Why?
Sorry, Livejournal, I've been neglecting you. But I've been ever so fucking busy.
I have a flurry of final projects and auditions to prepare for. I shouldn't complain too much, the big writing project is all done and it's mostly scenes and monologues, with a sprinkling of jazz performances to attend and review. And I can't complain about being forced out on the town. The only problem is I have so little time, City of Angles is still running and they decided to be NOT awesome and force the set crew into a brush-up rehearsal, along with the 4 performances we have all weekend.
Had my callback auditions for Chess. I don't think they went too badly, they let me and a few other girls out a bit early but I'm not too worried about it. Barbara is famous for her a) briskness: when she's seen enough, she's seen enough, and that doesn't mean you're bad; and b) her unpredictability. Also, one of the girls I was let out with was an AMAZING singer, so it couldn't have been because I sucked. There should be a second round of callbacks soon, and the stage manager strongly hinted I would be on the list.
Day after tomorrow, I'm also auditioning for the play Arcadia. I don't have a monologue memorized. Shit. Gotta get on that.
Less than two weeks til I go home. Less than three til I go to Santa Rosa, and SRT.
My sister's friend recently got murdered. Stabbed by a drunk at a party. So fucking senseless. This guy was 21, about to graduate with honors in Nuclear Engineering, had a beautiful girlfriend and lots of friends. He's dead. I was surprised at how much it affected me, I didn't even know the guy; but hearing about how young and smart he was, and how he couldn't go to the Berkeley hospital cuz it was fucking FULL so they tried to drive him to Castro Valley but he died on the way; it made me so fucking angry that that could happen to someone with so much promise. It could happen to anyone; any one of my friends, of your friends. I cried hard when I tried to tell Josh about it. I don't even know why. The world is so fucked up and horrible shit happens all the time for no reason. The only thing you can do, really, is appreciate what you have so when you lose it, you won't feel like it was all wasted, or in vain, or whatever. I don't get it. I never will, I spose.
Just gotta appreciate what I have. My family, my friends, my love. Can't take any of it for granted. So, I love you guys. Don't get stabbed.
I have a flurry of final projects and auditions to prepare for. I shouldn't complain too much, the big writing project is all done and it's mostly scenes and monologues, with a sprinkling of jazz performances to attend and review. And I can't complain about being forced out on the town. The only problem is I have so little time, City of Angles is still running and they decided to be NOT awesome and force the set crew into a brush-up rehearsal, along with the 4 performances we have all weekend.
Had my callback auditions for Chess. I don't think they went too badly, they let me and a few other girls out a bit early but I'm not too worried about it. Barbara is famous for her a) briskness: when she's seen enough, she's seen enough, and that doesn't mean you're bad; and b) her unpredictability. Also, one of the girls I was let out with was an AMAZING singer, so it couldn't have been because I sucked. There should be a second round of callbacks soon, and the stage manager strongly hinted I would be on the list.
Day after tomorrow, I'm also auditioning for the play Arcadia. I don't have a monologue memorized. Shit. Gotta get on that.
Less than two weeks til I go home. Less than three til I go to Santa Rosa, and SRT.
My sister's friend recently got murdered. Stabbed by a drunk at a party. So fucking senseless. This guy was 21, about to graduate with honors in Nuclear Engineering, had a beautiful girlfriend and lots of friends. He's dead. I was surprised at how much it affected me, I didn't even know the guy; but hearing about how young and smart he was, and how he couldn't go to the Berkeley hospital cuz it was fucking FULL so they tried to drive him to Castro Valley but he died on the way; it made me so fucking angry that that could happen to someone with so much promise. It could happen to anyone; any one of my friends, of your friends. I cried hard when I tried to tell Josh about it. I don't even know why. The world is so fucked up and horrible shit happens all the time for no reason. The only thing you can do, really, is appreciate what you have so when you lose it, you won't feel like it was all wasted, or in vain, or whatever. I don't get it. I never will, I spose.
Just gotta appreciate what I have. My family, my friends, my love. Can't take any of it for granted. So, I love you guys. Don't get stabbed.