Happy Single Awareness Day!

My plans for Valentine's Day this year:

1. Church-because I feel like it, gorramit!

2. Pick up some treats for later when I will (brace yourselves) attempt to bake).

3. Buy cupcake from Hot Shot's should my baking not be up to snuff (which seems likely)

4. Settle in with Ten Inch Hero and other movie to be determined later (not on the list: My Bloody Valentine. That's in my Halloween Movies list).

5. Go see The Men Who Stare At Goats, 'cause I want to.

Lastly, I plan on sharing the love with my friends, who are way more lasting (and attractive *giggles*) than any partner could be. I love you, my lieblings!

A Super Party Indeed

Last night, I dressed as Catwoman (and yes, there are pictures floating around) and went to a Superheroes Party at Jess and Jimmy’s house.

Oh wow, was it fun! Such great costumes: from James’ homemade Ghostbuster’s outfit to Super Doatsy, Blake’s leather ensemble, Jimmy as Goldmember (oh, dem golden pants), Allyn's late arrival as Mermaid Man and Steph (A) and Andy as She-Ra and He-Man. John came as Captain Hammer, but was disappointing because he couldn’t sing the songs (and had only seen half of Dr Horrible’s Blog *shock*). Jess got me a belt and tail to wear to complete my outfit. My outfit itself was scrabbled together (leather pants, belt-shoulder shirt, cat ears, and a mask I made out of the bottom of my long black pants).

Highlights include:

1. Pin the Tail on the Catwoman (a picture, not me).

2. The Pervert Game-I came in second (which surprised me and then made me sad I didn't come in first)

3. The costumes that were all form-fitting and shiny/bright/drool-worthy. I am friends with some mighty gorgeous people.

4. Eating too much of the Buffalo Chicken Dip of Tastiness

5. Dancing and singing randomly with my friends.

6. The conversations, always the best part of any party. Such hits as Back In Vermont, God I Hope No One Moves On This Question, Insert Dirty Joke About the Penis/Vagina Straws Here, At This Broadway Show I Saw, Waiting For The Lady Gaga Video to Load and Someone Take A Picture of That!

7. The Never-ending Game of Twister (when someone got out, someone else filled in) which I maintained Jess won, though Jimmy was last standing (or balancing). Many pictures were taken and I'm glad I participated earlier (with Stephanie A and Andy) before the cameras came out)

And here I thought I wouldn't find too many friends in St. Augustine. Laugh's on me.

Of Empty Vessels and Their Potential

In my Philosophy of Religion class, we discussed that an empty vessel is more useful in its emptiness (i.e. a full vessel has fulfilled its purpose and it's just sat there). The empty vessel is still waiting to be filled.

I know this sounds very academic (to me, at least), but I'm about to tear any misconceptions of my philosophical prowess down.

I'm currently equating this to acting, my beloved profession. When I was in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, it was a hit. We added three extra shows and gave our all at every performance. But when I was doing that, I felt like a filled vessel, I couldn't have handled another full play because I'm fairly certain my head would have exploded with it (that's not true, but it was how I felt at the time). I stage managed my friend's one-act to get a fix.

Now I've got a part in one of the senior conservatory shows at Flagler, and a callback for a Directing Class show that I have to leave for in about five minutes or so. I'm also preparing to audition for Barefoot in the Park at Limelight and debating whether reading the play ahead of time would be a help or hindrance. If Thespis decides to smile on me (or fuck with me, however you're looking at it) and I get all three parts, I will still not be a filled vessel. Sure my mind will probably start malfunctioning and Jupiter will appear in my senior seminar philosophy paper, but I'll revise that bridge should I come to it.

Maybe it's a offshoot of the fact I'm buckling down to get a degree in Philosophy (yeah...I don't believe it either), but I've been thinking a lot about my love of acting lately. Sure, I can roll my eyes at the orange wig I wore or hate the corset and red prom dress for their difficulties in getting on without help (Caitlin, Stephanie T and Ronnie are still my heroes for the assistance), but however tired I was emotionally or physically, by the time I was onstage I could have cared less. Whenever I'm on a stage or rehearsing or doing anything related to acting, I get such a rush of joy to be working in this medium that everything else seems silly or inconsequential. I hope that passion stays with me my whole life and in every bit of work I do.

After Show Musings

I'm sad that the run of Best Little Whorehouse is over now. My life is mine own again, but it's weird not having anywhere to be (other than classes obviously) and not knowing when I'll see friends again.

We started off at Scarlett's for karaoke. Less the performing, more the dancing and singing along as others sang (and sometimes butchered) good songs. We finally got Jimmy up to do "Wanted Dead or Alive", but some morons got into a bar fight out front and they closed the place down. After spending quite a while in the parking lot, I caught a ride with Ronnie and we all went to Denny's. There we had a really late dinner/really early breakfast. We talked and laughed and mocked because I don't think a one of us wanted our time as castmates to actually end. I remembered that, despite the red prom dress of evil and the quick changes of doom, I love this job because of the crazy wonderful people I get to work with.

Lady Gaga will never be the same to me again.

First A Deep Breath, Take it All in

So the big Opening Weekend/Holiday Rush/Traveling Time is now over and I can breathe.

*takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly*

That's better. I have nothing (that's right, not a gorram thing) to do today. I am going to read and make lunch and dinner (make, not toss in microwave because it's nearing eleven at night and I'm exhausted. I am going to clean up my bedroom, organise my CDs, find places for my new films. And you know what? If I don't get it done today, I'll finish up tomorrow or Wednesday. More free days! Thursday is the special New Year's Eve show, then the regular weekend ones, but for now I have nothing to do and I'm going to do nothing.

An Actor's Wish

Oh Thespis,

You seemed as good as anyone to direct this to, so here goes:

May I always work with good people who put their all into their part of the show.

May the lights not come up too soon nor too late. Same for sound cues, music cues, the sun, and my own cues.

May I have the ability to change my costume and my character in time to get on stage.

May this be the only way I ever need to earn a living for myself and whomever I need to provide for in my life.

May I and my co-stars give the kind of performance that propels people to their feet at the curtain call.

May I have the endurance to give everything I've got every time I walk on them boards or in front of that camera.

And lastly,

May I always always find my work fun. May it challenge me and wear me down, but let, at the end of the day, it also be the source of my greatest joys and thrills.

Things I Have Learned Today

1. That Mandarin Orange yogurt tastes remarkably like a creamsicle (must remember to put in freezer next time and try the whole experience again)

2. That making french fries in the oven takes a very very long time (and must one fork the fries? They seem to be...puffing up...maybe it's just that time of the month)

3. That, for once, instead of holding my constant level of love and respect for one Mr. Wil Wheaton, I am incensed to jealousy after reading his account of Seth MacFarlane's party. (*rubs hands together* One day soon, sir...)

4. That Wesley Crusher as Time Lord might just make its way into a story...

5. That my Priestly/Dean Forester fic (don't ask me how they got together, I'm just a glorified landlord and scribe for my People) is NOT a Gilmore Girls fic (despite Rory's presence)...it's a Ten Inch Hero fic ...shut up...)

6. That I really should finish my NaNo story.

7. That I hope I don't cock up my quick changes tonight.

8. That I don't know how to pin up my braided hair. Not like I've ever done it before.

9. That I might as well just settle into the j2_x_over community on lj...I'll be there awhile...

Hold my calls