Mini Life Recap

For anyone who cares... :)

Romeo and Juliet was amazing. We got raves in 3 papers/magazines (legit raves) and my Capulet has been well-received all around, which feels really great. I have no shame is saying I'm glad I got good feedback... some people pretend not to care, but the truth is: We work REALLY hard. The audience demands our best, and we have to give it to them, or we don't get an audience. When things go well, it makes the work feel so gratifying, and extremely fun, especially with Shakespeare.

I'm now working on Richard III, and it's terrifying... which is why I chose to work on it. I picked up the paper, started reading the monologue, and immediately thought, "Oooooh shit. This is impossible. I think I have to do it."

This isn't a huge recap, but here's my last thing. Thank goodness for friends! If I didn't have some of the best people working with/around me, I know I would feel very lost in this ridiculous major. I'm so grateful that I have good people to support me, and who let me support them. Brian and I are both doing Richard monologues, and today we chilled for an hour, working and talking in the Studio, and it was extremely therapeutic. I said earlier that we work really hard, and that doesn't just mean onstage. This program kicks our asses every day of the week. I'm so glad I have good people to help me along. Thank you all.

Have a nice day.

:-)

I am now "El Chico del Apartomento Ciento Treinta!!!!"

I'm blogging from my apartment!!! I just had to do it. I mean, I guess there was no choice... unless I went somewhere else. But why would I? This apartment rocks!

And I just found the remote. I feel like a rock star.

But I'm kinda bored.

I work 11-2 tonight. What shall I do until then? If only the new Pillars of the Earth was online!!!

-Bored D

Some people...

Dude, like, why is it that some people can totally ignore you and infuriate you and then the next time you see them and they're like, "Haaay!" you're like, "All mad thoughts go to a secret place, happy mask ON." Like, seriously? When someone starts a conversation with you about something upsetting and then you genuinely want to find out if everything is okay and then they just don't reply? Why is that? Is it because you think "Uh-oh, bitch be creepin' up on my personal shit, I shouldn't have said anything... RUN!" Ooh! Or is it, "Fuck, I'll bet he's gonna appear sexy to me in an 'I'm helping you through some shit,' way and I cannot make him think I'm interested!" Or is it just that you didn't really mean to start any conversation, you just wanted to keep me posted like I'm on fuckin' twitter or some shit. "Sad life event happened, just fyi. It's not a conversation point, though, so back off."

Seriously, leading someone on via text should be punishable by some Victorian form of torture. And of course, that person probably just decided to take a shower or go to sleep (even though the latter is still a bit rude) and you suddenly feel like you're right up there with Mel Gibson as an Honorable Mention Douchebag - 2010. Honestly, it's like... I'm over you, so I'm asking out of human compassion... are you okayyyyyyy?

Ooh, I'm missing something important on True Blood, I think. Uh-oh... I have not been watching this episode closely enough. Sookie's a fairy, y'all. Whatever. I want more Jessica!! I love her.

Hmmm... what else shall I talk about to make this post sound less "meh, me no know how to cope with being ignored..."

Legalize marijuana already! Seriously, it's been a long time since the 30s when all the propaganda about it being addictive and dangerous was actually believed. People are smarter today, and they know that it's all bull shit! If everyone smoked, there would seriously be less war, less depression, and less anger in the world. But I'm not gonna go on a weed crusade right now.

Ooooooooooooooh dear... What next?

IT'S OFFICIAL!!! IN THE HEIGHTS ON THURSDAY!!!!!! hell yeah, bitches. Que, sera, sera!!!

Time to continue my night... SB in a week!

-Big D

summertiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime, and the dying is... apparently not as easy as years past!

I should not be speaking so soon, but I'm very relieved that people aren't dropping like flies this year. If you've been following this shit-sack blog written by this anus-face booger, you'll know that people I know (and celebrities) start dying around my birthday. It's been unavoidable since the summer of 2003 when my dog (who was my same age and had grown up with me) Spicer(oni) was found dead on my birthday, just before my friends and I went out to see a movie. Since then, the time of my birth has been plagued by death. Even Michael Mothafuckin' Jackson... Anyway, nothings happened thus far in 2010, but I still have 2 days. I think this explains the unexplainable feelings of moodiness and edge I've exhibited recently.

In other news, I only have 2 more weeks in Brawley! I will be back in SB very soon, living it up in my apartment and rehearsing for Romeo and Juliet. I started out excited, but now I'm getting nervous... I need to STUDY THE FUCKIN' PLAY!!!

