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[18 Aug 2005|01:23am] |
I was just reading Craig's LJ and thinking about summer before sophomore year. The amount you change year to year is fantastic. And I don't think it ever stops.
I'm ready to go to London. To step outside my confort zone, grow some more and become the best classical actor I can be. Bring it on. Give it all to me. I'm ready. Let's do it. Let's do it.
Sleepy.
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[10 Aug 2005|01:33am] |
Dammit. I'm starting to get so fucking stressed about going to the UK. It's just...I've never been abroad, my parents haven't, I have no idea what the FUCK I'm doing.
First there's the stress of packing--taking enough but not overpacking. Making sure I get all the right plug convertors and shit...figure out whether it's worth it to get travelers checks to take with me--or whether I should convert money to pounds here and take that with me...whether it's better to get money off my ATM card or off my credit card (although...I'm pretty sure it's better off my ATM card)...whether I can pay merchants overseas by swiping my debit card. Should I rent a cell phone? That shit costs so much damn money. Should I just get a calling card instead? DAMMIT.
I'm the most anxious person. And this shit does not help. Neither does the fact that this fucking laptop won't connect to my network. Or that I'm hella poor and need a job overseas like some shit.
AND I NEED TO FIND A FUCKING MONOLOGUE.
Fucking hell I'm the worst FUCKING mood now. bullshit bullshit bullshit.
If anyone's spent an extended period of time abroad, and in the UK especially, let me know. Eleviate some stress. Dammit.
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| wow i love clothes |
[24 Jul 2005|01:53pm] |
Everyone take note (especially you loveable little NYU hipsters). My lovely friend Amanda is making her own amazingly cool tee shirts and is SELLING them. You know what that means--you get a tee shirt made just for you that almost no one else has! come on, nothing is better than that. So go to her LJ, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) revolut, check out her designs and leave her a comment that you want one. cuz you will. oh, you will. Because I will soon be the proud owner of a hot pink shirt with Marilyn's face on it. YES!
In other news I am updating from my brand new laptop in my family room because I now have wireless internet. I have stepped into the future.
In other, other news, I want to go to Europe immediately.
PJ IS THE COOLEST! (good to see you my friend)
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| Rize |
[27 Jun 2005|06:13pm] |
For really good insight, and her take on the film read saranitup.
I just saw Rize. I expected it to be good, I expected the dancing to be amazing. I didn't really expect the film itself to be so incredibly inspiring.
I mean--these kids have nothing, and in many cases have no one around them who is supportive or telling them they can succeed and make something of themselves. So many of them have tragic backgrounds--their lives are filled with pain and suffering and rage and anger, and instead of going negative they channel it all into dance. They make themselves artists without even knowing it. Without anyone telling them they can do it.
And these kids--they're able to do what people like me and my classmates and all of us going to art schools and paying all of this money to learn have such a hard time doing. They let go. They let the ugly show. They don't care how they look or are perceived. They don't care, and they just let go and live in the moment. And they do it effortlessly it seems. They do something that it takes so many people so long to embrace. It's amazing.
The movie was like a different representation of my favorite Jimmy Tripp-ism, the one I use as my mantra--"Fuck Polite."
See the movie. It will blow you away.
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[04 Jun 2005|01:44am] |
In terms of men, when it rains it pours.
I wanna be outta the burbs.
But only if I can take Mr. Simon with me.
That would be ideal. Europe, Shakespeare and Him.
And, preferably, a whole lotta money to spend on whatever I damn well please.
One day I will finance a week where I do nothing but lie in a big white bed with my lover. That would be....fan-fucking-tastic.
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[03 May 2005|03:02pm] |
Cast of A Dream Play May 2005
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[03 May 2005|05:15am] |
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It's 5:15, it's getting light out, I'm just walking in the door. WHat an insane night. I kissed too many boys, got rejected hard by Roger, snuggled on the floor with many girls, ran around and acted insane and I loved it all. I love my kids here so much. So So So much.
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[02 May 2005|11:02am] |
One more show, one final, one "makeup" class, and I am done with sophomore year.
And I'm not even going to be in this country next fall. Fucking wow.
Weird weird weird. Time needs to slow itself down.
I am so proud of this play, and all the work we've put into it.
And tonight--rocking party at Sulomes.
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[25 Apr 2005|11:13pm] |
So.
A Dream Play is playing this weekend. Saturday at 5 pm, Sunday at 2 pm, Monday at 8 pm. If you are in the New York vicinity it would mean the world to me if you came to see this show. Yes, it's "only" a rehearsal project, so it's suppossed to be rough, with no production values, but either way.
