A real post! Holy crap!
INTERNET! However briefly.
I finally decided after today’s rehearsal, “Fuck it, I’m finding somewhere I can get on the net before I go to Diana’s apartment tonight.”
So I did. Actually, I must confess, I’ve seen places while riding the bus, but never had the time to go into one. But now I have the perfect opportunity… depending on one’s definition of perfect. In this case meaning I’m not on my way to rehearsal and it’s not (well, it wasn’t when I came in) after 1800 and getting dark. Now it’s actually 1830 and quite dark already. I spent an hour and a half checking email and beta-ing a chappie of a friend’s fic. Good times. ^_^
I haven't had a chance to read my flist though, and doubt that I will be able to today. I'm so sorry! I wuvs you dow!
Ok, it has come to my attention that the reason for my relocation is somewhat less than clear. (Sowwy.) Reading over that last entry, my response is, “Shit… no kidding.”
Ok, for the first two weeks down here, I was staying with a lovely family that had offered to put me up when Diana had been talking to the Board of Directors and related my Mom’s (very sensible) ultimatum that if I didn’t have a place to stay lined up for when I arrived, I wasn’t going to come. They had two daughters (11 and 13) and a kitty. They really are wonderful people and I enjoyed my time there a great deal, and think/hope that I wasn’t a trial to have stay with them. Nevertheless, they had offered with the understanding that I was staying until I could find another place to stay, not permanently.
This is where the move comes in. So as to not spend too long taking advantage of their hospitality, we looked into other places for me, and finally fell back on the backup plan of me staying with Diana. So now I’m staying Diana. Woo. Hoo.
I’ve already spent enough time bitching about that for the time being. I’m afraid that I can guarantee that I’ll come back to the subject at some point though. The main gist of it is, there is no internet remotely near her place that I know of, the bed is back-wrentchingly uncomfortable, and she’s not very slowly driving me bat-shit crazy.
She’s a nice enough lady… sort of… but she’s rather scatterbrained, and rather fond of her glass or three of wine. And she can’t act. Dear GOD, she can’t act. (For those of you who understand this: she makes the Spaniard look like Oscar material. Oh, you didn’t think it was possible, but I am here to tell you… it is.) It’s… often literally painful.
I hate to say it, because she is the one that gave me this opportunity and I feel like I have some debt of gratitude towards her… but holy shit. She’s apparently a director also. And I use the term with air-quotes and a very pained eye roll. She spends most of the time when she’s in rehearsal trying to direct what’s going on… while trying to ‘act,’ and what she comes up with is nearly always five steps to the left and sideways of what Matthew is doing.
I can respect her as an academic and her knowledge of Shakespeare… but as an actor and/or director? She’s hopeless. And that isn’t just me saying that.
God, I need sleep. Yesterday was Ella (Juliet)’s birthday, and Matt (Romeo) had a birthday on Tuesday, so a number of us went to the pub for drinks. This is the third Friday since starting work that I’ve been in Oz, and the third that I’ve been at the pub with some of the cast for drinks. I don’t drink alcohol, even though the age here is 18, and I’ve gotten some good-natured ribbing about it. They are generally content with my explanation that it just doesn’t hold any appeal for me, for which I am grateful.
The past two Fridays though, I’ve just hung around when the party has broken up, as it were, and myself, Anthony (Escalus, Prince of Verona/Chorus), and one other have hung around for a good while longer. Last week it was Pete (Benvolio) and this week it was Matt (I said who he plays just the paragraph before, so go look up there). They have been some of the nicest times in a good long while. Just because it’s company. And the conversation can be quite interesting.
Last week, the three of us managed to figure out what I’m going to do for my senior project, and it’s brilliant. And incredibly over-ambitious, but what the hell. I’m brilliant and it’ll work. And be a roaring success.
After hammering that out, the pub kicked us out, and since it was only midnight, we went on to another bar and despite the fact that it was fucking loud, we started talking about… god. Loads of stuff. I spent most of the time just listening, because it was worth it. (This is also when I came realized that I am actually a rather boring person. It’s a horrifying revelation, and I’m still struggling with it quite a bit.)
