| Williamstown: Update Dooay |
[Jun. 17th, 2006|04:21 pm] |
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Things continue to be awesome here at the festival. I found out today that I made one of the directing intern's shows, so that's way exciting. I get to be a ghost/monster in this play by John Patrick Shanley called Let's Go Out into the Starry Night. Yeah, yeah, Ghost/Monster...funny becaue I'm tall, but still cool, because there were only about 20 or so spots in the shows, and getting one is pretty awesome. I finally excercised today, which I'm sure you're all thrilled to know. Also, we just had this really fun Apprentice Jam session/sing-a-long on the quad, which was really awesome, the people here are great. Well, I need to jump in the shower, more to come soon. PS- The non-eq company is doing Miss Julie...*Insert Hexplosion Here* |
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| Williamstown: Day One |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|04:29 pm] |
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This place rocks. I've been here just over 24 hrs., and I couldn't be more excited about the summer. We had our first full day today, and the apprentices spent it doing monologues from 10-4, which was awesome, boring, grueling, and incredibly exciting at the same time. I ended up going with my Pinter piece, which went pretty well. Overall, I was pleased. I felt like I was right in the middle of the bunch, maybe a bit above average, which is just fine with me. Some people were really good, others...not so much. Everyone is really encouraging and fun though, so it's a great atmosphere. I get the night off tonight, because I'm not auditioning for Anything Goes, because I can't tap dance...TEACH ME LAURA PETERSON! TEACH ME!! Cast lists should go up soon for the other shows, however, and hopefully my name will be on it, but if not...no big deal. I'm at fucking Williamstown, and that's good enough for me. I must make a visit to naptown now, but more updates will follow. Chaos. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|10:42 pm] |
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I just saw The Break Up...it was OK, but it's hard for me to hate anything that Vince Vaughn is in, so I may be biased. Jennifer Anniston is also rockin' hot, so that made it fun as well. Also, for all of you music snobs out there...The Old 97s are in the movie for one scene, so there's a reason to go see it. Peace. |
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| Still Alive... |
[Jun. 3rd, 2006|06:37 pm] |
Yes, it's been forever since I've updated my livejournal, and no I'm not upset about it, so you shouldn't be either. Things have been going quite well lately. London was fantastic, we saw some great shows, some OK shows, and some REALLY shitty ones, but not too many. The reality that is Williamstown Theatre Festival has still not set in yet, and I'm sure it won't until I get there. I've been picking Haas' brain about it, but I'm sure all the ways in which I've attempted to prepare myself will utterly break down when I actually arrive and immerse myself in the theatrical wonderland/totally intimidating experience that will be my summer. I'm in the process of finding audition pieces, and I will continue to feel completely worthless and unprepared until I actually know what I'm doing Nevertheless, I'm extremely excited to go and I'm extremely grateful for the opportunity.
So much has happened since I last updated, like my junior year of college, so I suppose some reflection upon it is due. All in all, 2005/2006 was pretty awesome. I loved living with Seth and the Don, although I have regrets that my personally life caused a lot of issues throughout the year, and I will be eternally sorry for that. It was what it was, and for the most part is was fucking awesome. The last 510 night on the parking garage was awesome, despite the fact that we didn't get to destroy anything, and that the cop was really annoying. I'm already looking forward to 1003 DUE, especially after hanging out with Eli in London, where he got it DONALD every way. Hopefully by August I will know whether or not theatre is the life for me, at which point I will be ready to start senior year off right with the 1003 boys.
More recently, I've seen both MI III and X-Men III. Mission Impossible was much better I'm sorry to say. X-Men sucked because Brett Ratner is an idiot, and so is Halley Barry. I give MI III an A-, while X-Men comes away with a very disappointing C-. I had a wonderful lunch with ol' Haas yesterday at TGI Fridays, where our waitress was INCREDIBLY irritating, and didn't like soup. Who doesn't like soup? I mean honestly, it's broth, meat, vegetables, and cheese in varying combinations. We talked about lots of things, how much the waitress sucked dominated part of the conversation, but we mostly discussed London, Williamstown, theatre in general, and how awesome we are, as usual. It was a very nice afternoon, and I look forward to hanging out with him again when he returns from Chicago and when Mr. Cunt gets back from Tampa.
I think that is about all for now. I'm going to attempt to keep updating regularly from Williamstown, as I'm sure everyone is thrilled to know, but I'm not making any promises. |
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| I shot a man in Reno...just to watch him die. |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|08:28 pm] |
I'm finally updating, for the first time in about a million years, and I must say I'm looking foward to the point at which I update often enough to not have to open each post with a statement about how long it's been since my last entry. perhaps that day will come, perhaps not, there's no way to tell. And for some reason, I cannot type a capital "p" on this keyboard. Damn Sarratt and its shoddy technology. I'm on the infamous "in between rehearsal call times" break, the dead zone in which there is not enough time to get any work done, and even if there was, who would want to. Once you get started you'd just have to stop to go to rehearsal again. I've opted for the Livejournal post, which seems to be a sufficient way to waste my time at this point.
Things, as you might imagine, have been quite busy lately. Juggling classes, homework, rehearsal and a girlfriend have proved more time consuming than I would have thought. Despite the fact that I am convinced that there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish what I need to get done, life is generally good. Rehearsals for Getting Out are coming along, and the classes aren't too bad. This semester of college marks the first time in my academic career that I did not study for a test. I had an Astronomy exam and an Economics midterm on the same day, and decided that Astronomy wasn't worth studying for. The result: A-. Unbelieveable. It appears Seth's plan of doing no work, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and free-basing cocaine is not as ridiculous as I previously thought. However, I don't plan on making not studying a habit.
