Curiosity Kills The Cat

I know you're still talking to each other.

And truthfully, I never believed you anyways.

Biggest Bluest Hi-Fi

Pen & Notebook by Camera Obscura

You saved for a bass guitar.
You knew you'd made a mistake when you first saw Marr.
With your pen and notebook, you've blown me away.
It's the smallest words we cannot say.

Your favorite color is that of red wine.
Which brings me around to your favorite pastime.
With your pen and notebook, you've blown me away,
and I won't be blamed for not feeling the same.

Are the stars out tonight
from the Southside?
Oh, the prettiest side.

Will you stumble or fall tonight?
Are you watching,
wrapped up cozy and tight?

We are not the same.
We are not the same.

If I Stand Perfectly Still

Today was one of the longest days of my life. It happened to be one of those days I spend entirely in the theatre. So it went something like this: Call, Matei's show The Actor's Nightmare, Nathan's show Riders to the Sea, call, house management for final performance of Arcadia, strike for Arcadia, dinner, sleep.

I imagine the way my body hurts is equivalent to what it feels like to get mauled by a bear.

(Note: Strike wasn't so bad really. I was fortunate enough to have you on my side.)

Good News

Back in the day, I entered a short story into the Associated Colleges of the Midwest Nick Adam's Short Story Contest. Today, via email, I found out that I won Honorable Mention. (They think I'm a man. Hilarious.) My favorite part? Audrey Niffenegger of The Time Traveler's Wife said my story was “an ambitious, clever piece with many moving parts, a real juggling act. The writer has a relaxed, wry voice that made the story very pleasurable.”

Well, that's all for now. Over and out.

Some Words From 8th Floor

I suppose I should say a bit about the past 24 hours, which are also known as the 'horrible, terrible, no-good-day'. It has been interesting to say the least.

  • Went to the Three Days of Rain callback.
  • Came back and found out our ceiling is leaking. Security and Physical Plant came. Wasn't fixed. Slept in my room anyways.
  • Woke up and made it to design a little late. Plumber came to my room to fix the broken pipe.
  • Found out I didn't get cast. Got lots of text messages that made me feel better.
  • Went to work and found out Amelie had to go to the hospital for a burn. Went to the hospital to keep her company.
  • Left the hospital with her and found out we had been locked out of our room. Had to call security and made a man let us in for free because of our horrible, terrible, no-good-day.
  • Got amazing tulips from Johnny. (Amelie got potted violets. See photo.)
  • Went to Riders to the Sea rehearsal.
  • Went to The Actor's Nightmare rehearsal.
  • Came back to Murray and realized I had no homework. Now I'm in Dylan's room watching the boys play Halo live. On Dylan's computer blogging because I'm a little bored.
  • Thinking about how I have to wake up at 7 in the morning tomorrow to be ready for the 8 o'clock call for the high school viewing of Arcadia.
  • Thinking about the beautiful tulips.
  • Thinking about how I need to learn all of my lines for all of the shows I'm in because they open on Saturday.
  • Thinking about how after Saturday and Sunday, my life is going to be super easy-breezy.
  • Thinking about Baltimore and how not-so-far away it is.
  • Thinking about how glad I am that I got a summer job.
Well. That's all for now.


Karma's a Bitch

Interesting how these things work.

You're mean once in your life, and the ceiling of your room caves in and rain water floods your bed. Fantastic.

Anyways, yesterday was the audition for Three Days of Rain and today was the callbacks. No idea how they went. Really just don't know.

Then Kiss Me

"What power has love but forgiveness?
In other words
by its intervention
what has been done
can be undone.
What good is it otherwise?"

- William Carlos Williams



We'll be okay. I feel it in my bones.

Interesting, Charles

http://laceandlilac.tumblr.com/

Way fun. (Not a permanent move. More like an extension.)

It's Far Too Easy To Lose The Remote

I hope my children are born with internal Rewind Buttons.

That way they will always have the perfect comebacks.

Writing Stories Set In Space

You know what's extremely difficult? When you have to memorize two plays in less than a week. Especially when one of them is a modern comedy and the other was written in 190whatever and has to be done in an Irish accent. AND, on top of all of that, we are going into tech week for Arcadia, I'm behind in Design and Topics homework, and I have an Environment exam and a Directing scene on Friday. Not to mention the fact that I'm broke, I'm ill, and I'm extraordinarily tired (despite the frequent nap time).

On a good note:
1. No class tomorrow
2. John is having a good hair day
3. It's almost Flunk Day
4. It's almost the end of the semester
5. It's almost time for bed

Beard Kisses (Hurt)

Things I'm looking forward to (happening eventually):

1. Chicago
2. Zion
3. Canada
4. Colorado
5. Ocean City
6. New York

It has been the nicest weekend, spent mostly in bed. A lovely weekend, indeed.

Maybe I'll End Up That Way

Things I don't have:

1. An Irish brogue.
2. A car.
3. Plans for the summer.
4. Sleep deprivation.
5. A job.
6. The new Decemberists CD.
7. A roommate for next year.
8. Money for a haircut.
9. Patience.
10. A coat for this weather.