I'm excited for my Vampire Literature class! I don't really give a shit about vampires, but it sounds like lots of fun.

I love Brawley, but I HATE HATE HATE that we are this far southeast. I wanted to visit so many friends this summer, and it never happened.

I also HATE HATE HATE the current farming economy. I've pretty much vowed to not talk politics on here because I'm too independent for anyone to appreciate, but I will say that Obama's administration has done nothing to help farming. And when the fuck did people start assuming that farmers are rich? I will tell you now that these assumptions are LOADS OF SHIT! Just fyi. My point is I had no money to visit any of my friends in NY, the place I eventually want to live and work, the place I've just assumed for my entire life that I'd love, my FUTURE. Never been. Nope.

Oh my god, do you see how moody this post is? I am so gross!

Lets try to think of something happy...

I might see In the Heights in LA soon! That would be fantastic! But, like every other plan this summer, it might die. Hmmm, maybe death hasn't gone away, but remains in the form of dying dreams.

Here's a happy thing... I've been following Everyday Rapture since it was called You May Now Worship Me, and though I've listened to it since last year as a bootleg, I can't get enough of this song.

Um, I WILL make your bed rock... it's not even an option.

Dude, y'all... I'm half way through with college. It's fucking crazy.

Things I'm worried about:

1.) Getting my English minor done/started. Yeah... BFA does make that aspect of college a bit hard.

2.) Finding a job... It's impossible.

3.) Money!!! Who isn't worried about that?


Things I'm excited about:

1.) Romeo and Juliet this summer! Casting TBA.

2.) Turning 20, although I'm not sure how exciting that is... one more year til I can buy alc, but my teenage years are over!

3.) Next years season!! I mean, shit... it's gonna be amazing!

4.) Remounting "McBeth" in the park and downtown, even if it means we have to recast Patrick and Ben... I'm sure the replacements will be so much fun to work with! Andrew, if you still actually read this shit, I'm pulling for you, buddy.

5.) Living in an apartment and being a Junior, and being able to work in the BFA without worrying about cuts... it's going to be a much more safe environment.

And I guess I could go on... it's a very exciting time!

Next year is going to be different... good different. I've gotten so many THTR electives/requirements done that I'll be doing a lot more English classes when I can fit them in, and I might even get to take some breaks from these crazy fucking unit-heavy quarters.

I'm also working on a lot of different material that could morph into... well pretty much anything. I'm considering a few different one person show sometime next year, maybe trying to direct something I've written, and maybe some other random stuff. It's scary, 'cause I've never really put my own work out there for anyone to see... only a few people I trust. It's cray-cray.

And now for some soul-shit. Blogging is hard. I have so much I can't mothafuckin post on the internet... so sad. And that's all the soul-shit.

Also, working (very slowly) on a web series idea with some peeps, mostly Andrew and Brittany Carriger as of now. We'll see! I'm a little worried about copyright issues with music... Who knows, Andrew might have to start mothafuckin composing again. I don't want to legal shit.

Stay cool, swim in a pool, not a canal! You'll die.

-Big D.

I'm a mole, digging in my hole, digging in my soul now, coming down, excavation...

In many ways, this blog is one of the few constant things in my life. It's where I keep a lot of memories, and when I read through old entries, it's like looking through old photos on facebook.

I've changed my opinion on photos. If it's not blurry and I don't look absolutely terrible, I keep it. Why erase yourself? I mean, who fucking knows if you won't look WORSE in twenty years? You may like seeing yourself the way you are, very very soon.

So, just over a week ago, I had an experience I won't go into the details of, but it made me realize a few things. I won't get too far into those either, but I will say I found some extreme emotional depth within myself, and I sort of found out that I do have the means to go deeper than I thought I could onstage. Currently, I'm faced with material in Three Sisters that asks me to weep twice, I believe, as two different characters. It's easy to get around on one, just because I'm going to take it in a direction where I'm throwing myself so far into the madness of my character's love that tears may just come up. I'm finally in the place where I can let go. I'm loosing my loyalties to people who's opinions would hold me back. And as our class shrinks and shrinks, I've found that my relationships with people have changed a lot. I was very hurt after the last cut, loosing people who I had gotten very close to. Loosing a partner is not easy, and I lost one acting scene partner and one movement scene partner.

I'm not really sure what I'm getting at.

-Big D

reasons to be... what?

I never thought I'd be involved in BFA dramz. I'm trapped in a Niel Labute play, a character who needs to express himself but can't do it. Why can't I go back to just talking about the drama?

"McBeth" is a smash.