Oh! Yes, Mr. Toymaker, Yes!
Babes opened tonight. I'm drunk. Coincidence?
Babes in Toyland, written, directed, designed and constructed by Bob Croghan.
8 pm, Robinson hall studio theatre, Friday and Saturday. 2 pm Saturday,as well.
Honestly, and regardless of my stressing over it, I love this show. I really do. It's sweet, and cute, and funny, and I genuinely love it.
For those of you who don't know, Babes is essentially the final exam in my Puppetry performance class. It's a ... heartwarming christmas tale.
And in a turn that might seem totally against type, I really, reeeeealy like it. I'm proud of what we've accomplished, even if it may have a few glaring issues ,and in perspective I think these flaws are minor. We've been working on this show for about a month. Come see it, please. When you see the show, you'll understand why I believe a great deal was accomplished in that month.
Ummm... in other news, outside of the show, I'm one busy motherfucker. And I don't see any sign of slowing sown much until at least the end of next week.
Fine time to be drunk and otherwise, eh?
My List ((as I can recall at this present moment; my short term memory is shit)):
1. Three show critiques for Directing. Viet Rock, Babes in Toyland, and Enemy of the People.
2. Final Presentation of "Cereal Killer" on Monday in Directing.
3. "Captain Crunch" character analysis.
4. Finished design for Stage Makeup Final. (I'm doing "Scar Tissue" From Jose Rivera's Marisol. Read it.)
5. Listerene commercial for Showcase audition at Corrigan - Johnson/ "Commercials" Final Exam.
6. Two Monologues for Audition final.
(((I should have been asleep a long, long time ago.)))
7. Final, formal draft of my resume. With headshot.
8. Nine page documented research paper for Southern Folklore and Literature. On God only knows what.
9. Six thousand words worth of unfinished journal entries for SF&L.
10. Group presentaion eveluation for SF&L.
11. Take-home final exam for SF&L.
12. Two improv shows. (Those aren't work.)
If I'm missing anything.... well, then I'm in deep shit. I refuse to let this semester slip away from me.
This Fall has made a lot of things clear for me. I've learned so much, I've worked so fucking hard.
Not just for grades. For respect. For a fucking career. For what should be MY Life.
Lord knows If I'm actually getting anywhere in the latter three, but by God, I had better at least have the grades to show for it.
I'm ready to get the hell out of here.
I don't know If I mean the school, or the city, or what, but I need to get moving. I need to get to where I am supposed to be, and that somewhere is certainly not here.
I'm getting restless, and old, and way too settled in my comfort Zones.
I see some of my friends doing the same thing, and it just makes me realize more and more what I do not intend to be.
Jesus Christ, it's a quarter til' five in the morning.
Oh, yeah. And Dane asked me to direct Marisol. Ask me about that one in person, the subject is already too vast to be concise about it here.
And my inability to get into a Psych Senior Seminar for the spring. That's... I just don't want to talk about that.
Heh. And I need to prepare for a ten-day family cruise to the Carribean over Christmas. ((Sounds great, doesn't it? Factor in my parents, cabin fever, and "The Land of Rum", and you can see why I'm not exactly looking forward to it.))
And I'm Lonely. Fucking lonely. Swimming in friends, granted, but no time or money to develop anything more personal or intimate than that.
I mean, I Love the people in my life, but.... I need companionship. I need support. I need sex. I need someone to want to be with me, and I want to reciprocate wholeheartedly. I want to kiss a girl and have it mean something. I haven't felt that in a long, long time.
On the other hand, I've been getting a lot of positive feedback lately in my various artistic ventures, and my dreams are looking like more plausible realities as the days go by.
Some might say that I need to learn that you can't always have the best of both worlds.
I would say that they were wrong, but I have yet to find a way to have my cake and eat it too.
((I really dig cliche's.))
With that, I need to sleep, before I drive myself any crazier.
Hee hee hee... "caulk".
Babes in Toyland, written, directed, designed and constructed by Bob Croghan.
8 pm, Robinson hall studio theatre, Friday and Saturday. 2 pm Saturday,as well.
Honestly, and regardless of my stressing over it, I love this show. I really do. It's sweet, and cute, and funny, and I genuinely love it.
For those of you who don't know, Babes is essentially the final exam in my Puppetry performance class. It's a ... heartwarming christmas tale.
And in a turn that might seem totally against type, I really, reeeeealy like it. I'm proud of what we've accomplished, even if it may have a few glaring issues ,and in perspective I think these flaws are minor. We've been working on this show for about a month. Come see it, please. When you see the show, you'll understand why I believe a great deal was accomplished in that month.
Ummm... in other news, outside of the show, I'm one busy motherfucker. And I don't see any sign of slowing sown much until at least the end of next week.
Fine time to be drunk and otherwise, eh?
My List ((as I can recall at this present moment; my short term memory is shit)):
1. Three show critiques for Directing. Viet Rock, Babes in Toyland, and Enemy of the People.
2. Final Presentation of "Cereal Killer" on Monday in Directing.
3. "Captain Crunch" character analysis.
4. Finished design for Stage Makeup Final. (I'm doing "Scar Tissue" From Jose Rivera's Marisol. Read it.)
5. Listerene commercial for Showcase audition at Corrigan - Johnson/ "Commercials" Final Exam.
6. Two Monologues for Audition final.
(((I should have been asleep a long, long time ago.)))
7. Final, formal draft of my resume. With headshot.
8. Nine page documented research paper for Southern Folklore and Literature. On God only knows what.
9. Six thousand words worth of unfinished journal entries for SF&L.
10. Group presentaion eveluation for SF&L.
11. Take-home final exam for SF&L.
12. Two improv shows. (Those aren't work.)
If I'm missing anything.... well, then I'm in deep shit. I refuse to let this semester slip away from me.
This Fall has made a lot of things clear for me. I've learned so much, I've worked so fucking hard.
Not just for grades. For respect. For a fucking career. For what should be MY Life.
Lord knows If I'm actually getting anywhere in the latter three, but by God, I had better at least have the grades to show for it.
I'm ready to get the hell out of here.
I don't know If I mean the school, or the city, or what, but I need to get moving. I need to get to where I am supposed to be, and that somewhere is certainly not here.
I'm getting restless, and old, and way too settled in my comfort Zones.
I see some of my friends doing the same thing, and it just makes me realize more and more what I do not intend to be.
Jesus Christ, it's a quarter til' five in the morning.
Oh, yeah. And Dane asked me to direct Marisol. Ask me about that one in person, the subject is already too vast to be concise about it here.
And my inability to get into a Psych Senior Seminar for the spring. That's... I just don't want to talk about that.
Heh. And I need to prepare for a ten-day family cruise to the Carribean over Christmas. ((Sounds great, doesn't it? Factor in my parents, cabin fever, and "The Land of Rum", and you can see why I'm not exactly looking forward to it.))
And I'm Lonely. Fucking lonely. Swimming in friends, granted, but no time or money to develop anything more personal or intimate than that.
I mean, I Love the people in my life, but.... I need companionship. I need support. I need sex. I need someone to want to be with me, and I want to reciprocate wholeheartedly. I want to kiss a girl and have it mean something. I haven't felt that in a long, long time.
On the other hand, I've been getting a lot of positive feedback lately in my various artistic ventures, and my dreams are looking like more plausible realities as the days go by.
Some might say that I need to learn that you can't always have the best of both worlds.
I would say that they were wrong, but I have yet to find a way to have my cake and eat it too.
((I really dig cliche's.))
With that, I need to sleep, before I drive myself any crazier.
Hee hee hee... "caulk".