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2.28.2011
Rehearsal was uncommonly short. We rehearsed the Murder of Gonzago scene today. Center stage is yet another stage where the actor-actors act. On the right, you have Hamlet and Ophelia, and to the left are Claudius, Gertrude, and Polonius. (There are more people in this scene; they just didn't show up tonight.) So we main characters are sitting around watching these extras when Marlene interrupts. ME: [to nobody in particular] What I want to know is, who wouldn't like to get poison and a hat? STEVEN: Hats don't hold poison very well. It tends to leak out. ME: Unless you get one of those plastic Halloween hats. STEVEN: That's true. [pause] I see you've done this before. ME: Well, I don't like to brag, but . . . It was amusing because it was strangely flirtatious. As you can see, we're loosening up. Somewhat. Not enough for Marlene, though . . . which is only fair, because we're still pretty awkward. She's getting frustrated. "More love!" she shouts. "I need to see more love!" She even made us her example today . . . about three separate times. And not in a good way. Well, I'm trying. Labels: hamlet 2 Comments:
More Love!!!
By More LOVE! It makes the world go round, you know.
By 2.25.2011
Jackie and I finally saw Black Swan. And OH. MY. GOD. It was fucking spectacular. I just want to build a shrine to it in the middle of my house and worship it. And put stills up all over the walls. And marry Mila Kunis. Moving right along . . . by now Steven and I have kissed exactly five times. The second time was particularly memorable because it really hurt. Seriously. I still felt the burn like half an hour later. The next three times passed without incident. It's getting better. We actually talk now. Really. It helps. And of course eliminating all physical barriers and space did too. By the end of the scene, we're . . . how to put this . . . grieving all over each other. Well, it's mostly me doing the grieving, because I'm a girl or something. But yeah. And I most likely get to smoke. As bad as yesterday was, today was exponentially better. Seriously. Yesterday was complete and utter shit. And then today was amazing. I was even early to rehearsal. I cleaned my room. I got to see a movie I've been wanting to see for months. Said movie was incomprehensibly brilliant. Jackie and I even got a discount on our tickets. I found out that she and that skank whore Ashley are no longer friends. I still have cigarettes left. Maybe I'm smoking too much these days. But I feel good. Labels: hamlet 2 Comments:Hey, its not even the weekend yet...lucky you. Snow here. More than I want to even think about.
By I haven't seen it yet. D:
By 2.23.2011
Well, as it turns out, I do have to kiss Steven.It was surprisingly anticlimactic. Yet I was right about the whole beard thing. I don't like it. Labels: hamlet 4 Comments:
I have several friends like that. They think I'm weird that I like the hairy guy. I guess I was excited as he was that he could grow facial hair. He loves to not shave, but he has lately. He's just shaggy.
By Now that's gonna be some real acting..or maybe your ophelia..doesn't like it either.
By oops..I probably spelled that wrong. But I hope the rehearsals are going great.
By It would be more climatic if you were hitting him with an urn instead. j/s
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The first rehearsal of the Get Thee to a Nunnery scene is tomorrow night . . .
and I am so fucking terrified. Oh my God. Labels: hamlet 2 Comments:I know its like diving in deep..but you'll get it done. I know you will.
By I guess you're over it now.
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Chris unintentionally said "charge" like a pirate during rehearsal and apparently Steven and I both caught it, because we both growled "YARR!" quite loudly at the same time.
Labels: hamlet 1 Comments:Haha. Maybe he's OK.
By 2.22.2011
I asked Marlene when I was supposed to sidle over to him in a particular scene, and she told me to trust my instincts. "When it feels right," she said, "go for it." "Okay," I said, not terribly sold on my instincts, "but when is that?" "You guys need to make that connection," she said. "When you sense his pain, you need to go over there." "I can't read his aura," I said seriously, but I was kidding. "What?" "I said I can't read his aura." "READ IT," Steven said humorously, texting. He'd been standing there the entire time but hadn't said anything. And that's how the Talking Cherry got popped. Labels: hamlet 4 Comments:hahahhaa..I'm glad you aren't scared of the director.
By Like that you guys are feeling your way through the play. Hmmm. Like his line too.
By interesting communication there. hope things go great with the play.
By Maybe you can read it...
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THE GIRL I HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON FOR ABOUT A YEAR IS NOW SINGLE.
OH. MY. GOD. THE FIRST HOUR OF TUESDAY WAS SHIT BUT SUDDENLY TODAY HAS GOTTEN SO MUCH BETTER. OH. MY. GOD. 2 Comments:just what will you do???
By Was that Winter?
