So much is happening!
-I've recently signed with my first agent, Renee Glicker of About Artists Agency, or "Triple A", as I've been calling them, since hopefully they are going to give my career the much-needed roadside assistance it's been warranting.
-I am (hopefully) graduating from Montclair in May. I can't even discuss this right now. All I will say is that A) The worst thing to ever happen to me was getting a liberal arts education, and B) Montclair State University is a gallivanting, cursing, cut-throat bunch of highway robbers. But good Karma, I wish them well (-_-)
-I broke up with my boyfriend of about 7 months in April, and it's just been very difficult. Wishing him well, feeling guilty, and then lonely on top of it, so it's been a rough month.
Here's to hoping the coming days will bring resolution, good news, and more frequent blog posts =D
<3
Peace
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
And Isn't it Ironic...
Today was a very difficult day.
To tell someone you love them is both difficult and amazing. To tell them that you love them, but you are not in love with them is just difficult.
I'm a bit worn out. But if I've learned one thing today, it is that you must be honest with the people you love. Even when it is painful, it would be an injustice to them as well as to you not to share your feelings. Even though it hurts so badly right now, I have faith that we'll both come out of this one ok.
<3
Peace
To tell someone you love them is both difficult and amazing. To tell them that you love them, but you are not in love with them is just difficult.
I'm a bit worn out. But if I've learned one thing today, it is that you must be honest with the people you love. Even when it is painful, it would be an injustice to them as well as to you not to share your feelings. Even though it hurts so badly right now, I have faith that we'll both come out of this one ok.
<3
Peace
Friday, April 8, 2011
Love Is
Love is fleeting and quiet. It is healing and reaffirming. It is necessary. It is not vital. Love is constrained by limitlessness.
Right now, love is hiding.
<3
Peace
Right now, love is hiding.
<3
Peace
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
And He Comes Crawling Back...
I've decided, for a number of reasons, that I'd like to keep posting here for a while.
I switched to Tumblr for a while, but found that I was not as big a fan of its layout as I had been originally.
So what's new on the news front? Just about everything. I'm up to my eyeballs in stress, but staying positive. Preparing my rep book for the real world, taking 21 credits, trying to get a handle on myself as a performer, and making plans for the future.
Oh, and I've got a (mostly) new boyfriend, RJ, who is going with me to Provincetown in about 2 weeks.
Life could certainly be worse. I'll give you a more detailed post later!
<3
Peace
I switched to Tumblr for a while, but found that I was not as big a fan of its layout as I had been originally.
So what's new on the news front? Just about everything. I'm up to my eyeballs in stress, but staying positive. Preparing my rep book for the real world, taking 21 credits, trying to get a handle on myself as a performer, and making plans for the future.
Oh, and I've got a (mostly) new boyfriend, RJ, who is going with me to Provincetown in about 2 weeks.
Life could certainly be worse. I'll give you a more detailed post later!
<3
Peace
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Everything in Life is Only For Now
So much is going on.
I'm now maintaining another blog (http://theactorknits.tumblr.com) which is a sort of sequel/prequel/same-time-equal to this blog. I think it's easier to follow/find people on Tumblr, and more of my friends are on there, so I started one. I'll be linking between the two when there are important posts.
Sweeney is over, and I'm a little sad that it came and went so quickly. How do you rehearse a show for two months and perform an entire run in less than a week? Seven shows- that's it. Seven shows in five days. And it's such a huge show, I would say I was only physically able to be fully present for four or five of them. What a workload. I still loved it, and it was one of my favorite performances to date.
There are so many stories, from getting to die onstage when they couldn't close the barber shop fast enough, to accidentally beating Vince (the actor playing Anthony) with my cane onstage. But the best stories are the ones that are practically not stories at all- they're moments. Moments when I felt alive onstage. Moments when I was pursuing an objective, living in my character's shoes. I can honestly say that I'm finally learning to live onstage and to work in a completely new way.
It's thrilling to know that I'm taking strides forward. I'm learning about myself as a performer every day. I'm so grateful for my amazing teachers and the people who have been so supportive. I know that I struggle with my ability to feel confident in myself, in a lot of ways. But I also know that I have to believe in myself, because if I can't, no one else will.
Who knows where the roads may lead me in my life, but I'm finally beginning to feel hopeful that they might go at least in the vicinity of where I'd planned. I guess I'll just have to ride the wave as far as I can.