VUT this year has been, well...different. I obviouly never expected things to be as good as last year, but some things have been better, others worse. The freshman class I believe would fall in the latter category. Needless to say, they aren't exactly All Stars. I've enjoyed actually being in productions this year, and I am loving Directing with Terryl, and wishing she could teach every class I take. Also, I've come to the point were I'm beginning to take a serious look at my life as an actor after Vanderbilt. I constantly rack my brain with the thought that I need to begin contacting grad schools, finding somewhere to go this summer, and starting to read plays to find monologues. I find the more I don't do this, the more desperation I feel, yet I'm still not starting the process. Hopefully I will whip myself into shape momentarily and start taking steps to making what I want to happen, happen, which is the only real way to get it done. But boozing/etc. does get in the way, doesn't it?
510 has been wonderful thus far. It seems like we don't hang out as much as the boys did in 1003, but then again 510 isn't 1003. I think we're starting to find our own dynamic, and that things are developing nicely despite all the things each of us have on our plates. And it's a good thing we don't actually have "plates of life," because Don wouldn't wash his. But really, it's been great so far, and I only foresee it getting better.
I feel like I have so much more that I want to say, but nothing comes to mind other than the fact that I want rehearsal to be over so that I can go to bed. Sleep has not exactly been easy to come by this semester, but thanks to Halls Defense Vitamin C, I'm no worse for wear, and healthy as ever. I miss all of you who are abroad/ in grad school/ in Hell dearly, and I can't wait to see all of you sometime soon. Except those in Hell. Don't expect a visit soon, but never fear, I'm sure I have a room reserved, along with every other interesting and fun person in the world. I hope you weren't expecting the title of the post to come into the picture or relate in any fashion. If you were, I apologize. It's merely a reflection of my new found love for Johnny Cash, and that lyric in particular.
Chaos. |
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| Back in Black |
[Sep. 21st, 2005|01:27 am] |
Ok, so I'm a huge homo for not updating for a million years, but things have been insane. Ummm, I don't even remember the last time I updated or what I said, even though that information is easily accessible, I'm too lazy to find it out. So, here it goes. Things are for the most part great. Classes aren't that difficult, I LOVE Directing because Terryl is one of the most amazing people ever, 510 is like Disney World, except with more beer and AIDS jokes, and I'm in both shows this semester, so I really couldn't ask for much more at this point.
The jury is still out on the freshmen, some are cool, some aren't, but the herd hasn't quite separated yet, so the final judgment will have to wait until next semester. I miss all of you who have graduated so desperately, and I enjoy reading your Livejournals and getting the ocassional phone call, so please keep in touch. This may be the most banal post ever, but I'm still tired from staying up all night on Sunday doing homework, so I don't want any shit. The Man Who Came to Dinner is going to be really good I think. Jon will put together a great show, and Jason is wonderful as always, so I'm not worried.
I think that's about it for the moment. I got passed the Departmental Auditions and will be going to TTA in hopes of reaching SETC, so that's simultaneously awesome and dumbfounding, as one of the monologues I did was the worst thing ever. Terryl is going to be the acting coach for the few of us that auditioned, so working with her will be fun. Well, I'm off to bed, hopefully more less banal posts will follow shortly. |
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| Oh my (Faggot) God... |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|08:58 pm] |
Ok, so in a move that makes the top five gayest things I have ever done (Others on the list include watching Friends for more than 5 hours straight, and of course...having sex with a man), I got highlights in my hair when I got a haircut today. Don't ask why, because I don't know. I was feeling like doing something new and adventurous, and getting a radically different haircut happened to be the best outlet at the moment. And after staring in the mirror for about an hour and crying away the last vestiges of my heterosexuality, I actually began to like it.
It's a little short at the moment, but I think it'll look good eventually. It's somewhere in between a Brad Pitt haircut gone wrong and an incredibly stylish look at the moment, though leaning more towards the former at this point.
I'll get my first friend feedback tomorrow. My mom likes it, but she would think I was still handsome if I walked in with a dead rodent strapped to my head. So the verdict will be in after lunch time. And I'm certain it will get a hearty chuckle and a finger point out of Mr. Hunt when I see him soon, but I'll just retort with two simple words...excess face. We'll shall see how it turns out. |
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| Flying the Middle Finger |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|11:01 pm] |
I've recently come to a revelation. I know absolutely nothing. In my recent musings regarding how fun it would be to know everything there is to know about everything, I've discovered that I possess no practical knowledge about how to get along in life. This revelation came in thinking of the future, and living on my own, grad school, etc, and it occurred to me that I am completely unprepared to function in society. Although I have done reasonably well in school, and consider myself to be at least fairly intelligent, it amazed me how little common sense and practical knowledge I have. For example, I have NO idea how to work on anything mechanical whatsoever. I didn't even know how to use power tools until I started working in the shop, for crying out loud. I was helping my dad fix his car the other day and was of no help at all. I had no clue about the inner workings of an automobile or an internal combustion engine, apart from the fact that the combustion of gasoline in the pistons makes the car go when I put my foot on the accelerator. Furthermore, I have no idea how to do taxes, or what's involved in paying them. I only know that I have to pay them, or the IRS will get angry. The list goes on: getting insurance, what to invest money in, and a myriad of other essential components that I see as necessary to not end up being a hobo or a 40 year old man-child living at home.
Maybe it's just because I have way too much time on my hands, and I'm worrying about it for no reason. Or maybe it's a huge problem. I suppose that I'll find out soon enough. But it did make me question the fact that maybe the education system needs to be refined in such a way that teaches kids these essential, and practical tools that will help them make the transition into independence and adulthood. But you know what? Fuck it, I'm 20. I'm invincible for another year. So until then, the world can suck on my middle finger, because that's all it's getting from me until I have to live on my own.
