melayneseahawk: (bitch please)
Had an audition earlier tonight. Deja vu all over again with this one: it's for a cabaret-style one night performance in mid-December; the theme is love; I'm auditioning with "Storybook". Ring any bells? Unlike last time, though, I'm not going to be performing in it: "Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a slot during this year's cabaret. Due to time constraints, we were only able to accept a limited number of acts into the cabaret." Was expecting that, actually; my voice decided to go all wonky on me, so I sounded like an alto who wanted to be a soprano and was failing rather than the transectional that I am. Ah, well, c'est la vie. Remind my why I want to do this again?

On a happier note, I'm all spiffily registered for classes for next semester. Waitlisted for the ballet class, because I have no damn luck, but the rest all works out and worst comes to worst there are still ways I can reconfigure my schedule to fit all the dance I need to take. The Four Year Plan is a lie, of course, but what can you do?

On a less happy note, I have so much work to do. Yes, much of it is my fault, as most of it is already late, but it's still there and evil.
  • ARTH 'dialogue' criticism (late)
  • Desdemona performance review (late)
  • Hiroshima or Horizon performance review (late)
  • 112 reflection (late)
  • faculty interview
  • UNIV journal (late)

In the next entry: criticisms of Goblet of Fire and Rent; yes, I use the word 'criticism' because it doesn't actually have a negative connotation and because 'critique' is not a noun, bitches.
melayneseahawk: (bitch please)
Had an audition earlier tonight. Deja vu all over again with this one: it's for a cabaret-style one night performance in mid-December; the theme is love; I'm auditioning with "Storybook". Ring any bells? Unlike last time, though, I'm not going to be performing in it: "Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a slot during this year's cabaret. Due to time constraints, we were only able to accept a limited number of acts into the cabaret." Was expecting that, actually; my voice decided to go all wonky on me, so I sounded like an alto who wanted to be a soprano and was failing rather than the transectional that I am. Ah, well, c'est la vie. Remind my why I want to do this again?

On a happier note, I'm all spiffily registered for classes for next semester. Waitlisted for the ballet class, because I have no damn luck, but the rest all works out and worst comes to worst there are still ways I can reconfigure my schedule to fit all the dance I need to take. The Four Year Plan is a lie, of course, but what can you do?

On a less happy note, I have so much work to do. Yes, much of it is my fault, as most of it is already late, but it's still there and evil.
  • ARTH 'dialogue' criticism (late)
  • Desdemona performance review (late)
  • Hiroshima or Horizon performance review (late)
  • 112 reflection (late)
  • faculty interview
  • UNIV journal (late)

In the next entry: criticisms of Goblet of Fire and Rent; yes, I use the word 'criticism' because it doesn't actually have a negative connotation and because 'critique' is not a noun, bitches.
melayneseahawk: (bad day)
The fog this morning, which lasted until almost noon, made me nostalgic for the wet, foggy winters and green mountains of New Zealand. Man, I want to go back.

In less happy news, I did not get called back for Standing on My Knees and have given up on attempting to study for the archeology exam. The former wasn't unexpected, though it was a rather unnecessary reminder of the sheer weight of rejection that comes with the Profession. The latter is much more worrying, but there is very little I can do about it. I'm just going to write my 112 journal and go to bed, in the hope that the exam will be pathetically easy, massively curved, or cancelled. A girl can dream, right?
melayneseahawk: (bad day)
The fog this morning, which lasted until almost noon, made me nostalgic for the wet, foggy winters and green mountains of New Zealand. Man, I want to go back.

In less happy news, I did not get called back for Standing on My Knees and have given up on attempting to study for the archeology exam. The former wasn't unexpected, though it was a rather unnecessary reminder of the sheer weight of rejection that comes with the Profession. The latter is much more worrying, but there is very little I can do about it. I'm just going to write my 112 journal and go to bed, in the hope that the exam will be pathetically easy, massively curved, or cancelled. A girl can dream, right?

"Oh, Zach..."

Wednesday, 5 October 2005 22:21
melayneseahawk: (overrated)
I really don't like auditions, but this one could have been a lot worse. It was for a play called Standing on My Knees, about a poet suffering from schizophrenia whose muse disappears when she begins taking meds to get the voices to go away. It was a prepared monologue and then cold readings, a scene and a rather bizarre monologue. For both of them I was reading as Catherine, the poet. It seems like an amazing part, but I'm not holding my breath about it. I'll find out tomorrow, after all.

Tomorrow's going to be hell, though. I have to study for the archeology final on Friday, which basically means reading the first ten chapters in the textbook from hell. I can do it, I think, but I'm not sure how well I'll do on the exam itself.

