oh good god....
Okay, so I try-out today for the rest of my life...
Okay, so I've known about these try-outs for about... oh, i dunnno... two? two and a half? weeks and just last night,that's right, last night I finally decided which monologue to do... Then typed up my resume (thanks to help from Mish and Lindsey on Mr. B's name) along with various school websites and I just now remembered that I need two, count 'em, TWO letters of recommendation >.< have I ever mentioned how much I hate my procrastinating abilities? Really, have I? Well, I started memorizing this morning about... hmmm... 7:45 ish and I've pretty much got the sucker down. Now I just have to add or subtract movement, keep my voice inflections constant and we'll be... okay? Well, other than that, life's been great right now!! I'm going to call Mish later (it was my bargaining tool for help ^.^) and feed my fishie Lestat then see the play A Few Good Men being done by my school tonight. So excited... After 1:43 pm for me my life will be semi-easy going again. OH! And I have to pick up my scene for my acting class, then contact my partner and start working on that with them while having another monologue memorized for coaching in class on tuesday(?) and other than THAT I'll be less stressed... *dies a little* Well, anywho, I wanted to come on here so that I could type out my monologue, though I will say it's way funnier in person, keep that in mind ^.^
MEG from The Wall of Water by Sherry Kramer:
Did you ever notice how the sound of hot water changes when it gets hot? I did. I noticed a lot of other things, besides. One day I woke up and noticed that most of those things made me angry. Then I noticed something else. That if I took a long, hot shower I wasn't angry anymore. Then I had a bunch of thoughts. Thoughts like, what if the water shortage gets really bad? What if the boiler breaks and stays broken for a long time, and all my friends are out of town, and all the hotel rooms are full? pause What if Adolf Hitler had taken more hot showers? slight pause What if he did and it didn't help? What if one day I took a long hot shower and I was still very angry about a lot of things when I came out? What then? What would happen if I got out of the shower even angrier than when I got in? What if I got out wet, and clean and angry? smile What if I'm going to take that shower now? What if I've already taken it and don't know? What if I'm getting angrier and angrier and they could heat the Canadian side of the Niagara Falls, leave the American side running cold, put handles on the side, throw me a big bar of soap and it still wouldn't calm me down? What then? And what if I was angry about something petty. Something small. Something that didn't really matter. What if I was angry about something that really didn't matter? 'Cause you know why I'm angry? You really wanna know? (here is wher I would cut it depending on reaching my 2 minute time limit or not. If it's not too long I will keep moving to this:) Wendi, my roomate, creates a rage in me greater and more terrifying than the rage created in me by the thought of early death caused by many forms of cancer, even though Judy, who is a doctor, swears that even if I got cancer it could be diagnosed in time and I could probably be saved. slight pause Unless it was head cancer. slight pause Or throat cancer. slight pause Or lung cancer. Which I have almost no chance of getting... if I stop smoking.
I love it, and it's fun to do because I have that little angry streak in me, y'know?! LOL well... off to practice some more, even though I think I'm screwed either way... eh heh... pray for me!!
...there's a reason for the world,
you and I...
Okay, so I've known about these try-outs for about... oh, i dunnno... two? two and a half? weeks and just last night,that's right, last night I finally decided which monologue to do... Then typed up my resume (thanks to help from Mish and Lindsey on Mr. B's name) along with various school websites and I just now remembered that I need two, count 'em, TWO letters of recommendation >.< have I ever mentioned how much I hate my procrastinating abilities? Really, have I? Well, I started memorizing this morning about... hmmm... 7:45 ish and I've pretty much got the sucker down. Now I just have to add or subtract movement, keep my voice inflections constant and we'll be... okay? Well, other than that, life's been great right now!! I'm going to call Mish later (it was my bargaining tool for help ^.^) and feed my fishie Lestat then see the play A Few Good Men being done by my school tonight. So excited... After 1:43 pm for me my life will be semi-easy going again. OH! And I have to pick up my scene for my acting class, then contact my partner and start working on that with them while having another monologue memorized for coaching in class on tuesday(?) and other than THAT I'll be less stressed... *dies a little* Well, anywho, I wanted to come on here so that I could type out my monologue, though I will say it's way funnier in person, keep that in mind ^.^
MEG from The Wall of Water by Sherry Kramer:
Did you ever notice how the sound of hot water changes when it gets hot? I did. I noticed a lot of other things, besides. One day I woke up and noticed that most of those things made me angry. Then I noticed something else. That if I took a long, hot shower I wasn't angry anymore. Then I had a bunch of thoughts. Thoughts like, what if the water shortage gets really bad? What if the boiler breaks and stays broken for a long time, and all my friends are out of town, and all the hotel rooms are full? pause What if Adolf Hitler had taken more hot showers? slight pause What if he did and it didn't help? What if one day I took a long hot shower and I was still very angry about a lot of things when I came out? What then? What would happen if I got out of the shower even angrier than when I got in? What if I got out wet, and clean and angry? smile What if I'm going to take that shower now? What if I've already taken it and don't know? What if I'm getting angrier and angrier and they could heat the Canadian side of the Niagara Falls, leave the American side running cold, put handles on the side, throw me a big bar of soap and it still wouldn't calm me down? What then? And what if I was angry about something petty. Something small. Something that didn't really matter. What if I was angry about something that really didn't matter? 'Cause you know why I'm angry? You really wanna know? (here is wher I would cut it depending on reaching my 2 minute time limit or not. If it's not too long I will keep moving to this:) Wendi, my roomate, creates a rage in me greater and more terrifying than the rage created in me by the thought of early death caused by many forms of cancer, even though Judy, who is a doctor, swears that even if I got cancer it could be diagnosed in time and I could probably be saved. slight pause Unless it was head cancer. slight pause Or throat cancer. slight pause Or lung cancer. Which I have almost no chance of getting... if I stop smoking.
I love it, and it's fun to do because I have that little angry streak in me, y'know?! LOL well... off to practice some more, even though I think I'm screwed either way... eh heh... pray for me!!
...there's a reason for the world,
you and I...