By 2.18.2011
This week has been eons and yet short. The days are short. The week has been long. It makes no sense.I saw James on Wednesday. It completely threw me off. I thought I was over him . . . and I guess I'm not. I was with Winter and I kind of brushed him off. And then she and I left together, and we parted ways, and then I thought back on things that happened and I felt bad that I'd brushed him off. But I couldn't go back and say so. I wouldn't have, even if I could have. And it wasn't like I was going to call him and apologize. I don't even have his number. And I probably won't see him for a long time. So it doesn't matter. I only went out on Wednesday because I was free and I wanted to see Winter. If I'd known James was going to be there, I wouldn't have gone at all. He's so holy, it's disgusting. It makes me cringe. I can't even look at him. But I want him. I suppose I have corruptive tendencies or something. He's gorgeous. I can't stand it. I don't even want to be around him. But I still want him. He's a nice fucking person. He's too goddamn nice. I don't like nice people. I like people who are sarcastic and have slight mean streaks. But I still want him. I saw him everywhere today . . . well, at least I thought I did, briefly, out of the corner of my eye. I actually didn't see him at all. Until I saw him on Wednesday, I hadn't seen him in about two months. Well, I saw him about two weeks ago, just walking by, but he didn't see me, and it didn't bother me. This bothers me. And when I saw him, I kept thinking periodically that he doesn't exist. (I've been reading philosophy and it's warping my mind.) If nothing exists, if everything is only stray Thoughts meandering through emptiness . . . he is a hoax, a dream. He does not exist. It's oddly comforting. I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am, I don't know. I don't know what's going on with me. I just . . . I can't understand it. I don't want to be around him. I avoid him to the best of my ability. And yet I still want him. I don't know what I'm doing, really. He popped into my head tonight . . . well, the idea of him, anyway. And for a minute there, I couldn't remember what he looks like. I think maybe I need a Prozac and an Ambien and some tea. 2 Comments:
I think we have more surreal moments in our lives..than we like to believe sometime.
By For some reason I always thought that James would act something like Naru. It may be because most of your friends aren't so, well, nice. Like me. :D
By 2.16.2011
I met this girl at a party a few months ago and she is the single most interesting person I've ever met. We went away outside down the street and sat on the curb and smoked. The hosts thought we were getting stoned but we only had Marlboros. We talked about everything . . . and she was just the most fabulous, brilliant, crazy, honest, fucked-up, sane person I've ever met. I've never encountered anyone else like her. I haven't seen her since, but I wish I could talk to her right now. I wish I could just see her. She understood. She really did. She understood everything. She transcended. She was the only person I've ever shared cigarettes with. 4 Comments:
Hope you got her last name or number.
By I didn't --couldn't, which is why this drives me so crazy.
By I feel happy and sad for you at the same time. It would drive me crazy too.
By Unfortunate you didn't.
By  This is amusing to me partially because I want to be cremated when I die.Which reminds me . . . during rehearsal one day I asked Marlene if I needed to be at the rehearsals for Ophelia's funeral scene. Ophelia's only in a coffin (or on a bier, depending on which version you prefer) and Laertes may or may not snatch her out of the coffin. And then he and Hamlet go at it IN HER FUCKING GRAVE. So I asked Marlene if I was even IN the scene (it's very hard to pretend to be dead. Everything is suddenly unbearably itchy and wildly amusing). She said yes. Lea, the stage manager (among other things) was nearby and overheard, and began to discuss where we could get a coffin for me. I said wouldn't it be funny if they walked on stage carrying an urn? And we never got past that because Lea and I started laughing too hard and somebody came over to ask Marlene something. Labels: hamlet, white ninja 2 Comments:Its the little things that can stir up trouble like that. Must have been an interesting moment.
By Totally should have done it. Oh well.
By 2.15.2011
remember when I moved in youthe holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was hallelujah Labels: hallelujah 2 Comments:I liked this..such truth.
By Did you come up with this?
