Oozing Out

The crushing blow of my lack of part in Plough hit me with a vengeance today.  I had dinner with Maggie and some Kappas, (while feeling completely and utterly out of place, as they had spent all weekend in Bjork, and It's hard enough for me to relate to anyone these days) but Matt, Luke and Erik sat down next to us.  Of course, I was the smooth sucker and swapped tables (I'm pretty sure the girls didn't actually care, we were mostly done anyways), and realized how completely this show is made of all the people I want to spend show time with.  I want to bond with them, understand the jokes, speak in an annoying Irish accent all the time and gossip about how the show.  I just sat there feeling left out the entire time.  And I told them fervently how they need to make sure they invite me to the hang outs, but it won't happen.  So much of that is so spontaneous that no one would think to give me a call.  I'll end up sitting in my room reading something in middle English to pass the time.

On top of that, I had a meeting with Kirsten (who's in the cast), and she told me how the costume renderings make it look like I should be playing Bessie.  Which is the old lady who has all the spitfire in the world and dies dramatically at the end (spoilers).  So much of me just wants to go back in time and not do Gardens.  Ohmigod.  "You can't always get what you want" just came on my ipod.  This is why my life needs a constant soundtrack.  I think I just experienced the roller coaster of emotions from the week in a 10 second span of time.  Completely unreal.

On the plus side of all of these emotions, I feel like the whole emotionally disturbed artist in me might be on the horizon.  Luckily for my sanity, I don't want to get to that point.  I think I'm actually going to go get help at the counseling center.  This past week was too full of headaches and me resisting the urge to hold a constant drunk buzz is enough to make me seek some help.  It's that bad that I'm finally able to admit that.  That takes a lot. 

Holding it In

So, I will not be doing any acting this year.  I don't get to be a prostitute.  My ASM gets to be one, and I'm stuck with a headset that hurts my neck wishing more than anything that I could run onstage and take over for the actors, finally getting some obvious recognition.  I hate silent recognition.  The applause, the congratulations, the hugs.  Shit, I could use a hug right now more than anything.  I know I've been telling myself that it's better that I don't get a part, but I still wanted one!  I always do.  It sucks because my audition was awesome  and so was my callbacks.  I felt really good about both of them, and I heard it's because I'm to tall.  I'm always too fucking tall.  I hate that someone who's shorter than me will get a part just because they're short.  It's unbelievably frustrating, because I can't do anything to change my height.  So now I have all these thoughts running through my head and I have to sit in class for two hours and pretend nothing's wrong.  Put on a happy face and look like I'm glad to be there, when I want nothing else than to sit alone in the underground and have myself a good cry.  But I can't.  I never can, I have to hold it in, and put on a mask.

The Night Before

Cast list gets posted tomorrow.  My head won't stop racing with possibilities.  I could get a big part, a medium part, a small part, a part originally cast as a man, or no part.  I just can't handle it, these are the worst nights.  I really want a part in the show to build my dialect skills and put "I can speak in an Irish accent in a convincing and not offensive manner" on my resume, but at the same time, Grey Gardens is a very involved production for me.  But I need to start acting more, for the sake of my emotions.  Remember how I had to do a monologue to initiate my emotional breakdown in my closet last term? (I'm not actually sure if I mentioned that, but yeah.....that's a thing that happened, we're moving past it.  Hopefully I wont begin throwing laundry all over my room after cleaning it because my room didn't match all the madness in my head.  Hopefully I don't get to that much symbolism [or is it metaphor?] any time soon).  No matter the outcome tomorrow, I'll be fine.  My world won't collapse if I don't get a part, I will survive.  Probably a bit more healthily, but that doesn't mean that I don't want a spot.  I'm actually favoring the prostitute right now.  Its actually a pretty cool part,  you know, for a whore.

Spring Awakening

New term starts tomorrow and I'm feeling a bit anxious.  I'm not really sure how anything is going to go, other than Grey Gardens (which I'm SMing for, only because I feel so ahead of the game right now with a lot of it).  But auditions, and even my class schedule seems so unsettled right now.  I already feel like I'm scrambling and I haven't really done anything yet.  But maybe that's the current problem, that I haven't done anything yet.  I started unpacking and cleaning, but as usual I couldn't finish without watching 3 hours of pointless television and unnecessary distractions.  One thing I did do was submit my AYLI adaptation, but I'm not sure if anything will come of it.  I pray to anything that it does, because it would be incredible to get feedback from the RSC (or anyone, for that matter.  But especially the RSC.  Cause they're my dream).  I think I'm going to try to set some new goals for this term.  (You know, the ones I set every term and keep for the first two weeks because life is pretty easy and can't keep a hold of them once anything gets hard.  Those goals.)  I'm going to try this term (and yes, I say that every time I do this) to do the following things:

• Be on time for every class (8:28, not 8:32)
• Do all reading assignments on time (or before the next class period)
• Not watch any Netflix by myself
• Work out at least 3 hours a week (in anywhere from 20 min to 1hr sessions)
• Get all major assignments finished 24 hours before the due date (to allow for more careful editing and proper sleep schedules)
• Read for pleasure (Hopefully finish the Sherlock Holmes stories)
• Avoid the dessert station downstairs (maybe only 3 times/week)
• Clean my room for 5 minutes/day (no more climbing over dirty laundry)

Here's hoping that I can actually make a few better habits and get rid of a few old ones!

2000 Words Later

and I finished a lab report.  I never thought that I would actually be writing at this level for lab reports.  It took a lot longer than I anticipated, but I'm pretty sure it took me less time than the last ones.  I just remember dreading two page papers, and I just wrote an 11 page lab report on a frog nerve.  It's pretty incredible though.  Also, I'm exhausted.  I really need to get more sleep.

What a wonderful world

Turns out, auditions are kind of fun.  Sure my stomach is still doing flips (that's probably just because my day is still in its infancy), but once I got into the audition room, I was totally not freaking out.  It was really relaxing actually.  As I'm sitting here next to Sophie (who says hi, by the way) I'm realizing that I want to go into theatre because of the people.  Every person I've run into or interviewed with, or had workshops with yesterday has been really cool. I just want to talk shop with all of them, it's really incredible to see so many people so excited about the same thing.  That's the wonderful thing about the theatre world, no one is there unless they have to be.  This business isn't worth the struggle and pain unless it's something you want more than anything.  And if these past two weeks have told me anything, it's that I belong in this world.

And then my face exploded.

Lawrence just got listed as the 18th most rigorous college in the country, and it totally shows.  Of course they post this during midterms on a day where I physically don't have time to do everything that needs to get done.  I won't bore you with a list of boring details, but the best one is me finishing my As You Like it TO SEND INTO THE ROYAL SHAKESPEARE COMPANY.  I'm still crying a little.  This weekend was totally a blur.  After meeting a ton of LU alumni, I was talking to a Broadway producer who's buds with Alan Rickman (go ahead, punch me) and he mentioned that RSC is currently cutting all shows in the cannon down to 70 minutes for a project (I can't remember which one quite yet) and said if I sent him my version he would send it to them.  It could be that they look at it and just never do anything with it, or they could end up using it.  RSC COULD USE MY CUTTING.  No lies, my life would be basically set if they did.  Not only in that I would feel accomplished beyond all reason, but I could get Shakespeare related jobs wherever, cause RSC is kind of a big deal.  So, it's completely understandable that I want to work on nothing else besides reviewing and editing my cut to send in.  Right?  Good.