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[Mar. 27th, 2010|05:08 pm] |
It's the actor presentation showcase on Monday, and all I have to do is not fuck up.
Please just kill me now. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2010|06:58 pm] |
I'm considering moving to LA after I graduate, but I'm a little worried about what my brother would do with me on the otherside of the continent. He'd probably try to take over the world by building a death ray and threatening the planet with it. Far too many comics, it's made him strange.
So it's a decision between Hollywood and Broadway. Being (almost) a grown up sucks. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|07:47 pm] |
I think I'm still hungover. From Tuesday. This being 22 thing is completely overrated so far.
OMG, this means my baby sister is going to be 13 this year. She's too little to be a teenager! |
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[Feb. 8th, 2010|03:51 pm] |
Spending my weekends in rehearsal instead of having fun drinking with my friends? Not. Cool.
Such is the life of an aspiring actor! I've got meetings with prospective agents this week, so mom and dad are both thrilled that I'm looking towards my life after college. Or they're hoping that I get a job and don't have to stay at home for the next three years.
I'll be so glad when this week is over and I can go and watch the third years in Cabaret, mock them and then get drunk and ignore the little War and Peace thing you guys have got going. At least the reincarnate community is more interesting than Tolstoy. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|07:54 pm] |
... Well that explains the millions of missed calls from my mom.
Richie, did she flip out on you too? Or am I just special? |
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[Jan. 16th, 2010|04:14 pm] |
It's five months until I graduate from college, which means that my mom and dad and now probably little brother are going on about how I should be talking to agents and going to auditions so I don't spend the rest of my life working in an ice cream parlor, or at the Cheesecake Factory, IHOP, or anywhere else where you find failed aspiring actors.
My parents obviously think that I'm incapable of doing this stuff without being reminded every ten minutes so I've done the unthinkable. I've turned off my phone. I give it an hour before dad gets paranoid and turns up on my doorstep to make sure I haven't been killed in a horrible NYC/Law and Order style home invasion.
For some reason I'm still covered in body glitter from last night. How many times am I going to have to shower to stop looking like a disco ball? This is why New Years shouldn't be celebrated in the middle of January. Probably. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2009|12:47 pm] |
If it wasn't for everyone else getting some pictures and the business card then I would've just presumed dad got a new camera for Christmas.
Richie, are we sure dad didn't get a new camera for Christmas and just went a little nuts with the picture taking? Mom would've noticed if he went crazy and joined CORE, right? He knows we're not actually allowed to do that or mom'll kill us and I think the rule applies for him too. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|09:12 am] |
To The Most Annoying But Brilliant Little Brother,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
From,
The Best Big Brother In The World As Proven By A Scientific Paper You Are Not Allowed To See.
Richie, there are presents in the living room because I thought putting them at the bottom of your bed would probably freak you out and start a lecture on how I'm not allowed in because I move things. Try to avoid elevators today, you never know what might happen! |
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[Dec. 9th, 2009|04:05 pm] |
Two days of dares and I have yet to find anything I won't do. So I hate to break it to you all, but Betty and I are winning this thing and spending Christmas in the Caribbean. We'll probably be thinking of you all suffering in the cold when we're sunning it up!
Bring on the next set! |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|12:22 pm] |
I cannot wait for tomorrow when I can finally go home and get all my laundry done, sleep in my own bed, go back to Richie's ridiculous meal timetabling and try to influence my little to take after me and not anyone else in the family. I need someone in the family who isn't into science.
Lyrics that make no sense, when coupled with a song that has no redeeming value, annoy me. I went to a karaoke night and someone sang Poker Face by Lady Gaga, they sang it so badly that the lyrics became the best part of the song. Now, I like Gaga, but her lyrics suck so to make that the best part... ugh. So bad. |
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[Oct. 20th, 2009|09:17 pm] |
Tomorrow I will get my cute ass up on stage and act my adorable socks off.
Tonight I'm trying too convince my parents not to turn up on opening night. I'm not winning, big surprise there. Later I'm gonna order some pizza and partake in the most scared of pre-performance rituals; terrible TV followed by sleeping in as late as possible.
Next week there will be karaoke and celebrations at having completed the first play of the year! |
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|09:12 pm] |
The Good: I've got this weekend off.
The Bad: I have rehearsals from now until forever.
The Ugly: We're performing next week and it's the first play we're doing this year so everyone's nervous and we're driving each other crazy. Once this is over I'm taking a weekend away from my class and pretending they don't exist.
First it's Arms and the Man, and then I'll move on to bigger and better things like a guest spot on Law and Order. I've got a few free tickets if anyone wants to watch the fourth year Juilliard drama students performing something. We're not bad. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|03:48 pm] |
Things I've learned this past week:
1) Everyone around here is apparently secretly so emo they make My Chemical Romance look cheerful. Do you all need a hug?
2) My lines. Sort of. Mostly. It's a work in learning progress.
3) Phones will break if you accidentally leave them in your jeans pocket when doing laundry.
4) A human being can live off ramen noodles, left over pizza and ice cream. Take that, mom!
5) It's really easy to get bored in New York. Someone send me some entertainment, please. I can offer ice cream in return for it. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|12:19 pm] |
Attention world!
I am not sick, ill, or coming down with the sniffles.
Get well soon, everyone. Remember to drink plenty of fluids, eat something and if you feel like you're about to die then call an ambulance or see a doctor.
Also, try not to listen to any creepy men offering you a cure. You never know what it might actually be, a shot of GHB and you wake up the next morning feeling shit with no clothes on and no memory of the night before. Only the room you wake up in is full of abused looking teddy bears and a startling amount of body paint.
Remember kids, always think before drinking stuff from strangers. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2009|05:41 pm] |
I'm bored and curious, never a good combination. Although one that's probably slightly safer with me than with others.
If you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive, who would that be?
I'd choose Humphrey Bogart, man's a legend. |
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[Aug. 21st, 2009|05:32 pm] |
Finally read my student handbook, after being there for three years already, and I have come to the following conclusions.
Arts students may be easily taken in by cults, and illegal downloading is bad.
Nice to know I'm getting a lot out of my education. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2009|10:19 pm] |
Insane Internet experience number one.
Notes:
- Stop acting like Richie by making notes.
End Notes.
I'm obviously a newbie so lay it on me. What's the deal with the reincarnate thing, does anyone else think the Agency is a little too CIA/FBI/NSA 'we have no sense of humor that we're aware of'? And if any of you have encountered my little brother, Richie, I'm sorry and we're still trying to figure out what's wrong with him! My money's on him being an alien that hatched that mom got weirdly attached too. |
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