<3
Peace
I'm now maintaining another blog (http://theactorknits.tumblr.com) which is a sort of sequel/prequel/same-time-equal to this blog. I think it's easier to follow/find people on Tumblr, and more of my friends are on there, so I started one. I'll be linking between the two when there are important posts.
Sweeney is over, and I'm a little sad that it came and went so quickly. How do you rehearse a show for two months and perform an entire run in less than a week? Seven shows- that's it. Seven shows in five days. And it's such a huge show, I would say I was only physically able to be fully present for four or five of them. What a workload. I still loved it, and it was one of my favorite performances to date.
There are so many stories, from getting to die onstage when they couldn't close the barber shop fast enough, to accidentally beating Vince (the actor playing Anthony) with my cane onstage. But the best stories are the ones that are practically not stories at all- they're moments. Moments when I felt alive onstage. Moments when I was pursuing an objective, living in my character's shoes. I can honestly say that I'm finally learning to live onstage and to work in a completely new way.
It's thrilling to know that I'm taking strides forward. I'm learning about myself as a performer every day. I'm so grateful for my amazing teachers and the people who have been so supportive. I know that I struggle with my ability to feel confident in myself, in a lot of ways. But I also know that I have to believe in myself, because if I can't, no one else will.
Who knows where the roads may lead me in my life, but I'm finally beginning to feel hopeful that they might go at least in the vicinity of where I'd planned. I guess I'll just have to ride the wave as far as I can.
<3
Peace
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Glad, as Always, to Oblige My Friends and Neighbors...
Just had to post this picture of my UNBELIEVABLE costume in Sweeney Todd.
I know the posts have been sparse, but let me tell you, it's not because I've been lazy. On the contrary, I've been quite busy, but once we get to tech on Friday, maybe I'll post a few fun stories and anecdotes from recent events.
But how freaking cool is this costume??? Please ignore the laundry machines in the back, this was taken in the costume shop during a fitting...
Right?!?!?! Thank you Deb Otte for the most amazing costume ever. Seriously, the woman is a genius. I can't wait to post pictures in makeup/on the set. Once I get some production shots, I'll be sure to share.
<3
Peace
I know the posts have been sparse, but let me tell you, it's not because I've been lazy. On the contrary, I've been quite busy, but once we get to tech on Friday, maybe I'll post a few fun stories and anecdotes from recent events.
But how freaking cool is this costume??? Please ignore the laundry machines in the back, this was taken in the costume shop during a fitting...
Right?!?!?! Thank you Deb Otte for the most amazing costume ever. Seriously, the woman is a genius. I can't wait to post pictures in makeup/on the set. Once I get some production shots, I'll be sure to share.
<3
Peace
Friday, October 29, 2010
Way Ahead of My Time
I went to see Paranormal Activity 2 last night-
I know, everyone was unimpressed by the first one. RIGHT. Everyone came home saying, "Oh, that wasn't scary, I laughed the whole time" or, "Oh yeah, so unrealistic, whatever..." But you know, if even for a second, when you were laying in bed that night (that moment just after you turn the light off) you thought about whether or not you should leave your foot hanging near the edge of the bed...
Needless to say, I am a huge horror buff- but I am admittedly ALSO a scaredy-cat. I love to go see horror movies and then sit in bed at night with my eyes bloodshot and baggy. I will also admit that the first Paranormal Activity turned me into a whimpering twelve-year-old girl when that bitch got dragged down the hallway and the door slammed shut. Not only do I sleep with my door closed and locked, I sometimes leave the TV on a sleep timer, and will only hang my feet out of the blanket on the side of the bed closest to the wall. I know, I'm basically a child.
So you can only imagine my delight when the second one came out. I spent an hour convincing my friend Tom to go to the movies with me (since he's an even bigger wimp than I am), and finally set out to see the 10:15 show. Eleven dollars (whaaaaaaaaat???), a bag of popcorn, a soda, and two seats in a sparsely populated theater later, we were ready to cower into each other's arms and cry while people got thrown around by demons.
Unfortunately, this was not the case. And no- it is not because the movie was bad (not as good as the first, I'll admit, but how do you follow that? It's like being Patti LuPone's understudy- it's practically in the job description), but because of the three girls behind me. We all know the terrible stereotypes- gay people lisp, Asian people are good at math, Jews collect pennies... you get the drift. While I am NOT advocating or in any way trying to perpetuate racism, I have to be honest- black people need to stop talking in movie theaters.