Well, as usual nothing too exciting happening. I saw The Island. Scarlett Johansson was really hot, but the movie wasn't very good. But all I really ask out of most the movies that come to the major theaters is that they give me my money's worth in mindless entertainment, and it did, so it was ok with me. Hopefully something else good will come to the Belcourt soon, as that seems to be my only access to films. I've seen plenty of movies this summer, I'm ready for something to move me when I go to the cinema. I'm ready for a fuckin' film. We shall see. The shopping whirlwind seems to have died down with my mom. We've made a lot of progress, and have bought a ton of stuff for the triple next year. I'm so ready for school to start for so many reasons. It's going to be a great year, and I'm really looking forward to it. Hopefully I will get to see Jeff and Rios this weekend which will throw a welcome wrench into the routine I've been keeping up all summer. Which basically involves waking up, doing nothing, then going to sleep. I'm sure I'll look back at all the free time and wish I had it when school gets busy, but oh well, I'm bored now and wish I wasn't, and that's the way it is. Peace. |
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| A Day of Vince Vaughn |
[Jul. 16th, 2005|06:42 pm] |
I bought the unrated version of Dodgeball yesterday, and overall, I'd say it was worth the twenty bucks I shelled out for it. There weren't many changes to the film itself, a few slight ones that were mostly funny, but the special features alone where worth the money. I love me some Dodgeball, and especially Vince Vaughn, he's great. Speaking of, I saw Wedding Crashers, which I absolutely loved. I thought it was hilarious, despite the bathroom humor moments. (But let's be honest...I'm not the wittiest person around, so bathroom humor works for me just fine, haha). I'm just glad somebody grew the stones to finally release an R-rated comedy this summer, and didn't dumb it down so that they could appeal to the wider PG-13 audience. Fuck the thirteen year old kids. They plague the movie theatre, make it too crowded, the girls dress like they're 19, which is disgusting, and here anyway, all they do is sit outside and chain smoke, and find dark corners to fool around in. (No joke, several kids have been arrested for receiving and giving blowjobs/humjobs in the bathrooms). So anyway, Vince Vaughn was great, Rachel McAdams is really hot, and I laughed a lot. Also, the woman who was opposite Vince Vaughn was hilarious, hot and stole the show. Her name escapes me at the moment, but she's engaged to none other than Sasha Baren Cohen, aka "Ali G." And today I caught Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I actually really liked it. I'm a big Tim Burton fan, and I liked Johnny Depp in it. This was my first exposure to the crazy chocolatier, I haven't read Dahl's novel, nor have I seen the original with Gene Wilder. But, for what this was I thought it was good, and very fun.
Well, I think that's all for now, I'm off to grab dinner with the parents. |
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| Monthly Musings.... |
[Jul. 10th, 2005|09:12 pm] |
Well, I'm rather sad that I do so little that it only requires me to post about once a month, but such is the life I lead at the moment. However, this post should be filled to the brim with exciting tales, as it has been quite the eventful month. Where to begin? Not much happened during the rest of June, I had my Econ class of course, and the occasional entertaining evening out on the town with Barb and Mike, but other than that, it was quite banal. Despite the fact that last month was on par with the majority of the summer (boring...), these first few days of July have been wonderful.
As most of you may know I house sat for the Ulloms, which was really fun, more so than I expected it to be. His dogs are amazing, but smelly, and they did make the occasional mess, which was surprising for dogs of 3 and 6 years old. But, it was great regardless. Jeff bought me booze, I discovered that Tennis is amazing, and I had a wonderful Fourth of July. First of all, on July 3rd I went to my best friend's house in Franklin for some pre-fourth cooking out and explosions. There was quite the crowd there, a lot of his friends from church and some of my good friends from high school. But dear Lord, this guy that my friend's sister is dating may be one of the most annoying people I have ever met. Let me start by saying that he is an extremely nice guy and means well, but oh man...it's ridiculous. First of all, he has a speech impediment that causes all of his "v's" to be "w's," and gives him the general sound of about a four year old. He's been trying very hard to make an impression on my friend's parents and on him, being the older brother of the girl he's dating. Let me just clue you in on some of sayings and doings at the party. Upon meeting my friend Shane's parents for the first time, he said, (and remember this is with the speech impediment), "Hello, I'm Sean, I'm Margaret's boyfriend, and I just slept with your son." Now, the Magees are pretty cool and crazy people...but even they didn't know what to say to that, who would? And then, as we were setting off fireworks, he was jumping around...well more like frolicking really...with sparklers and humming some weird song. At which point I found out he is going to be a Theatre major at Evansville University, and I was like, "Wonderful, just the image the world needs of people who major in Theatre." But it gets better. Then he proceeded to shoot off fire works into houses and nearby trees when he tied three or seven bottle rockets together, which I guess was supposed to impress everyone? All I know was I wanted to shove three or seven bottle rockets down his throat with the fuses lit by the time the night was over.
On the actual fourth I had a lovely time at D'nelle's with Haas, Ms. D herself, her roomates(?) and Dr. Love, who is quickly becoming one of my favorite people. We see each other in the Rec Center quite often now and have been having some wonderful conversations. Don gave most of the details of the fireworks in his post. They were absolutely magical, and I had a wonderful time with ol' Faggo, Don and D'nelle. I almost didn't go up there because I was lazy and didn't want to make the trip but I am very glad I did. But the event of the night was Don getting his ass inspected and approved by the politest and coolest homeless man I've ever given money to. It was amazing, and I kind of wish we would have taken a picture of him for posterity's sake. The next day I ate dinner with Haas on trashy ol' 19th avenue at Royal Thai. It was wonderful as is most all of the time I spend with Haas. We talked about the crazy Asain lady who cut his hair and has sexual experiences with Jesus, our own crazy parents, grad school, relationships and how awesome next year is going to be. I would normally insert something sappy right now about how great you are Haas, you big homo, and how much I love spending time with you...but I won't, you big homo.
