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Nov. 14th, 2004 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pipistrellafelixWhat am I doing, trying to write an entry while talking to three people at once?
Whoa. Smells of microwave popcorn drifting through the window...
I spent most of the weekend at home feeling unwell, and therefore sorry for myself, in a debilitating cycle. *sigh* Gad, I'm stupid sometimes. But I did finish book eight of the Ethics, and I have topic for Plato paper. And I managed to pick myself up and get back to my dorm.
I went to dinner tonight at Madsen's, with Kyle, Elaine and Erin...it was good. The food was delicious and homecooked and the conversation was interesting and we laughed and it was sort of comforting. My stomach is a little sore still, but it's the sore of eating-much-good-food rather than the sore of not-enough-food-and-bad-at-that.
My audition was on Saturday. On Friday I worked with Shana and did some fabulous things, I love it when acting goes right. My audition went...okay, I guess. I did the monologue well, I thought, although not as brilliantly as when I hit it on the head on Friday. He asked if I knew any jokes and my mind went blank, which in retrospect was probably a bad thing. I didn't get called back, though...*sigh* Someday, dammit, I will be in that play. Someday. Next quarter SU is doing "Top Girls" and if I don't get into that, I shall march into SSC and ask to be Kelly's assistant for Love's Labours.
But I had an interesting moment sitting in the small room just off East Hall Theater, staring at the old wood of the walls and the old-but-loved building, waiting for my turn in front of a director I'd never met, surrounded by people I didn't know (except my mother of course), but who all shared a passion with me, of that much I could be sure. And I had a brief thought of This could be my life. I could spend my life doing this, putting myself forward, spilling myself out to people I don't know and may never see again, all for a chance to stand under some lights and pretend to be somebody I'm not. It was utterly thrilling.
Whoa. Smells of microwave popcorn drifting through the window...
I spent most of the weekend at home feeling unwell, and therefore sorry for myself, in a debilitating cycle. *sigh* Gad, I'm stupid sometimes. But I did finish book eight of the Ethics, and I have topic for Plato paper. And I managed to pick myself up and get back to my dorm.
I went to dinner tonight at Madsen's, with Kyle, Elaine and Erin...it was good. The food was delicious and homecooked and the conversation was interesting and we laughed and it was sort of comforting. My stomach is a little sore still, but it's the sore of eating-much-good-food rather than the sore of not-enough-food-and-bad-at-that.
My audition was on Saturday. On Friday I worked with Shana and did some fabulous things, I love it when acting goes right. My audition went...okay, I guess. I did the monologue well, I thought, although not as brilliantly as when I hit it on the head on Friday. He asked if I knew any jokes and my mind went blank, which in retrospect was probably a bad thing. I didn't get called back, though...*sigh* Someday, dammit, I will be in that play. Someday. Next quarter SU is doing "Top Girls" and if I don't get into that, I shall march into SSC and ask to be Kelly's assistant for Love's Labours.
But I had an interesting moment sitting in the small room just off East Hall Theater, staring at the old wood of the walls and the old-but-loved building, waiting for my turn in front of a director I'd never met, surrounded by people I didn't know (except my mother of course), but who all shared a passion with me, of that much I could be sure. And I had a brief thought of This could be my life. I could spend my life doing this, putting myself forward, spilling myself out to people I don't know and may never see again, all for a chance to stand under some lights and pretend to be somebody I'm not. It was utterly thrilling.