Oh! Before that though, in fact before we left the first pub, we spent time talking about family, weed, sex, and life in general. Good stuff. And I’m being very honest when I write that. We finally left at about 0330 and I had to catch a cab down to Malabar because the busses weren’t running.
This week was significantly less philosophical. No, that’s a lie. Ella, Shad and I were talking about philosophy before they left. But that was talking about philosophy, and not being philosophical, so I guess it wasn’t a lie after all. Hm. Matt and Anthony were incredibly genial drunks last night/this morning. Anthony was still coming up with stuff that would remind me how much opportunity I have to grow intellectually, and Matt… Matt was just hilariously adorable. I should clarify at this point that they are both very gay, and I don’t have a crush on either of them. I do still have a crush though… and I think another quasi-crush is developing, dammit. So not cool.
I’m still having to work my head around ‘normal’ theater for Shakespeare and not Blkfrs style. It’s not difficult, but it still strikes me as slightly off. Once I saw it at Blackfriars, it’s like… that’s how it’s supposed to be performed, so anything else is not quite right. Don’t get me wrong: I think that what Matthew is doing with it is really quite brilliant. And once it’s all put together and you stick your fingers in your ears and go ‘lalalala I’m not liiiiiiiistening’ whenever the nurse is talking, it’ll be a very fine play. (Guess who plays the nurse…)
The sword fights are So. Damn. Cool. And Luke has done the choreo for most of them at this point, which is amazing. I’ll have vids (no sound though) of them, and once I can, will post them, because they are just so fantastic. The dance is also pretty awesome, and I have most of that recorded at this point. I have a good number of pix on my camera and laptop that I just need to find a way to post. It’s annoying.
I’ve finally found stamps though! I found postcards at the beginning of this week, but it’s taken me all fucking week to find stamps.
If you want a postcard, just send me your address, and I shall!
I’m off to the apartment. I’m beat, and I could murder a sandwich.
Also, Matt is running the half marathon tomorrow morning, and apparently nobody is going to be there when he finishes (his boyfriend is working), and I have decided that that is entirely unacceptable, so I’ll be getting up at 0630 or so to find my way over to the route to be there and cheer him on and be there when he finishes. Runners. They’re all fucking insane.
Cheers folks!
I finally decided after today’s rehearsal, “Fuck it, I’m finding somewhere I can get on the net before I go to Diana’s apartment tonight.”
So I did. Actually, I must confess, I’ve seen places while riding the bus, but never had the time to go into one. But now I have the perfect opportunity… depending on one’s definition of perfect. In this case meaning I’m not on my way to rehearsal and it’s not (well, it wasn’t when I came in) after 1800 and getting dark. Now it’s actually 1830 and quite dark already. I spent an hour and a half checking email and beta-ing a chappie of a friend’s fic. Good times. ^_^
I haven't had a chance to read my flist though, and doubt that I will be able to today. I'm so sorry! I wuvs you dow!
Ok, it has come to my attention that the reason for my relocation is somewhat less than clear. (Sowwy.) Reading over that last entry, my response is, “Shit… no kidding.”
Ok, for the first two weeks down here, I was staying with a lovely family that had offered to put me up when Diana had been talking to the Board of Directors and related my Mom’s (very sensible) ultimatum that if I didn’t have a place to stay lined up for when I arrived, I wasn’t going to come. They had two daughters (11 and 13) and a kitty. They really are wonderful people and I enjoyed my time there a great deal, and think/hope that I wasn’t a trial to have stay with them. Nevertheless, they had offered with the understanding that I was staying until I could find another place to stay, not permanently.
This is where the move comes in. So as to not spend too long taking advantage of their hospitality, we looked into other places for me, and finally fell back on the backup plan of me staying with Diana. So now I’m staying Diana. Woo. Hoo.
I’ve already spent enough time bitching about that for the time being. I’m afraid that I can guarantee that I’ll come back to the subject at some point though. The main gist of it is, there is no internet remotely near her place that I know of, the bed is back-wrentchingly uncomfortable, and she’s not very slowly driving me bat-shit crazy.
She’s a nice enough lady… sort of… but she’s rather scatterbrained, and rather fond of her glass or three of wine. And she can’t act. Dear GOD, she can’t act. (For those of you who understand this: she makes the Spaniard look like Oscar material. Oh, you didn’t think it was possible, but I am here to tell you… it is.) It’s… often literally painful.