I believe that's about it. I've seen several movies, but none as good as Batman, which is still the best movie of the summer, Jeff Hunt you're a giant faggot, but I still love you...a little. I did get to catch a wonderful double feature at the Belcourt last night, Citizen Kane and Casablanca, which both get giant A's in my book. Later. |
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| Jolly Green Machine on the scene |
[Jun. 6th, 2005|11:08 am] |
Well, that past few days seem to have been about as uneventful as the rest of my unemployed summer, but have been nice nonetheless. But, I did get to hang out with Haas, Jeff and Jason a few days ago, and that was anything but uneventful, as usual. I got to play designated driver! Yay! It was fun actually...I'd never done it before. OH! And drum-roll please....I witnessed an event that few who walk this earth will ever see...JASON DECHERT PURCHASED AN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE!!!!! He tasted it and promptly passed in on to Jeff who had like dooay trillion beers at Flying Saucer before we moved on to Jackson's. Jacksons was very pleasant, and we were joined there by none other than Mr. James Doyle. Our waitress was Brazilian and very hot. It was nice to see the old fag patrol again. I miss those guys. And the night before that we ate at Jackson's and saw the Enron documentary, which was quite interesting...but without my recently acquired Economics knowledge I don't think I would have understood what the fuck was going on, or even that what they did was illegal. But man was it ever...those guys should burn.
Other than that...not much has been going on. I'm already to go for summer school. I just registered today and found out that my professor's name is Zhu Min...which probably means he can't speak a word of English. Excuse the racial stereotype and general assholishness...but we'll see if I'm right or not tomorrow. I've actually been half way productive the past few days, I've helped Barb in the yard with her massive amounts of weeding/gardening she feels obligated to do, and expanded my mind with some nice reading. Oh...I saw Cinderella Man with my dad on Friday. And despite how much I fucking hate Russell Crowe...it was alright. It was ok, but I know it's going to get a zillion Oscar nominations because Ron Howard directed it and Brian Glazer produced it. And I am so pissed off at Hollywood. Most the fucking "actors" drop out of high school or college, barely have any education...acting or otherwise and make it because they look pretty. Half of them are untalented, unprofessional idiots...the other are criminals...Ol' Russell got arrested for assault yesterday because he's a FUCKING DUMB-SHIT and can't control his temper, but it'll be ok because he's famous and America loves him and thinks he great. And then Christian Slater got arrested for sexually assaulting some woman. I mean, this is ridiculous. I just think it's terrible that all of these bastards get to make a living acting, doing what they love (well, supposedly), and they take it for granted and act like complete fools. I mean, this is the profession that I would really like to go into (but probably won't due to height/lack of talent), and here these losers get the opportunity to, and they act like retards. Uggh. And there's Clevy's rant for the day.
I watched the Tony's last night. I never have before and I enjoyed them. It was fun to watch and made me love theatre, even though it's recent quality might not be so great. It also made me want to drop everything, go to New York and see everything on Broadway, crap or not. But oh man...Hugh Jackman is a GIANT faggot. What was with his like hour long dance number? I was like...what the fuck is this...this is completely unnecessary. I think I would have rather liked to watch Billy Crystal host. And Hugh and Aretha Franklin? Woof. Ol' Aretha is too fat to move...let alone sing. You could could hear the greasy food stuck in her throat. One more for good measure...Woof. But all in all, they were fun to watch. I think I'm done rambling for the moment, later.
PS CONGRATS TO JEFF AND LILLA ON BEING EMPLOYED!! WOO! |
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| Relaxation Station |
[May. 27th, 2005|08:01 pm] |
So, I'm down here at the lake and on a dial-up connection, and boy do I miss Resnet...dial up is for chumps. I've concluded that the lake is awesome, and all of you who disagree can go to hell. I've found it to be incredibly relaxing in the few days I've been down here all by my lonesome. I've been able to spend a lot of quality time with myself, and no, not like that...well, maybe just a little. In all seriousness, it's been wonderful. I've thought a lot about well, everything, post graduation plans (what the fuck do I want to do with my life?/ should I even try to be an actor?/ are my grades so bad that I won't be able to get a job if acting doesn't work?), how my life is right now, and why the fuck am I so tall...my parents aren't tall. And I discovered several things, I shouldn't waste time worrying about everything, life is too damned short to worry about it. I'll do the best I can in college, I've been doing that thus far, and I can't do anything but that, and my grades will be what they are. Also, YES! I should try to be an actor, yeah, I'm not great, but it's been my dream since I was a little kid, and I won't be happy/fulfilled unless I try, so damn it, I'm going to give it my all, and if I fail, so what. And as for being tall, I'll say this, the mailman...dude, he was a fucking giant.
In the past couple days I've done a lot of reading. I'm still working on getting through "A Challenge for the Actor." I don't like it as much as "Respect for Acting," and man, Uta Hagen is one crazy lady. I really wish she wasn't dead because I think it would immensely entertaining to sit down and have a cup of coffee with that woman. After I finish her book, hopefully I'll move on to some plays. I've recently discovered that my theatrical knowledge is severely lacking, so I'm going to try to read a little of everything, some Shakespeare, Moliere, Shepard, and some other modern plays. In the next couple of weeks, things get busy, I'm going to start taking voice lessons again, and I'll start summer school soon to get that C on my GPA replaced with something decent. That's about all for now, but, some final thoughts are in order: American Idol blows, yes Carrie's got some pipes, but she has the stage presence of a slab of granite. Bo got snubbed, end of story. The call from Jeff and Seth was hilarious, and I can't wait to see Haas and Jeff next week...wooo! Also, my dad has a set of watercolor paints down here...I believe we might see the emergence of Clevy as a painter, we'll see how it goes. |
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| Yeah...I'm still alive |
[May. 22nd, 2005|03:49 pm] |
Ah to be home again...it was great for about five minutes, but now I desperately just want to be back at school. The summer has just barely begun, but I'm really quite sick of it already. I miss everyone so much, I miss Neely, and I miss inappropriate jokes regarding individuals' sexual preferences. But, all will be well again come August with the board meeting at the Hallquists and moving in to ol' Morgan 510, which will immediately lift my spirits I'm sure. It will be nice to see everyone again, even though a lot of people I want to see won't be there, whether it be due to graduation or a semester abroad. However, I think next year is going to be a ton of fun.
