No Ashes
The internet here at the New Yorker was down the past few days, so I wasn't able to find the times for the receiving of ashes at St. Patrick's. By the time I finally was able to find the schedule, I had missed the last one.
Then, this morning, I woke up unable to go to school. I still feel terrible. I did get a phone call, though, from the kids in class, calling to check and see if I was ok. How thoughtful of them!
So here I am, about a 5 on the scale, feeling relatively awful, and watching The White Countess the last Merchant/Ivory movie featuring Ralph Fiennes as a blind American. He's fantastic, of course, as always. He's such a fantastic actor. If I ever get to have a say on who is cast in one of my plays, you bet he'll be in it. He had a monologue here where he talks about the day he lost his sight... he talked in this low, slow, half-in this world half-god knows where. It was fantastic.
"In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself."
Antonio, you capture melancholy John perfectly.
I turned in an application to GuildHall in Britain last night. I'm going to rest for a bit, try to feel better, and then head to the post office to mail the check. I still have to finish the application to Bristol Old Vic, but they only offer a 1 year program to non-EU students (LAME) which puts them a little lower on my list. RADA, of course, is a tolerably good school, but their application due date passed last week.
Regardless, maybe I'll be in London next year, down at the pub with all the hot English girls like Kate Winslet, Cate Blanchett, and Judi Dench (in her 20's, but she's still awesome now). Wouldn't that be awesome? You know, my dream is to be a Shakespearean actor; my almost unreachable, if not unreachable dream, is to be in the RSC. And how many students at AADA would say, "My dream is to be in the RSC" or "I would rather be in the RSC than on Broadway"? David, maybe, but that's about it.
Well, point is I'll have some options. Options are always imporatnt.
I'm going to go off to Borders, I think, and buy a copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare because there are a few plays I'd like to read, which I haven't, and would rather read in bed than hunched over the desk trying to read them on the computer. I can also ice myself better that way. I find that icing myself after/during an attack makes everything better.
For my acting class, I have to write my autobiography. The struggle, here, will be to try and keep it from just being me moping about all the rotten things in my life with the few highlights in between.
.... I was just trying to buy some floss, soap, etc. on amazon (you can buy in bulk for much cheaper than at a store here!) and for some reason, my search for Phisoderm brought up a book on oral sex. What the hell?
I'm going to go to the post office and mail off this check. It should be fun. Woo hoo.
Then, this morning, I woke up unable to go to school. I still feel terrible. I did get a phone call, though, from the kids in class, calling to check and see if I was ok. How thoughtful of them!
So here I am, about a 5 on the scale, feeling relatively awful, and watching The White Countess the last Merchant/Ivory movie featuring Ralph Fiennes as a blind American. He's fantastic, of course, as always. He's such a fantastic actor. If I ever get to have a say on who is cast in one of my plays, you bet he'll be in it. He had a monologue here where he talks about the day he lost his sight... he talked in this low, slow, half-in this world half-god knows where. It was fantastic.
"In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself."
Antonio, you capture melancholy John perfectly.
I turned in an application to GuildHall in Britain last night. I'm going to rest for a bit, try to feel better, and then head to the post office to mail the check. I still have to finish the application to Bristol Old Vic, but they only offer a 1 year program to non-EU students (LAME) which puts them a little lower on my list. RADA, of course, is a tolerably good school, but their application due date passed last week.
Regardless, maybe I'll be in London next year, down at the pub with all the hot English girls like Kate Winslet, Cate Blanchett, and Judi Dench (in her 20's, but she's still awesome now). Wouldn't that be awesome? You know, my dream is to be a Shakespearean actor; my almost unreachable, if not unreachable dream, is to be in the RSC. And how many students at AADA would say, "My dream is to be in the RSC" or "I would rather be in the RSC than on Broadway"? David, maybe, but that's about it.
Well, point is I'll have some options. Options are always imporatnt.
I'm going to go off to Borders, I think, and buy a copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare because there are a few plays I'd like to read, which I haven't, and would rather read in bed than hunched over the desk trying to read them on the computer. I can also ice myself better that way. I find that icing myself after/during an attack makes everything better.
For my acting class, I have to write my autobiography. The struggle, here, will be to try and keep it from just being me moping about all the rotten things in my life with the few highlights in between.
.... I was just trying to buy some floss, soap, etc. on amazon (you can buy in bulk for much cheaper than at a store here!) and for some reason, my search for Phisoderm brought up a book on oral sex. What the hell?
I'm going to go to the post office and mail off this check. It should be fun. Woo hoo.