By 2.12.2011
Today at rehearsal was the longest yet . . . and then I got lost downtown for almost half an hour. In the middle of the day. So far I haven't gotten lost at night . . . but leave it to me to fuck up something EASY. Back when I took piano lessons, my teacher told me that I always got the music that was hard for everyone else finished quickly. The music that everyone else found easy, however, was the music I spent months trying to master.I still don't know how to feel about that. In the beginning we were working on the scene where Hamlet, um, hits on (?) Ophelia at the play. Hits on isn't exactly the right term, but . . . for now it will have to do because I can't think of anything else. Making vagina hand gestures and the ten, you know -- index finger penis and index finger / thumb vagina. Stuff. Deciding on the theme that Ophelia is most likely pregnant. By the end we were all bored and tired and reduced to about 1/4 of our original size (the rest of the cast made up excuses and left) and were either doing deadpan or melodrama just because it's funny. You haven't lived until you've seen and heard the final scenes, particularly Hamlet's dying speech(es), performed deadpan. It's wildly hilarious. Or, as Marlene says, high-LAR-ious. She says that a lot. I enjoy it. Actually, Steven is really, really funny . . . and it feels like some of the tension is dissolving even though we still haven't said anything to each other. Other than lines. If I could look at the future, I'd like to take a glimpse at the show and see how it turns out. I'm sort of scared . . . I mean, this company is known for being, like, very, very good at what they do, to put it briefly. They've never gotten a bad review. Marlene has won about a zillion awards for directing and stuff. So, you know, no pressure. Steven's now doing the Kenneth Branagh version of "I LOVED OPHELIA" which is an impassioned, tragical scream. I laugh every time he (Steven) does it. It's just so WEIRD. Not him, per se . . . he does it nicely. Just the idea of it, or something, I don't know. I'm definitely going to have to get over that before I have to pretend to be dead in a coffin. If your dead body is lying there tittering, then you've got several problems. Most notably . . . they're probably not dead, so maybe you shouldn't bury them. Labels: hamlet 4 Comments:
hahahaa..some interesting stuff at play practice.
By I'm sure you guys will have it perfected by show time. Steve sounds very interesting. I'm glad he can lighten things up.
By Sounds like you guys are having some fun too. I'm sure there be more long rehearsals ahead. All the best on the play.
By Let's call it making awkward remarks and leave it at that.
By 2.10.2011
You wouldn't think sitting in a chair talking and listening to people talk would be tiring, but it is. It is remarkably tiring.So I've been at rehearsal for the past two days . . . and then there's school, of course. Luckily for me, I haven't had to work this week (so far). It's progressing well, I think. Tonight we were trying to figure out what we should have as the "rememberances" that Ophelia gives back to Hamlet during the "Get thee to a nunnery" scene. Nobody could think of anything. And myriad other things . . . quite frankly I'm too tired to elaborate. Tomorrow's my only free day, so I'm going to catch up with all of you then . . . cheers. Labels: hamlet 3 Comments:Its hard to brain storm under certain conditions. Hope you get some rest, but maybe you napped with your eyes open.
By Hope you have a good friday.
By I would think it's tiring. College orientation was so BORING and you have to get up early to make it there. o.e
By 2.09.2011
It sort of feels like I've been at rehearsal for the past two months, such has my immersion been. I feel like I could write volumes about Hamlet (the play, not the character per se) . . . except there's really nothing about it to say that hasn't already been said.So we've all had the script since October, I think. And then yesterday, Marlene sends out a new script. It's all the same lines, thankfully, but they're rearranged. I think this version is shorter. The entire text of Hamlet played full-out from start to finish is over four hours long. Marlene cut that down to about two hours, and I think she cut it again, although I can't quite be sure yet. This new version is arranged in a way that is sort of Kenneth Branagh's version meets Mel Gibson's version meets David Tennant's version. Sort of. Anyway, she sends it out in an email attachment . . . which saves on printing costs for the company, but means we, the cast, have to go through the enormous hassle of printing out our own scripts . . . and then binding them, if you're inclined to do that sort of thing. And for the second time, damn it. And the printer is out of ink because Allie likes to print EVERYTHING she finds on the internet, without regard for saving the printer for important things, like scripts and homework and whatnot. Ugh. I managed to print the first two pages of the script, but unfortunately, those are two of the pages that I need LEAST. And it turns out we don't have a three-hole punch. We do have a one-hole punch, but if someone thinks I'm going to measure out spaces for holes on EVERY PIECE OF PAPER, they have another think coming. No. I'm going to buy a three-hole punch first thing . . . along with some printer ink. (Luckily, we're not short on paper.) And perhaps a new binder, too. Right now I'm missing a show I did a few years back that was a musical revue . . . the entire script was nothing but a few sheets of lyrics and a few pages of sheet music. Easiest damn show ever. Oh . . . and I saw some online promos for the show earlier today . . . although, no doubt, Ronnie's printed out stacks of them. As Job said, "the thing I feared the most came upon me" . . . Steven has a beard. Okay, to be fair, that's not the thing I fear the most — not in the world and not in this show. But it's still unfortunate, I think. Labels: hamlet 3 Comments:We have someone in our family like that too..then I think someone took the cord to the printer. Yeah, we've really got it together here. If I could just go back to sleep this morning.
By Wow, a new script..still I'd feel..well..anyway, hope rehearsals go great.
By What do you use a one-hole punch for? I only use a three-hole punch.
By 2.08.2011
 Labels: white ninja 2 Comments:Great last line!