So, let us see...it's been forever and a day since I last posted, so let me catch everyone up. Obviously, leaving school was sad...blah, blah, blah. Coming home was quite pleasant, I liked getting to see the parents again and getting to spend time with them, which is always nice. But, I was immediately hounded by phone calls from people from high school wanting to hang out with me (because I'm SOOO popular and wonderful...haha). There's something extremely odd about my high school friends that I've recently discovered. I somehow managed to bridge two COMPLETELY different groups of individuals in high school, and managed to hang out with both without any problems. I find that to be quite puzzling due to the fact that my high school was extremely cliquish and well...rich and snobby...go figure. However, on the one hand I have my nerd friends, who I adore and find to be the people I had the deepest connection with in high school, because after all, I'm a giant nerd at heart, no pun intended. They're my friends who don't drink or party, but the friends that I go to movies with, go bowling with, and have really amazing and intelligent conversations with most of the time. Then I have my "cool" friends from high school, whom I also love to spend time with, but it's such a different atmosphere. I mean, these kids for the most part, were always cool, always popular, and I somehow magically infiltrated this cult my junior year. With this group I drink and party, and play massive amounts of Halo 2 (DOOAY!) with all the time. I find myself to be two completely different Matt's...ah hell who am I kidding...Clevy's in these groups. (I might as well change my name to Clevy...literally only four people call me Matt...my mom, my dad, my uncle, and Caitlin). Anyway...amongst my nerdular friends I feel much more comfortable for some reason. When I'm with them, I'm the life of the party and ALWAYS funny and crazy, and well...immature, but that's why they love me. At the same time, they also respect me as an intellectual and realize that I'm much more than how stupid/funny/immature I may act. With my other friends I feel like I'm just another face in the crowd, and that I'm not as cool as they are I guess. I mean, they're still my friends, but I just don't feel I belong there I suppose. I'm just a lot more reserved and quiet it seems like, and I don't know why...it's very strange to me. Regardless...I still hang out with both groups and love them equally.
Wow, sorry for the large tangent. Well, since I've been home I've watched all of the first three seasons of Seinfeld and I'm hooked. I just bought the fourth season the other day. It's a brilliant show and I absolutely love Jason Alexander and Michael Richards, I think they both steal the show outright. It's great to watch TV on DVD like I've been doing for the past few months. There aren't any commericals and I can watch a whole season in one day if I like. And for Seinfeld at least...I won't go as far as to say this for Friends...I can actually see the development and change of the characters, particularly with Kramer in Seinfeld. It's nice to know that actors care about the characters they are playing and aren't just concerned with the money, and I see a lot of that in Michael Richards, particularly after watching the interviews on the DVDs. I've also watched a lot of movies I've wanted to see. I finally saw The Life Aquatic, which I really enjoyed. I knew a lot of Wes Anderson fans weren't crazy about it, but I really liked it. I thought Bill Murray was great, as was Willem Dafoe, but I couldn't stand Owen Wilson and I'm glad he died (sorry for those of you who haven't seen it). I saw Phantom as well, but I much prefer the stage version...Joel Schumacher is a tool, but Emmy Rossum is BANGIN' HOT, and I would give her all of my kinds. There were some good performances, but I'm interested to know if everyone did there own singing. I've also been on an old movie stint, and have found it to be quite pleasing, and I think I'll continue it.
And of course...being the giant nerd I am...went to see the midnight showing of Episode III, and got about what I expected. Bad direction, awful dialoge, and really cool lightsaber battles, which is all I really want anyway. I mean, let's be honest, George Lucas ruined his own best idea. The first films were revolutionary, but not great, and the first two prequels were some of the worst things ever shown on a movie screen. Nevertheless, I think this was by far the best of this new trilogy, Hayden Christiansen was tolerable, but in the scenes with just him and what's her face...I was like...Jesus, somebody pull out a lightsaber. However, I'm not ashamed to admit that the Star Wars saga is one of the greatest things ever, and I hold so many fond memories from my childhood of seeing the original movies on video, spending constant days outside with my friends running around with dowel rods stuck into the end of flashlights pretending we were Jedi Knights, and being amazingly excited when the movies were going to be re-released. And yes...even more so not ashamed to admit...I was so excited/sad/deeply moved in numerous ways when the scrolling text flashed on the screen and began to move across the background of space that I shed a tear, knowing that it would probably be the last time I'd get to experience that event for the first time in a movie theatre. But yes, bad movie, but I still loved it, and I'm probably going to go see it with my dad tonight.