I'm really proud of this show. It's a really mature piece of work, and I think the message it conveys is really quite beautiful. And I'm pretty proud of the work I've done in the show. So yeah.
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[22 Apr 2005|01:21pm] |
So far today has been fan-friggin-tastic.
Did I just spend the morning in the presence of Meryl Streep?
Why yes. Yes I did.
Debra Monk, my mentor, was so wonderful.
Wow. What a morning.
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[20 Apr 2005|12:53am] |
I miss eating out in restaurants, watching movies IN the theatre, and seeing a broadway show where i get to sit in the orchestra section.
Hence.
I need a boyfriend who is an investment banker.
Inquire within.
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| I've seen it about 40000 times.... |
[18 Apr 2005|09:32pm] |
And it never gets old.
I could watch this forever.
"Sloblocks"....gets me everytime.
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[12 Apr 2005|09:31pm] |
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Fuck yeah! Seeing Margaret Cho May 13th!!
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| Londonnnnnn |
[11 Apr 2005|10:45pm] |
So plans for next fall are slowly but surely taking shape.
16 credits. RADA training, The Arts In London: Cultural History and Theatre in London (where we get to see at least a show a week.) I've been filling out insane amounts of forms both for Tisch and for the United States government, and I'm slowly registering for discount cards, reduced price this and that, finding loopholes in my student status so I can work as a cocktail waitress etc etc.
In the past week I've had an intense craving to watch "Love Actually" and "Closer" and "Pride and Prejudice" and "4 Weddings and a Funeral" and all those british films....I've been reading all my plays by British playwrights.
My goals are to learn as much about performing, understanding, and bringing Shakespeare to life as possible, to see as much theatre as possible, to explore the city and the surrounding country, and to travel travel travel.
My aunt has an apartment in the latin quarter of Paris....so I'm def. spending a few weekends there.
Sam has friends/family in Sweden and Berlin.
Will HAS to plan our Amsterdam trip.
Roarke wants to go to Spain.
I also really want to visit Scotland and Ireland, and Wales (of course). Prague and Italy if it's at all possible.
I'm so fucking antsy.
By the way, if you've been to London/England/Europe, and have any must sees, or suggestions, let me know. I want to do as much as I can.
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[04 Apr 2005|07:09pm] |
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Got into RADA. Now just to decide whether I'm going.....
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| So. |
[03 Apr 2005|11:11pm] |
Quick News Bites:
-Fuck YEAHHHHH the Yankees are victoriousssssss.
-I have recently become addicted to Kashi Good Friends high fiber cereal. I cannot stop eating it. My gastro-intestinal system fucking HATES me.
-Benefit went well. Afterwards, we engaged in a night of drunken revelry. It was glorious. Pictures are up on my webshots.
-I find out if I got into RADA by Tuesday.
-The music video I filmed over the summer is online: Here. I'm in the beginning. I think I look wretched.
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| Dark Lady |
[02 Apr 2005|09:57am] |
Her servant speaks:
Mid-morning, and my lady drowses,
smiling at a memory of the night
and the soft blandishments of the poet
who shared her covers for awhile.
There are no lovers like poets,
she whispered--only yesterday?
--to Katrice, who raised one gilt eyebrow
and leaned in, to catch recountings
of his languid and lingual attentions
to her dun flanks, dark hair,
the eyes he claimed sparkled black lightning.
Married? Oh, yes, to some drab
buried in the country--
something, too, about a son lost--
but he doesn't waste their too-few hours
in complaints, except when she is late
to meet him at their favorite spot
by Southampton's roses,
near the misting fountains
--some afternoons so remiss,
he'll have scattered a deep red cushion
upon the stone ledge, counting minutes
plucking petals, showering her, half joking,
when she finally arrives, only to say she's late
and must already leave him.
It won't last, of course. He'll tire, or she will.
But, oh, for now,
she can still taste his words upon her lips,
his eyes shaping her
into lines, stanzas, sonnets, couplets, verse.
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[31 Mar 2005|05:09pm] |
Last night Will had a dream that I tied myself to my bed with my sheets, and threatened to kill myself if I didn't get a boyfriend. He was scared, so he told me he'd find someone for me.
That is....terrifying.
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[10 Mar 2005|12:50am] |
So, it is official. For rehearsal projects my director is Steven Cook (YES AWESOME AWESOME) and we will be doing....
"A Dream Play" by August Strindberg.
Fuck. Yeah.
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