I appear to have developed another seasonal psychosis. Fall appears to make me jittery: I want to go party, but I have work to do, and I can't make myself concentrate. Not good, what with the midterms on Friday, Monday, and the following Friday, but I guess I'll survive.

Quizziness, because they're necessary to procrastination (I really need to see this movie):

Mal
You are Captain Malcolm Reynolds, aka. Mal or
Captain Tightpants. You saw most of your men
die in a war you lost and now you seek solitude
with a small crew that you are fiercely devoted
to. You have no problems being naked.

Which Firefly character are you?
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"Oh, Zach..."

Wednesday, 5 October 2005 22:21
melayneseahawk: (overrated)
I really don't like auditions, but this one could have been a lot worse. It was for a play called Standing on My Knees, about a poet suffering from schizophrenia whose muse disappears when she begins taking meds to get the voices to go away. It was a prepared monologue and then cold readings, a scene and a rather bizarre monologue. For both of them I was reading as Catherine, the poet. It seems like an amazing part, but I'm not holding my breath about it. I'll find out tomorrow, after all.

Tomorrow's going to be hell, though. I have to study for the archeology final on Friday, which basically means reading the first ten chapters in the textbook from hell. I can do it, I think, but I'm not sure how well I'll do on the exam itself.

I appear to have developed another seasonal psychosis. Fall appears to make me jittery: I want to go party, but I have work to do, and I can't make myself concentrate. Not good, what with the midterms on Friday, Monday, and the following Friday, but I guess I'll survive.

Quizziness, because they're necessary to procrastination (I really need to see this movie):

Mal
You are Captain Malcolm Reynolds, aka. Mal or
Captain Tightpants. You saw most of your men
die in a war you lost and now you seek solitude
with a small crew that you are fiercely devoted
to. You have no problems being naked.

Which Firefly character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
melayneseahawk: (smart is sexy)
Had a Hermione look-alike day, between the big hair and my Quidditch shirt. Didn't realize it until 112 at noon, though, when one of my classmates pointed it out. Heh, I chose to take it as a compliment, not that I care what most of my classmates think of me.

Also, the cast list is up for Crucible. If you know him, congratulate Barky for being cast as the reverend. I, of course, am still waiting for my big break, but I'm fine about it. Some of my classmates, the freshmen, of course, were tearing up, even some of the boys. This may sound mean, but I feel so superior at the moment.

Speaking of theatre people, I am once again reminded of why I hate them. God damn their egos, the lot of them. No, your way of getting into character doesn't work for everyone, so don't pretend like it does. Don't go all sour grapes when you don't get cast, and blame it on race/age/the stupidity of the director; that may be true, but you're probably wrong. Get over it, god damn it.

Ok, done bitching. I should really see if I can borrow notes off someone for Asian Art History, since I have no idea what's going on in that class. Hmm.
melayneseahawk: (smart is sexy)
Had a Hermione look-alike day, between the big hair and my Quidditch shirt. Didn't realize it until 112 at noon, though, when one of my classmates pointed it out. Heh, I chose to take it as a compliment, not that I care what most of my classmates think of me.

Also, the cast list is up for Crucible. If you know him, congratulate Barky for being cast as the reverend. I, of course, am still waiting for my big break, but I'm fine about it. Some of my classmates, the freshmen, of course, were tearing up, even some of the boys. This may sound mean, but I feel so superior at the moment.

Speaking of theatre people, I am once again reminded of why I hate them. God damn their egos, the lot of them. No, your way of getting into character doesn't work for everyone, so don't pretend like it does. Don't go all sour grapes when you don't get cast, and blame it on race/age/the stupidity of the director; that may be true, but you're probably wrong. Get over it, god damn it.

Ok, done bitching. I should really see if I can borrow notes off someone for Asian Art History, since I have no idea what's going on in that class. Hmm.
melayneseahawk: (utter stupidity)
Last night has a funny story. I had two auditions at 8p. The roommate was already on her way to drunk, so I told the guys she was hanging out with to take care of her liver (after making the token protest that alcohol was not the answer and that chocolate was better) and left. I got back at about 9 and crashed in my room, since I was feeling that post-audition half-lethargy, half-adrenaline thing, and the two guys return to the room, with my roommate's shoes and her purse, but no roommate. And I, obviously, was like "wtf?". One of the guys was totally sloshed already and going on about his John Deere hat, but the other one was like "we are going to find her and we are going to bring her back, because she needs to go to sleep."

