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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2008|02:53 am]
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empty stomach. broken heart.
welcome to new york.

blah blah blah.
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(no subject) [Aug. 4th, 2008|03:16 am]
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I miss going to the mall as a teenager. I find myself crippled by how simple things were, and how complicated I've since made them.

It's really interesting, the world teenagers create for themselves at "the mall." It's not just shopping; it's this microcosm filled with all the things needed to be perfect.

I vividly recall a feeling of exhilaration upon entering the mall. Seeing and being seen. Studying the life I wish I had. Feeling out of place and belonging at the same time. The past year didn't matter. This week didn't matter. Yesterday didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was in the mall with $20-$40 and I was going to buy and do the things that would give me the life the store window displays told me I could have.

Somewhere around the time Hollister came about, with its fake tiki hut facade, the mall was no longer mine. It became a building that I only went to when I needed something or it was too early to drink.

The mall is not really something that happens here in NYC. Stores are everywhere, and a great many of them are extraordinarily impersonal.

Perhaps because it's summer, perhaps because I'm no longer living off of my parents, perhaps because I feel lonely in a city filled to the brim with people...I would like to be 17 and at the mall.

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quick thought... [Mar. 21st, 2007|08:14 pm]
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[i feel |hopefulhopeful]

I want to be wilder this summer. And by summer I mean "beginning in May."

Nothing like scheduled spontinaeity.

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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2007|12:14 am]
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[i feel |contemplativecontemplative]

Night after night, I go to sleep and dream about being in a grocery store. I'm usually talking with someone, trying to work out a conflict, but I'm also trying to shop and thus am unable to give either my complete attention.

Now, I'm of the school of thought that says dreams can mean something. However, I only believe this to be true when the dream leaves you feeling...affected. Some dream dictionaries say it means I'm missing something in my life, others say that the large size of the grocery store means "abundance and prosperity." While there are reasons to be skeptical of dream interpretation, I find it interesting that I will often dream of the same symbols night after night until, I'm assuming, something gets resolved. Or gives up on me.

Past recurrences include zombies, vampires and my own execution, so to say I'm happy to trade them for a grocery store is an understatement.
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(no subject) [Jan. 1st, 2007|01:42 am]
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[i feel |calmcalm]

It is my firm belief that "drunk off of champagne" is the best kind of drunk that there is.

Happy New Years
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2006|11:34 am]
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[i feel |confusedconfused]
[i hear |air vents - the music of corporate america]

Hooollllly hell...you know what I hate? Monologues.

I don't hate performing them, or even learning them. What I hate is finding them. I must read through hundreds of the damn things everytime I have an audition coming up, and I can never get  through one without thinking, "Now that has got to be the single queerest thing I've ever heard. There is no way I am saying that outloud." I also hate trying to decide what's "appropriate." No, this one's too serious, this one is too goofy, this one has foul language which doesn't bother me, but... And what's the deal with Christopher Durang. Yes, yes influential playwright yada yada. But is he for real? Or are these little paragraphs people awkwardly pluck out of his works supposed to be as dark comedy/tongue-in-cheek as I imagine them to be?
You know what I like? Some solid Neil Simon. You can always count on old Neil to write you a light-hearted comedic gem. Unfortuately, he's not as prevalent on the internet (legal matters, I'm sure), and what is on the internet is wildly overdone. I should know, I've done it about a million times myself.

I need an assistant. Or a book titled "Monologues That Won't Make You Feel Awkward: The Works of Neil Simon and a Couple Other People."

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mmmm engrish [Aug. 18th, 2006|08:49 am]
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(no subject) [Jun. 28th, 2006|04:39 pm]
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[i feel |creativecreative]
[i hear |allllllll the wasted time]


but I guess "Martha" in The Secret Garden will have to do for now.


Updates and catch ups soon, my loves.

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dreading... [Mar. 20th, 2006|04:40 pm]
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[i feel |pensivepensive]

Tonight we rehearse Telephone Hour for two hours.

It's nights like these that help me understand how Van Gogh must have felt.
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(no subject) [Mar. 2nd, 2006|08:51 am]
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[i feel |pleasedpleased]

I got Ursula Merkle!!! :) :)

I'm excited because she's going to be a blast to play.

However, this means "Telephone Hour" till I die.
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