I don't care about watermelon or fried chicken, we all love a good homestyle meal. But for the love of God, I did NOT pay eleven dollars to sit in the dark and listen to some fifteen year old girl narrate the movie.
"Mmm-mmm, I would NOT be stickin' around if I was her, I would be OUTTA THERE." I'm glad, now be quiet. "Why is she going up there??? Is she STUPID?" Probably, it's a horror movie, now be quiet. "LOOK AT THAT PAN! Why is that pan fallin' off da rack? Nobody's even THERE!" Yes, I see that... now be quiet.
What possesses people (No pun intended) to burst out in the middle of a room of strangers and start talking? Do they think that everyone else came to get their perspective on the unfortunate events of this movie? Have they been hired by movie executives to reinforce points of exposition in the plot? In short- WHO RAISED YOU PEOPLE??? There is nothing more irritating than being on the edge of my seat, waiting for that scary moment you know is coming, and hearing from behind you, "Hey, wasn't that orange juice she's holding practically empty the night before? HA, that's a mistake..." No, ma'am, you were- and no one wants to hear you talking.
So, now that I've had my little rant, I hope you won't think ill of me. I certainly own up to my own stereotypes, and I try to amend them when I can. I hope that somewhere those girls are quietly (psh) reflecting on their actions, and deciding that next time they will only talk during moments when the reel stops working, or during boring previews. If not, I hope they will invest in Netflix...
<3
Peace
I know, everyone was unimpressed by the first one. RIGHT. Everyone came home saying, "Oh, that wasn't scary, I laughed the whole time" or, "Oh yeah, so unrealistic, whatever..." But you know, if even for a second, when you were laying in bed that night (that moment just after you turn the light off) you thought about whether or not you should leave your foot hanging near the edge of the bed...
Needless to say, I am a huge horror buff- but I am admittedly ALSO a scaredy-cat. I love to go see horror movies and then sit in bed at night with my eyes bloodshot and baggy. I will also admit that the first Paranormal Activity turned me into a whimpering twelve-year-old girl when that bitch got dragged down the hallway and the door slammed shut. Not only do I sleep with my door closed and locked, I sometimes leave the TV on a sleep timer, and will only hang my feet out of the blanket on the side of the bed closest to the wall. I know, I'm basically a child.
So you can only imagine my delight when the second one came out. I spent an hour convincing my friend Tom to go to the movies with me (since he's an even bigger wimp than I am), and finally set out to see the 10:15 show. Eleven dollars (whaaaaaaaaat???), a bag of popcorn, a soda, and two seats in a sparsely populated theater later, we were ready to cower into each other's arms and cry while people got thrown around by demons.
Unfortunately, this was not the case. And no- it is not because the movie was bad (not as good as the first, I'll admit, but how do you follow that? It's like being Patti LuPone's understudy- it's practically in the job description), but because of the three girls behind me. We all know the terrible stereotypes- gay people lisp, Asian people are good at math, Jews collect pennies... you get the drift. While I am NOT advocating or in any way trying to perpetuate racism, I have to be honest- black people need to stop talking in movie theaters.
I don't care about watermelon or fried chicken, we all love a good homestyle meal. But for the love of God, I did NOT pay eleven dollars to sit in the dark and listen to some fifteen year old girl narrate the movie.
"Mmm-mmm, I would NOT be stickin' around if I was her, I would be OUTTA THERE." I'm glad, now be quiet. "Why is she going up there??? Is she STUPID?" Probably, it's a horror movie, now be quiet. "LOOK AT THAT PAN! Why is that pan fallin' off da rack? Nobody's even THERE!" Yes, I see that... now be quiet.
What possesses people (No pun intended) to burst out in the middle of a room of strangers and start talking? Do they think that everyone else came to get their perspective on the unfortunate events of this movie? Have they been hired by movie executives to reinforce points of exposition in the plot? In short- WHO RAISED YOU PEOPLE??? There is nothing more irritating than being on the edge of my seat, waiting for that scary moment you know is coming, and hearing from behind you, "Hey, wasn't that orange juice she's holding practically empty the night before? HA, that's a mistake..." No, ma'am, you were- and no one wants to hear you talking.
So, now that I've had my little rant, I hope you won't think ill of me. I certainly own up to my own stereotypes, and I try to amend them when I can. I hope that somewhere those girls are quietly (psh) reflecting on their actions, and deciding that next time they will only talk during moments when the reel stops working, or during boring previews. If not, I hope they will invest in Netflix...
<3
Peace
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