Well, the ol' Econ grade came in, big fat C...so I'll be retaking that this summer instead of working/acting anywhere. But I'll be glad to get it over with, and happy that I won't have to retake it during the school year. So, that will pretty much be my summer. Taking Econ, hanging out with friends from high school, and driving up to Vandy to hang out with Jason in June. Pretty simple, but I'll enjoy it, and anxiously await the arrival of August. |
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| To those I must say goodbye to... |
[May. 2nd, 2005|03:33 pm] |
In reading everyone's recent posts regarding the end of college careers, and migrations into the real world, I've done some thinking and reflecting of my own. Imagine that, me thinking, what a novel concept. I've often mused that it is truly amazing how our lives are constructed, and how the meetings we have with people come about. It's interesting to me to think of the idea of our lives being like lines on this nebulous, universal plane we call existence. Your line is just a continuous stream on this plane and as it goes along it crosses with other lines, representing the relationships and intereactions you have with people along the way. I think it's overwhelming to imagine all the people we've interacted with, and how different our lives would be if we had never met these people, or if our line went in a different direction. I often think we take for granted what a profound effect the people we meet have on our lives, no matter how long or how short the "crossing of the lines" may be. With all these wonderful people leaving next year, I feel like they will never understand what a truly amazing effect they've had on my life and what a special place they will always hold in my heart. Their wonderful companionship that I know I'll want so much next year will no longer be a walk across the hall and an elevator ride away, but instead will be a phone call to Providence or an IM to South Carolina. Despite how wonderful things have been lately, and how much I look forward to next year, I know that I will always miss the past two years I've had at Vanderbilt. To all of you leaving, you've all helped to grow and find myself as a person, have been there when I needed advice and encouragement, and I hope you will all be a part of my life in the years to come. You've truly had an impact on me, and I want you all to know that I'll never forget that.
People say that life is just a series of moments. I tend to agree, but it' about so much more than that. It's about how we spend those moments we've shared with the people we care about so much, and how we connect those relationships to ourselves and our experiences. I can say with full confidence that I've had two years of wonderful moments, too many to go into detail about and all of them unforgetable in their own way. And I know the goodbye's we've shared, and those we will share come graduation are not really goodbyes, but more like "until next times," because I know this won't be the last time that I will see any of you, nor do I want it to be. Another comforting thing about my line theory, and something that makes me feel like there is a purpose in the world is this: No matter how far away you get from that crossing point you've had with someone else, your lines are always connected in that one spot, and nothing can change that. That effect you've had on someone, and they on you is permanent, and that is something that can never be taken from you. So to all of you I've crossed with these past two years, I'm sorry to see you go, but I know it won't be the last time I see you, and I love you all.
Sorry it was so sentimental...I think all the studying is driving me crazy. |
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| Yeah Icon! |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|03:09 am] |
Well, I'm sure you'll all be glad to know that I now have an icon for this silly thing. Haas, Seth and I decided it was time for one, and I couldn't resist the suggestion for a Jolly Green Giant one. Alas, the weekend has come to end, along with Handing Down the Names. I'm truly sad to the show go. I agree with Derby that it seemed to end too quickly, and I really feel like that although we gave six solid performances, we never really did it as well as we all would have wanted to. But regardless, this show went above and beyond the expectations I had for it. It turned out to be great and I had a wonderful time working on it. I relished the opportunity to try and use all I've learned in the past two semesters in Acting I and II to hopefully improve my acting, which I think, overall, I did. With this show, I felt a lot more connected to my characters, something I've never really experienced before, and it was a wonderful and welcome change. I felt so much more in the moment throughout the whole performance, which was great. I do, however, have a long, hard road ahead, and have countless bad habits that I want to fix, but that's all part of the fun of learning to act and gradually learning more about the craft. As for the cast as whole, I couldn't have asked for a more fun and talented group of people to work with. I thought just about everybody gave AMAZING performances, but I especially enjoyed my family that I had as Carl. Working with Jason was a pleasure and a privilege as always, and I had a ton of fun getting to spend so much time on stage with him and continuing to learn a lot from him. I couldn't have asked for better sisters in Jaqs and Brielle, and Skinner as my mom was a blast. I especially want to give a shout out to my awesome and oft-confused with counterpart, Derby. Acting II with Derb has been great, I think we've both been helped so much by Mama T, and his performance in Names was awesome and really very impressive. Gioia was also INCREDIBLE, and getting to do this show with her made me regret not getting to know her better in the two years we had here. She was so wonderful, and one of my favorite moments in the show was the last look I got to exchange with her when the Dorns and Grunwalds separated toward the end of Act I. It got to me every night, and I'll really miss it. I'm really going to miss Names, and I'm really glad that the one show I got to act in this year was this one, it was an experience I won't soon forget.
Well, elections for Board next year are coming up, which should be interesting. In the weeks leading up to elections I've discovered that I truly despise the democratic process, and I really wish that the faculty or senior nominating committee would select the Board, but I know that won't happen. Hopefully we'll all get through the process without any bad blood being developed between individuals, and everything working out for the best. I've also got a ton of work to do. I hate school. I've got two (how many?) presentations to get done, Acting II paperwork to do, a scene to do on Tuesday, and then start getting ready for finals. Woof. I'll make it, but just barely. So in summation...Names gone, depressed; Elections...yikes!; Work...AHHHHH!