By That reminds me of something I saw. Lex Luthor and the Flash somehow switched bodies. When the Flash (in Luthor's body) walked out of a bathroom stall, a fellow villain asked if he was going to wash his hands. His reply, "No. 'Cuz I'm EVIL."
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G says I have things to contribute to conversations because I've read a lot of books. She can't understand why I'm very quiet in real life. I, on the other hand, can't understand why people make small talk.
I figure I probably don't have any original thoughts. 4 Comments:Oh..we know they are original.
By G sounds just to controling...sometimes.
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But...
By Because people feel a need for there to be no silence, maybe.
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And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah I guess it makes me smile I found it's hard It's hard to find Oh well Whatever Never mind 1 Comments:Never mind is two words? I learned something new today.
By 2.06.2011
Winter and I can't have brief phone conversations. We have brief text conversations, but our phone conversations always last at least two hours. She was discussing my Facebook page and how I never check it and how people are talking about me on it, particularly Celia and Pris. She was sort of curious about Celia because Celia talks about a lot of shit, and I came that close to explaining that Celia's my ex. But I didn't. I'm not sure why. It just didn't seem like the right thing to do. The last thing I need is that information getting around to certain groups of people. Sure, in the theater community they know and they don't care and it's fine. Other people think you're going to hell and alternatively shun you and want to convert you from your evil ways. In the end, I didn't explain anything. I just said, "Oh, really?" and left it, even though she clearly wanted more. Honestly, the only explanation that makes any sense at all is the simple fact that Celia is my fucking ex-girlfriend. 5 Comments:
Its complicated with friends..You want to keep them. Sometimes, you find yourself saying what they want to hear and it really gets to you that you couldn't tell them everything..or they might go bonkers on you.
By I love that you said "OH REALLY.." one of my closest friends signature lines.
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What a way to spoil your night. Hopefully, your weekend was ruined completely. I'm not a facebook fan.
By oh the joys of friendship. Don't worry we all seem to have out problems, but if things can't get better they can't get worse right?
By I don't think the whole gay/bi thing should be such a big deal to people. Personally, I don't support it, and that's me. But what right do other people have to tell other people how to live? I have gay friends and I love them. If someone came up to them and started screaming that they were going to hell, I would be in jail the next day. It just IRKS me.
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My INTENTION was to purchase a blue nose hoop, but instead I wound up buying more silver ones. They had this deal going where you could get, like, 4 for the price of 1 or something like that, I can't really be arsed to recall the details. So I wound up buying that.
Maybe I can just paint one blue or something and hope it doesn't give my nose gangrene or something. 1 Comments:Just buy one next time.
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"Go away! I'm talking to my friend! Don't touch my troll! Stop finger-humping me!"
-Winter, to her brother, all in one breath I know some interesting people. 1 Comments:XD
By 2.05.2011
Read: play. And I'm dressed up. Read: "Dressing up" for me means wearing what I always wear, only with heels. 2 Comments:Cool! I hope you had fun.
By I feel odd whenever I wear heels because of my height.
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And it was on 75% off sale, because it's February and most people have already had day planners for either the past 6 months or a month, depending. So I bought the most perfect day planner in life for about $2.
It's compact. It's light. It has oodles of space to write day things. It has TONS of space for extra notes. It's got a big address book. Maps and calendars and tables of important information and even a zodiac. I don't know how they fit all that stuff in there, but . . . boo yah. 3 Comments:Its a great time to find one of those. What was funny, a co-worker, kept going on about when we had time off..like that last January holiday..and she was a couple of days off. Finally, we told her..have you really looked at your Calender. She had her 2010 one still up. We had fun with her.
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That's FUNNY.
By Calenders are of no use to me because I always forget what day yesterday or any day before that was.
By 2.04.2011
 INCIDENTAL COMICS: Confessions of a Book Fiend: "Update: In time for the holidays, I have 11'x17' poster prints of this comic (or any other comic) available for $15 plus shipping. Contact m..." This is me. 4 Comments:What a great way to start Friday. Love the library fine mafia.
By Plot twist overload..love it!
By I should show this to my english teacher.... really cool blog by the way :D
By I haven't had a chance to read in forever. I feel so lifeless.
By 2.03.2011
 Labels: white ninja 2 Comments:hahahha..if all the doctors were like that.
By Gee, I wonder what happened.
By 2.02.2011
Labels: 30 rock 3 Comments:I should get caught up with this amazing show. It always gives me a good laugh.
By hahahaa...a must see TV show. Anytime.
By HAHA. I love that. x]
By 2.01.2011
 Labels: white ninja 3 Comments:hahahaaa..loved that last part
By Alice Hoffman's Black Bird House..the name of that book.
By Some giant needs a vasectomy, otherwise he will cause the pregnancies of thousands of teen mothers not ready for the responsibilities.
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