I hate to say it, because she is the one that gave me this opportunity and I feel like I have some debt of gratitude towards her… but holy shit. She’s apparently a director also. And I use the term with air-quotes and a very pained eye roll. She spends most of the time when she’s in rehearsal trying to direct what’s going on… while trying to ‘act,’ and what she comes up with is nearly always five steps to the left and sideways of what Matthew is doing.
I can respect her as an academic and her knowledge of Shakespeare… but as an actor and/or director? She’s hopeless. And that isn’t just me saying that.
God, I need sleep. Yesterday was Ella (Juliet)’s birthday, and Matt (Romeo) had a birthday on Tuesday, so a number of us went to the pub for drinks. This is the third Friday since starting work that I’ve been in Oz, and the third that I’ve been at the pub with some of the cast for drinks. I don’t drink alcohol, even though the age here is 18, and I’ve gotten some good-natured ribbing about it. They are generally content with my explanation that it just doesn’t hold any appeal for me, for which I am grateful.
The past two Fridays though, I’ve just hung around when the party has broken up, as it were, and myself, Anthony (Escalus, Prince of Verona/Chorus), and one other have hung around for a good while longer. Last week it was Pete (Benvolio) and this week it was Matt (I said who he plays just the paragraph before, so go look up there). They have been some of the nicest times in a good long while. Just because it’s company. And the conversation can be quite interesting.
Last week, the three of us managed to figure out what I’m going to do for my senior project, and it’s brilliant. And incredibly over-ambitious, but what the hell. I’m brilliant and it’ll work. And be a roaring success.
After hammering that out, the pub kicked us out, and since it was only midnight, we went on to another bar and despite the fact that it was fucking loud, we started talking about… god. Loads of stuff. I spent most of the time just listening, because it was worth it. (This is also when I came realized that I am actually a rather boring person. It’s a horrifying revelation, and I’m still struggling with it quite a bit.)
Oh! Before that though, in fact before we left the first pub, we spent time talking about family, weed, sex, and life in general. Good stuff. And I’m being very honest when I write that. We finally left at about 0330 and I had to catch a cab down to Malabar because the busses weren’t running.
This week was significantly less philosophical. No, that’s a lie. Ella, Shad and I were talking about philosophy before they left. But that was talking about philosophy, and not being philosophical, so I guess it wasn’t a lie after all. Hm. Matt and Anthony were incredibly genial drunks last night/this morning. Anthony was still coming up with stuff that would remind me how much opportunity I have to grow intellectually, and Matt… Matt was just hilariously adorable. I should clarify at this point that they are both very gay, and I don’t have a crush on either of them. I do still have a crush though… and I think another quasi-crush is developing, dammit. So not cool.
I’m still having to work my head around ‘normal’ theater for Shakespeare and not Blkfrs style. It’s not difficult, but it still strikes me as slightly off. Once I saw it at Blackfriars, it’s like… that’s how it’s supposed to be performed, so anything else is not quite right. Don’t get me wrong: I think that what Matthew is doing with it is really quite brilliant. And once it’s all put together and you stick your fingers in your ears and go ‘lalalala I’m not liiiiiiiistening’ whenever the nurse is talking, it’ll be a very fine play. (Guess who plays the nurse…)
The sword fights are So. Damn. Cool. And Luke has done the choreo for most of them at this point, which is amazing. I’ll have vids (no sound though) of them, and once I can, will post them, because they are just so fantastic. The dance is also pretty awesome, and I have most of that recorded at this point. I have a good number of pix on my camera and laptop that I just need to find a way to post. It’s annoying.
I’ve finally found stamps though! I found postcards at the beginning of this week, but it’s taken me all fucking week to find stamps.
If you want a postcard, just send me your address, and I shall!
I’m off to the apartment. I’m beat, and I could murder a sandwich.
Also, Matt is running the half marathon tomorrow morning, and apparently nobody is going to be there when he finishes (his boyfriend is working), and I have decided that that is entirely unacceptable, so I’ll be getting up at 0630 or so to find my way over to the route to be there and cheer him on and be there when he finishes. Runners. They’re all fucking insane.
Cheers folks!