And now I'm off to bed to face the hellish week that's to come. |
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| The End is Near... |
[Apr. 13th, 2005|11:19 pm] |
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Ok, yes, I'm a faggotical nonsensor for not updating in a million years, but things have been crazy lately. Let me begin by saying that Handing Down the Names is awesome, and I've had a wonderful time working on it. Although I'm somewhat disappointed I made only one show this season, I'm glad it was this one. It's been so much fun to work on, and everyone seems to really like it, and I cannot wait to finish out the run this weekend. Despite how awesome I hope it will be, it's also going to be very sad because it will mean the end of several VUT careers for some of my close friends, but I'm still excited. Oh, and we had photo call tonight, and I fucking hate that damned photographer...he's such a tool. I wish he would die. I would do just about anything to be able to bathe in that man's blood. He's rude, stupid, and not to mention a huge pervert. AHHHHH! He makes my blood boil. Unfortunately there wasn't another "Good!" moment this year, (one of the funniest things I've ever done by the way), but he still sucked, despite the fact that photo call was rather painless. And, on another positive note, Jon didn't have us do a brush up. I hope everyone doesn't forget their lines. Which really shouldn't happen, we've only had 3 days off, and no one is that dumb in the cast...oh wait...maybe one person...mwuhahahaha. I'm so ready for this year to be over. I have an ass load of work due that I have no desire to finish, but due to the constrictions of society and the overwhelming force that is my parents, I feel obligated to get it done. It actually won't be bad if I just sit down and start, which I will hopefully do in the next few days. I think I'm most worried about my Jeffery presentation, mostly because I really need to do well considering my only two grades in the class so far have been and 80 and a 90. But it's on Brechtian theory in relation to the scenic design in his productions, so it should be interesting to research at least. Then I have a bunch of other bullshit to do that I don't really care about, but will inevitably get done. Oh, and let us not forget who my final scene partner is....SCOTT FAGGOT QUATTROCHI!!!! (I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO SPELL HIS FAGGOT LAST NAME...BUT I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM OR HIS DAMNED WEIRD LAST NAME!!!!) As you might have noticed, I'm a bit vexed with Terryl's choice to pair the two of us together. Now don't get me wrong, I love Terryl, and Acting II has been a blast thus far, but I'm really mad at her at the moment. Faggot boy was supposed to meet with me today to discuss our play for our presentation tomorrow...but came in having read only one act of the play, and there happen to be THREE!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So basically it's going to be me presenting the play tomorrow with him agreeing, smiling dumbly, and interjecting with asenine comments that are barely coherent which will serve no other purpose other than to make Terryl angry. Uggh. Oh well, perhaps I'll be a stronger person once I've survived this horrid ordeal. But I have a feeling I'll just end up being a more bitter person, but we shall see. I'm getting more excited/depressed as Banquet draws ever closer, but I really can't wait. It's going to be the oddest feeling in the world being an upperclassman next year, but I think me, Don and Seth are going to have tons of fun in Morgan 510, which will hereinafter be referred to as the House that Don Built, the Kingdom of AIDS, or The Love Lounge: Where the Bitches Come to Get Fucked. That last one might be a bit offensive, and not exactly true, but regardless, it's going to be fun. My mom has already said she wants to decorate the living room, which should be interesting. I think that's about all I have to ramble on about now, but I cannot wait until Friday, because Mayfield 9 throws a kickin' party and it's going to be awesome. Go Names!!! WOOO!!! |
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| Yes, it's been awhile since the giant has spoken... |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|11:35 am] |
Things have been absolutely crazy lately, hence not having enough time to update the journal, let alone do anything else I need to do. Names is taking a ton of time, but it has become more fun and less tedious over the past week or so, or at least I think so. It should be good, come see it, or I might have to drop the swift hammer of gigantic justice, and we all know no one wants that. Not too much exciting news lately, mostly depressing news actually. I didn't get any of the jobs/internships I applied for this summer, so I won't be spending the summer on campus or at Williamstown. Now, let it be said that I had no expectation of getting into Williamstown. I mean, Haas didn't get in the first year he applied, and he's a lot better than me, so I wasn't getting my hopes up. But it would have been fun to spend the summer somewhere other than here. School's going well, I'm really liking Acting II and 203 with Jeffery, enjoying Econ, though I'm fighting and clawing for a B, and really pretty apathetic about the rest of my classes. My Spanish teacher, previously thought to be awesome in comparison to Paco (well anything is awesome in comparison to Paco), has revealed her bitchiness and I now want to her to die. Spanish is just a bunch of busy work and I hate it. So there.
This weekend was a lot of fun. The Cast Gala is always fantastic, and I had a good time as always. Gala nights always seem to turn out to be so much fun. The mixture of champagne and everyone being in a really good mood makes for fun times. The end of the year and Banquet is fast approaching. I'm both excited and sad. I'm ready for Banquet because it's one of the best nights of the year, and is really a lot of fun. It's always going to be incredibly sad because so many awesome people are graduating, but that's the way it goes. I'm also excited about elections for Board next year, though I've been incredibly pissed off/worried I won't make the board next year because some tool who shall remain nameless....LAWRENCE STATEN!!!!!....is campaigning and taking all of the fun out of the process. Not to mention, most of the freshman are probably going to vote for him, but he hasn't done a thing for VUT since he dropped out of Bedroom Farce last year. It's infuriating, especially because it means that if he gets elected either Seth, Brielle, or I won't be on board next year, which would be a shame. Damn democracy and it's voting. Oh well, I need to get on to tech rehearsal, I'll stop rambling. |
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| Back on the front lines... |
[Mar. 13th, 2005|06:01 pm] |
Ah well, as they say, all good things must come to an end. My much needed break was well...full of old people. Florida is a mystifying place. On one hand, it can be a paradise of drunken debauchery, full of merriment and beautiful women, and on the other can be the collective migration location for dying geriatrics from all over the US. Don't get me wrong, I throughly enjoyed the wonderful weather, golfing, and rest, but it was somewhat depressing. I didn't see a single person my own age other than my roommate, and we spent most of our dinners eating with his grandmother's old friends. Who by the way were quite entertaining...apparently back in the day the Kappa Kappa Kappa sorority was big at a few schools...who knew. But for the most part it was a great trip. My flight back home was quite possibly the highlight. I always make an effort to talk to the person sitting next to me on the plane, because it's nice to have someone to talk to if you're not sitting with those you're traveling with. Anyway, I got more than I bargained for on this flight. Much to my initial disappointment, the two seats to my left of the plane were empty about 5 minutes before the plane was supposed to take off. But just then my two seat companions boarded the plane. Well...maybe stumbled onto the plane would be a better description. As it turns out, the people I got to sit next to were drunk, lesbian firefighters...yes, that's right, you heard me. How did I know they were lesbians you may ask? Well, for starters...they were rather, well...manly women, and I don't think people who are just good friends kiss each other on the lips, and they probably don't use tongues either. Yeah, we'll just leave it at that. But to be sure, much hilarity ensued. I had a fantastic discussion with them regarding everything from the best portable oxygen tanks to use when entering a burning building to their favorite beer. Which turned out to be quite the issue when they were informed by the flight attendant that the airline didn't offer it. That was certainly an interesting exchange. Anyway, I parted ways with my homosexual firefighting companions after the first flight and had to sit next to an annoying business woman with bad perfume on the next one...oh well.
