posts tagged "ulysses"

got a new theme. got a new attitude. got a new pair of panties. 

get ready for the time of your life, universe. 

pennies and dimes for a kiss.

tech week. 


it begins today. costumes. lights. sound. set. theatre is magic. it’s the original rabbit out of a hat, and i can’t wait to share ulysses with the universe for one weekend. all my romantic ideals be damned, this show is gonna be something. a definite something. 

i’ve had a wonderful weekend. a wonderful week. now if i can just find an accompanist for voice lessons before wednesday, then life might just be smiling right on me. 

every time i sit down to write, i think i have some many things i’ve been meaning to chronicle or share, but i get in front of the screen and come up dry. i fell in mud yesterday. the earth was humbling me. mika’s coming on friday, my parents are thursday, and i simply cannot wait for that. 

also, a challenge. i think i write a lot of poetry as a cop out for stories and other prose. i used to write stories constantly. so i think i’ll challenge myself to write a page a day, of some story or other. i’ll find inspiration outside this computer screen and spin a tale. won’t that be nice?

tolloll. i’m off to re-hear. 

“

He believed that poets in the measure of their gifts and personality were the repositories of the genuine spiritual life of their race and the priests were usurpers. He detested falsity and believed in individual freedom more thoroughly than any man I have ever known.

Stanislaus Joyce, James Joyce’s brother, on James. 

i can’t breathe until you’re resting here with me.

madeline and i recently discovered that all of roswell is on instant queue. end, life. begin, marathon of terrible late 90’s alien show. the acting does not get better. rather, worse. and worse becomes better. because you’ve accepted the terrible acting as the norm. god, roswell was so good. why, oh why, did it get cancelled?!

sophomore boards are on tuesday. i’m so excited. monologue, sasha from ivanov. “oh, how boring, boring, boring!” i’m obsessed with her. genuinely. she’s such a beautiful character. scene, proof with my dearest madeline smith. wook at dis widdle david auburn scene! wook at dis widdle! joyful is a good word for this moment. 

instead of hanging with the dads together, we opted to do full facials. first, wash. then, baking soda scrub. then, steam bath with towel. so warm. so russian. then, aztec healing clay. what it heals, i’ll never know. it just itches and makes your skin pulse and looks green so it must be good for you. lastly, wash and moisturize. mmmmmmm. i love girly skin things. 

none of this is important. sometimes it’s just nice to document the ordinary. 

i mean, look at ulysses. all joyce did was take a day in the life and make it epic. 

because every day just might beautiful. if you let it. if the planets align. if you see a pretty boy and smile inside your belly down to your toes. 

i love a lazy sunday. 

but you can give me the electric twist.

i just ate the remainder of my pringles from last night, with hummus, and vegan chicken nuggets. which is silly, because there’s absolutely no chicken in them. 

my life is in constant motion. everyone’s is, of course, because even if you lay in bed for weeks, things will still occur around you. decay will take place. other forms will grow. people will take buses and fly planes. but my days are filled, and my weeks ahead are terrifying. the sheer amount of stuff to do is unreal. 

let me make a list. for my brain. for posterity. 

for makeup: make a morgue. get notes from faces i missed. figure out how to do mia farrow from rosemary’s baby. figure out why i picked that. style wig. don’t punch anyone in class. or outside of class.

for poetry: do two missed prompts. reply to posted poems. draft chapbook. check status of illustrations. compile portfolio. don’t get shot. 

for english: rewrite first essay for better grade. attend class. interview two people. make up research. submit research as real. analyze d14. actually go to class. really. 

for acting: love shaun more. 

for rocco’s: keep being awesome. 

for movement: see above. 

for ulysses: begin reading book. again. what does it mean to be a prism? process yesterday, for as long as it takes. rejoice. learn an irish dialect. 

for boards: don’t fail maddie. finish proof. do meisner and other prep. understand that catherine’s body is not mine, she is more erratic and enclosed. 

but i’m not behind. i’m not lagging. i’m not procrastinating (much). i’m preoccupied. i’m joyful. god, i’m so joyful.

i worry, because when you can see and feel and taste a change occurring, can you be so brave as to trust it? dare we?

the world is an infinite playground, and i’m just trying to master the monkey bars. 

we never could do anything half.

auditions are today?!

luckily, i’m prepared.

headshot, check. resume, check. outfit suggesting the era, check. my bad self, check. 

quick, everyone text me these words: ‘break a leg mia you are so pretty!’’

awh, thanks guys! (:

a’ight. above is the ulysses reading, which i’m absolutely not over yet. i’m the studious (or poopy faced) one with short hair next to john patrick and jaclyn with hard copies of the script. all the laptops are the people who deigned to use pdf. which, brings me to my next point of discuss—the printed word, do you think it’ll be overrun by ebooks and pdfs? i sure as hell hope not. there’s nothing like cracking the spine of a new book, or an old musty one. script analysis? impossible without the ability to pen your discoveries and tactic shifts or to highlight your lines. so, you know how i feel about saving the printed word.  what other things are good to say? i’m coming home for thanksgiving, but DON’T TELL MY SISTER. it’s a surprise for her. so here’s hoping she doesn’t pick the next few days to read this tumblr. she does, upon occasion, check in. boards are literally just around the corner. i ran my monologue in my near sleep last night, which made me happy because i know it more than i thought, but scared…because i ran it in my sleep. i mean. that’s a bit much. speaking of sleep, my next riveting entry will be on dreams.  because i know you all find that utterly enthralling. 

dear sweet baby jesus.

i have had enough. if i stumbleupon one more zooey-deschanel-inspired-engaged-to-be-happily-newlywedded-vintage-obsessed-christian-in-morals-never-in-name blogger i will choke on my own spit. my own coffee-tinged spit. and i will prefer it doubly more than any of those blogs. they’re so cute and precious and diy and upcycling and it’s such a community and it offends my bitter-sudo-hipster-nearly-twentysomething-sensibilities. 

god, and i get it. i do. i’ve got the twitter and the tumblr and the short hair and the carefully applied makeup and the fantastic collection of dresses. i recycle. i rejoice in biba. i can cateye. i’m so close to being what those bloggers are. i’m so close. do i hate them? of course not. does my cynicism revolt at the sight? of course yes. 

the world can only take so much gatdayum cute. between the internet being constantly inundated with baby animals and these women, i will be getting diarrhea of roses and unicorns. and how do they all have husbands? seriously. i can’t even procure a routine cuddlebuddy. let’s not kid ourselves. something is amiss in the universe. 

on a positive note. the ulysses reading was last night. in-cre-di-bull. i read for gerty macdowell, prostitute #2, student, katey dedalus, and mrs. breen. focus on the gerty. it was so amazing to read her text. alison is cutting more of the script, because the reading alone was three hours (excepting the seven minutes pee break). but, i can cope. the spring season is going to be amazing. i’d rejoice in either, arcadia or ulysses. and let it be known my winter break will be spent heavily in study for both. 

christ, life is good. 

today, eyebrows will be waxed. the gym will be attended. i’ll work with garrett for class, and john for boards. finish romeo and juliet so that i can get juliet on her feet (yeah, taking on that lovely for boards…fear for me). and you know, maybe try to stay on top of my work for non-ccm classes.

ha. 

maybe.