Sunday, July 31, 2011

The life

What have I been doing with my life lately?

I got a baby bearded dragon, whom I've named Targaryan (Gary for short) and he is awesome and adorable. I've been taking care of him and making sure he grows up healthy, which is really fun for me, as taking care of pets is one of my favorite things to do.

I've been working on my apartment, getting things taken care of, and finally arranging my life together.

I've been stretching and working out (not as much as I need to be).

I've been making food for myself.

I've been organizing and cleaning.

I've been traveling lots every day around NYC, and spend a lot of time reading on the subway.

I've been meeting up with friends and having a great time.

So, have I gotten another acting job yet? No, but I will one of these days. It's even harder to get a normal job (coffee, retail, restaurant or otherwise) but I'll work on that too. I applied at various clothing stores, five different Starbucks, some bakeries... soon I'll apply at an exotic pet store. Anything to keep the Ramen in my cabinet. Haha.

So that's all. Not too exciting, but I'm finally getting a nice little life carved out for myself here, and it's all right.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

A video from tour

I just found this in my iMovie archives! I wish I'd put it up earlier. This is from a dressing room in-- somewhere either in Canada or Georgia, I want to say (I know, they're so similar, right?) but anyway, I decided to make myself a Korean pop star for some reason. This is before Act I, I think we're at ten or something. Seems it, since we're all in full costume/makeup. Anyway... here goes.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Thoughts of a non-equity actor at an EPA

5:00 am
*Korean pop music begins blaring from phone*
...damn, I guess I'd better get up. Sucks I have to wake up the poor sleepy boyfriend to drive me to Flushing. I'd have stayed at my apartment for a shorter commute but we got home so late from the trip upstate that I crashed... Wait, what? He's already ready? How does-- nevermind. Where the hell is mah metrocard? Let's rock this shit.
Wow, I'm the only one here. This is weird. The doors are locked. Am I even in the right place?
Oh sweet, someone else. I guess we're supposed to form a line outside the building.
Yup. We do form a line outside the building. Now I feel bad texting Jen at the crack of dawn.
Need Starbucks. Need yogurt.
I made a joke about getting out of line and now I'm number four instead of first, but none of these other three girls laughed. I think they think I'm being passive aggressive. Now I'm self conscious. I will no longer try to make conversation and crack open a book instead.
I like Tolstoy. I'm going to tweet about Tolstoy and auditioning and how I'm sitting in the street.
Great, I'm that girl. The one obnoxiously curling her eyelashes. In her phone reflection. In the middle of the sidewalk.
Wait, there's dudes here too. I thought this was just a female call. Now I'm confused. Maybe they're having a call for another show today as well.
Talked to the girl behind me about how neither of us have been to an EPA in ages. ...great, now I have to... Er... well, uo yao bang sai. Bu hao. Very bu hao. (for those who are unfamiliar with the Chao Zho dialect, "bang" means to, er, "make" and sai is... well, "shit".
Can't get outta line, but desperately need to bang sai. Considering running back to nearest Starbucks.
I am entrusting a complete stranger with my stuff while I run south two blocks to the Marriott Marquis. It's bringing back a lot of memories of when I used to come here as a little kid with my grandma and mother. ...geez, what a spoiled kid. Aw look, tourists, how adorable, they look confused.
Returning to line. Bang sai completed successfully! Ten points for Ravenclaw!
Omg we're going in
AAAAUGHH I SIGNED THE 'CAMELOT' FORM INSTEAD OF THE RIGHT ONE AND CROSSED MY NAME OUT and now they're going to think I am sufficiently mentally handicapped that I can't read the right form. Maybe I should bring in War and Peace to prove that I can read big words and am not actually mentally handicapped.
I'm first in the list for this show! This never happens. Maybe this is an unpopular show. Wait, it's brand new.
Sitting next to the same girl I sat next to at the Godspell open call. What is my life
Holy balls she's from Texas and has done Casa Mañana work. WHAT IS MY LIFE
I am slowly realizing that I'm way too young to be auditioning for this role. Why can't I be like those girls who look thirty and sexy in their teens? I'm doomed to play preteen roles for eternity.
And now we play the waiting game.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Simple wisdom from an outsider

Back in the saddle, y'all.

It's summertime, and that means lots of auditions for those of us who didn't get summer stock jobs (or, if you're like me, never, ever seem to get a summer stock job. Ever.) which is really great because it opens up lots of opportunities. It also means, though, that now I have to actually go on said auditions, and it has been more than a year since I've been to any audition. The last audition I went to was for the Wizard of Oz tour.

So I found some auditions, unearthed and brushed the dust off my rep book, and found my go-to dress and whatnot.

I started talking to the boyfriend about going to four auditions in a week. (Mind you, if you are new to this blog, my boyfriend is a science major. He has no knowledge of theater, nor does he wish to, to any extent. I think that's just fine.)

Me: "Wow. This will be my first audition in more than a year."
Him: "Hm, back in the saddle. How does it feel?"
Me: "Feel? Uh... kind of strange, I guess. Maybe I should be a little nervous. Like I'm out of practice, you know. I'll be rusty."
Him: "What? You're just going into a room and singing. You do the same thing at karaoke or the shower."

And then I laughed because I realized, yes, it's true, that's all auditioning is. You just walk into a room and sing part of a song. When you think of it that way, it's the simplest thing in the world.

Simple wisdom from someone who has never been to an audition and never will. (But if he does, it would be hilarious.)

Time to start singing again.