It's good to be back at Vandyland though, I missed everyone, and was glad to get back. I had Vietnamese food for the first time last night with my favorite asian, Joses, and Jason, Brielle, and Sethford. It was really good, and I wouldn't mind eating it again. Partying ensued at 1003 (did you expect anything less?) and fun was had by all. I'm not looking forward to all the work I have to do, however. School sucks a big one. I've got a ton to do before the semester is over, not to mention having rehearsal. But I'll manage, and hopefully I'll be able to bring my Econ grade up from a C to a B...but we'll see, that might prove to be quite the daunting task. Also, I have to get my Williamstown application in by Tuesday, and hopefully I'll hear about the Office of Conferences job soon, cause I don't see myself getting into Williamstown this year, but it would be amazing if I did. Anyway, I think that's all for now, I have to go back to learning lines, and get to rehearsal pretty soon. Later |
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| Thank God.... |
[Mar. 4th, 2005|05:38 pm] |
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Oh my God...it's finally here. Spring Break. Believe it or not, this will mark the first time I've gone somewhere for Spring Break without my parents. Usually my dad and I go skiing, which is a lot of fun, but I'm really looking forward to going to West Palm Beach, as I've never been there before. I need this break so bad, school has been sucking especially hard lately. Micro is kicking my ass, the TAs suck, and I'm just pissed off at the course in general...mostly because of the giant C i have in the class, it might even be worse than that. Hopefully I can get out with a B, and be no worse for the wear, but that will prove to be a daunting task with the play and all. Speaking of, I'm pretty excited for Names, the set is going to look really cool, and we're off book after break, which is going to be both good and bad. Good, because we'll get the scripts out of our hands, but bad because some people probably won't know their lines and rehearsal will last a million hours on Sunday. But whatever, it'll be fine. I finished my Williamstown application last night, and I'll be sending that off when I get back. I don't really expect to get in this summer, but it would certainly be a welcome surprise. If I don't get in I'll hopefully get the conference assistant job and be able to make some money instead of spending it, but only time will tell. But once again...I'm really looking forward to this break, I kind of wish I wasn't going anywhere so I could just sleep for about four days straight in my own bed. But oh well, Florida should be fun. And as with every break, I'll get away from school and immediately wish I was back. I really miss hanging out with everybody when I'm gone, but that makes coming back that much more fun. I still can't believe this semester is half over, college is going WAY too fast. I know I've still got two more years of unadulterated fun ahead, but I really wish it were more. Ah, and April makes me think of Banquet, which I'm sure is going to be a ton of fun, hopefully the best night of the year. But it will be a bittersweet night for sure. Tears will be shed I'm sure, but it'll still be a ton of fun. Well, to avoid any further rambling I should probably go, my dad is going to be here to pick me up any minute, so I'll say goodbye for now. I hope everyone has a fantastic break. |
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| Sad to see it go.... |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|03:13 am] |
A bittersweet weekend indeed. Barber sadly closed, but I throughly enjoyed every minute I spent working on it, whether be it making the sadly not used MASTER KEY, working on the set, or props shopping at the Tennessee Antique Mall. The show was amazing, everyone was fantastic, and although I really wanted to be in the show I wouldn't have wanted to be any other way than it was, and I'm sure everyone else would agree. I'm feeling sentimental, so I think it's time for individual shout outs to all those that were involved and have livejournals. Sethford, you were hilarious, Bazile was fantastic and a joy to watch, I don't think I've ever laughed as hard as the first time I saw you come out on stage as ol' Bazile at Crew View. Derb, you were great, and I enjoyed every minute of your performance. I know I wasn't there for the rehearsal process, but Bartholo seemed to grow so much even from just from Tech week, and by the end of it all, you were the character, and it was great. Jason, man, there aren't words for how good you are, it's unbelievable to watch you perform. You make it seem so easy, and it's really wonderful to watch. I have the utmost respect for you as a performer and as a person, and I've learned so much about acting just getting to know you and working with you over the past two years, and hopefully we'll have more opportunities to work together next year. Yeah scooter :). And last but not least, my number one homo. Haas, this show was fantastic, and yes, everyone did an amazing job, but you made it happen. You brought everyone together under your vision and concept and created a fantastic show. I've also learned so much from you, working with you is so wonderful, and hopefully we'll be able to again some day down the road. I really would have liked to been a bigger part of your last VUT venture, but hey, that's the way it goes. You're extremely talented, and I'm so proud of you. I'm very glad we've become such good friends, and I know you'll have amazing success at Brown and beyond.
Well...now that that's done, the weekend was pretty great. The cast party was fantastic, Lewis 1104 is where it's at. And you know how I know it was a good night? I was fighting bushes and trees on the way home, and learned that baby steps can be deadly...Alex and Adrienne can vouch for that. It was a great time. But once again, I'm the king of Chumptown for not putting dinner on the table with a certain someone...I really need to get my act together. Strike on Saturday was pretty painless, it didn't last nearly as long as I thought it would, and everything ran really smoothly. Nothing much happened Saturday night, stopped by 1003, had a nice chat with ol' Don, and then headed home after the troops returned from Branscomb breakfast. Sunday was rehearsal...which was GAY because we were supposed to have it off, which I would have liked, because I needed to do homework. Which I eventually did, but as you can tell, it's 3:30 in the morning...and I have a Jeff test tomorrow, but I think I'm ready. And on a disappointing note, the OSCARs represent everything that's wrong with the world because Uggums Swank won over Kate Winslet...and because Clint Eastwood won. But oh well, that's the way it goes. I probably should head out though, it's quite late and I do have that test tomorrow... |
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