So they left and returned with my roommate maybe an hour later, at which point she decides she's going to go to sleep...with the drunk guy she'd been hanging out with before. I grumble, grab my laptop, and flee the room. But, I'm barefoot, in the clothes I wore to the audition (black tank, long black skirt, black tights, contact lenses, mascara). I wander to the lounge first, but it's empty. Then I go down to David's room, because I'm bored and he lives downstairs, but he's not in. So I beg some guy to swipe me up to my floor, since my keycard is in my room, spend fifteen minutes riding the elevator, and eventually crash in a room down the hall from mine, where one of the girls is a Shakespeare-loving techie, and we talked until like 2a.

Then I wandered down to David's again, left scathing messages on his white board and wandered back upstairs. By this point, Lauren (the techie) was watching a movie. Her roommate, Leslie, told me to crash in her bed, because it'll be really awkward when everyone in my room wakes up (and she wanted the excuse to crash in the drunk guy's bed so as to hit on his roommate). We watched the end of the movie, and then crashed at 3a in Lauren and Leslie's room, primarily because my bed was covered in stuff that I did not have the energy to clean up. Lauren and I were the only sober ones on the floor, I swear. And then everyone got drunk again this morning, because there was a football game at noon. Yeah, that was my evening.

As to the auditions, one was for a series (like 6 or 8 of them) of staged readings done by the student theatre union and the other was for a staged reading directed by one of the American history professors (who, incidentally, is Thomas Tharp's father, I later found out). The first went rather well, and the six auditioners seemed really positive. The second was ok, but I don't really care, because I have things to do the weekend they're putting it on, anyway (drag kareoke with the LGBT Alliance and a protest in DC). I don't find out about the results of the auditions until the end of the week, so the hair-pulling begins. Gah.

In other news, I now have a paid LJ subscription. Look upon my myriad icons and tremble. Thremble!
melayneseahawk: (utter stupidity)
Last night has a funny story. I had two auditions at 8p. The roommate was already on her way to drunk, so I told the guys she was hanging out with to take care of her liver (after making the token protest that alcohol was not the answer and that chocolate was better) and left. I got back at about 9 and crashed in my room, since I was feeling that post-audition half-lethargy, half-adrenaline thing, and the two guys return to the room, with my roommate's shoes and her purse, but no roommate. And I, obviously, was like "wtf?". One of the guys was totally sloshed already and going on about his John Deere hat, but the other one was like "we are going to find her and we are going to bring her back, because she needs to go to sleep."

So they left and returned with my roommate maybe an hour later, at which point she decides she's going to go to sleep...with the drunk guy she'd been hanging out with before. I grumble, grab my laptop, and flee the room. But, I'm barefoot, in the clothes I wore to the audition (black tank, long black skirt, black tights, contact lenses, mascara). I wander to the lounge first, but it's empty. Then I go down to David's room, because I'm bored and he lives downstairs, but he's not in. So I beg some guy to swipe me up to my floor, since my keycard is in my room, spend fifteen minutes riding the elevator, and eventually crash in a room down the hall from mine, where one of the girls is a Shakespeare-loving techie, and we talked until like 2a.

Then I wandered down to David's again, left scathing messages on his white board and wandered back upstairs. By this point, Lauren (the techie) was watching a movie. Her roommate, Leslie, told me to crash in her bed, because it'll be really awkward when everyone in my room wakes up (and she wanted the excuse to crash in the drunk guy's bed so as to hit on his roommate). We watched the end of the movie, and then crashed at 3a in Lauren and Leslie's room, primarily because my bed was covered in stuff that I did not have the energy to clean up. Lauren and I were the only sober ones on the floor, I swear. And then everyone got drunk again this morning, because there was a football game at noon. Yeah, that was my evening.

As to the auditions, one was for a series (like 6 or 8 of them) of staged readings done by the student theatre union and the other was for a staged reading directed by one of the American history professors (who, incidentally, is Thomas Tharp's father, I later found out). The first went rather well, and the six auditioners seemed really positive. The second was ok, but I don't really care, because I have things to do the weekend they're putting it on, anyway (drag kareoke with the LGBT Alliance and a protest in DC). I don't find out about the results of the auditions until the end of the week, so the hair-pulling begins. Gah.

In other news, I now have a paid LJ subscription. Look upon my myriad icons and tremble. Thremble!

Ouch Ouch Ouch

Friday, 20 May 2005 12:18
melayneseahawk: (dare)
Woke up with a charleyhorse in my neck this morning so bad I couldn't get up until Mom helped me. Ah, Advil, you are my best friend.

Another day of productivity!

~ finish Brideshead Revisited
~ edit monologue
~ recording!!!
~ wash floors (if Doctor Mom says I have to. . .) (Mom said I didn't have to)

Wow, I need to clean my room.

Ouch Ouch Ouch

Friday, 20 May 2005 12:18
melayneseahawk: (dare)
Woke up with a charleyhorse in my neck this morning so bad I couldn't get up until Mom helped me. Ah, Advil, you are my best friend.

