass is always greener on the other side of the acting fence, eh?
I know a lot of people in the theatre department don't like me, which is fine. They think I'm annoying, and loud, and mean...Whatever. I figured that I would show them up one day, you know? I'd be cast in a show, I'd be amazing, and they'd respect me. And that's completely a fantasy, of course. But if I never get cast, I'll never get the opportunity to show them that I'm a better person than they think I am. I'll never get to use the techniques I've been learning the past year and a half. I'll never maintain my friendships in the department, I'll never be treated as an equal, I'll never have a chance with the people I'm interested in, and I'll never be happy.
I'm attributing this to ASMing for C3, even though I shouldn't be. I love ASMing. It makes me very happy...More happy than I thought it would, but not as happy as it should.
I want to be on stage.