Another day of productivity!

~ finish Brideshead Revisited
~ edit monologue
~ recording!!!
~ wash floors (if Doctor Mom says I have to. . .) (Mom said I didn't have to)

Wow, I need to clean my room.
melayneseahawk: (Default)
Actually got some work done, but it's never enough. *Sigh*

But now the whole house smells like lemon cookies. Happy New Year to all.

Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III
(postponed until after break)
~ Physics lab and worksheets (3)
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room
~ Work on lines

~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff
(postponed until after break)

melayneseahawk: (Default)
Actually got some work done, but it's never enough. *Sigh*

But now the whole house smells like lemon cookies. Happy New Year to all.

Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III
(postponed until after break)
~ Physics lab and worksheets (3)
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room
~ Work on lines

~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff
(postponed until after break)

melayneseahawk: (Default)
Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III (postponed until after break)
~ Physics lab and worksheets (3)
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room

~ Work on lines
~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff
(postponed until after break)
melayneseahawk: (Default)
Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III (postponed until after break)
~ Physics lab and worksheets (3)
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room

~ Work on lines
~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff
(postponed until after break)
melayneseahawk: (Default)
I will get work done today, damn it.

Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness (first third) (second third) (third third)
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III (postponed until after break)
~ Physics lab and worksheets
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room

~ Work on lines
~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff
(postponed until after break)

melayneseahawk: (Default)
I will get work done today, damn it.

Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness (first third) (second third) (third third)
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III (postponed until after break)
~ Physics lab and worksheets
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room

~ Work on lines
~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff
(postponed until after break)

melayneseahawk: (Default)
Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness (first third) (second third) (third third)
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III
~ Physics lab
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room

~ Work on lines
~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff

Haven't been around online because I've been sleeping until noon and playing Diablo II all day since the beginning of break. Also say four movies (one in theatres and the rest from my couch) I'd been meaning to see (every theatre person that does theatre must see Shakespeare in Love, especially Bard-ites). Then it took me a day to clean my room, and now I'm finally going to get some work done. Ha ha ha.

Which One Of Your LJ Friends Will You Marry?
LJ Username 
Favorite color
Gender
You will marry... ib_nerd_06
You will be married for...years 100
Your combined income will be... $937,894.89
You will have...children 49
This QuickKwiz by fuzzinabox - Taken 56086 Times.
New! Get Free Daily Horoscopes from Kwiz.Biz
Babe, I'm leaving you because there is no way in hell we're having that many kids.

HASH(0x888a1b4)
You are Vlad the Impaler. The man behind the legend
of Dracula. You hanged your victims, stretched
them on the rack, burned them at the stake,
boiled them alive, but mostly impaled them.
Most of your killings were politically targeted
but sometimes you killed just because you were
bored. Your "reign of terror" lasted
from 1456 to 1462. Estimated numbers of victims
vary between 30,000 and more than 100,000. Evil Evil man. Fie on you!

Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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melayneseahawk: (Default)
Break To-Do List (in no particular order)
~ Read Heart of Darkness (first third) (second third) (third third)
~ Finish the ballad
~ Write half my history IA
~ Research Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
~ Do the TOK Section III
~ Physics lab
~ Read Of Mice and Men and begin recording
~ Read Dracula
~ WRITE!!!!!
~ Hang out with friends
~ SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP
~ Clean room

~ Work on lines
~ Work on monologues/songs
~ Find my old English journal
~ Find my TOK stuff

Haven't been around online because I've been sleeping until noon and playing Diablo II all day since the beginning of break. Also say four movies (one in theatres and the rest from my couch) I'd been meaning to see (every theatre person that does theatre must see Shakespeare in Love, especially Bard-ites). Then it took me a day to clean my room, and now I'm finally going to get some work done. Ha ha ha.

Which One Of Your LJ Friends Will You Marry?
LJ Username 
Favorite color
Gender
You will marry... ib_nerd_06
You will be married for...years 100
Your combined income will be... $937,894.89
You will have...children 49
This QuickKwiz by fuzzinabox - Taken 56086 Times.
New! Get Free Daily Horoscopes from Kwiz.Biz
Babe, I'm leaving you because there is no way in hell we're having that many kids.

HASH(0x888a1b4)
You are Vlad the Impaler. The man behind the legend
of Dracula. You hanged your victims, stretched
them on the rack, burned them at the stake,
boiled them alive, but mostly impaled them.
Most of your killings were politically targeted
but sometimes you killed just because you were
bored. Your "reign of terror" lasted
from 1456 to 1462. Estimated numbers of victims
vary between 30,000 and more than 100,000. Evil Evil man. Fie on you!

Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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