Well, here I am, in the final stretch of this wretched term. I can't believe I'll have finished my last first term of high school. Just 3 more weeks and it's ALL over. Yes, I realise, it's only going to start over again with the second term, but that's fine. I need that feel of renewal, of change. For now, I've gotta get my diplomas done (thank god it's only English), and worry about these two plays I'm doing. I'm done the hardest part of the Summerstock auditions, (and I might add I did not bomb it!). It's Drama class, really, that worries me; the exams, not so much. Once I start this new term, hopefully I'll have a job, and I'll be a month closer to when Joelle comes home, and a month closer till I find out whether or not I got into UVic or UBC (and by the way I still have to apply to St.FX and Mount Allison :s ), and a month closer to graduation! These are crucial times, my friends, and all I've got to ride on is hope....
and speaking of riding, I still have to learn to drive. Man, why am I like that? I'm all resolution and big ideas, but I never get anything done?! Yes yes, I know, complaining about it isn't helping, and the only thing that'll actually help is shutting up and doing it. I just wish I knew why I was like this, dammit. Ok, I'll go learn to drive, get a job, and volunteer in 3...2.......1 and a half.........1 and a quarter................1................................................shit.
Hmm...I came on here with more resolution and purpose.....now I realise I don't have that much to say...
So last night, Gabby came home with SUPER MARIO ALL-STARS IN HER HANDS! I was so very happy. So being my nerdy and lame self, once I was done my half-studying, I kept boredom at bay by burning out on this lovely classic. It's got the first 3 Mario games EVER on it. This goes to show that I'm actually making progress in my mission to collect all my favourites from the olden days.
Are you ever all by your self, and you start thinking about a conversation you had with someone or would like to have with someone, and then you start speaking your side of the conversation out loud and then you realise what you're doing and then get embarrassed because someone could've heard you, but then you remember you're all by yourself? Does that ever happen to you? Oh, bundle of neuroses, thy name is Liam.
So I've entered that short story and a poem into a writing contest, and I'm thinking I might do a poetry reading at that place that Lori (Haney/Roadhouse, not Kawalauskas) goes to. Now, it's mostly just a matter of if they don't check for ID and if I'm allowed to go at all. Next, I'm hoping to possibly enter At Bellafonte's into the Fringe festival, but the application deadline is this coming Friday, which is the very same day that we present the play. I really wish I could see it beforehand, so I could tell if it's actually anything worth putting up for the Fringe, but I guess that just won't happen now. So all I have to rely on is the opinions of my actors. I'm mentioning all this in an effort to A) be more and more active and involved in the arts and B) to increase that involvement into the public realm. After all, it's what I want to go into, so why not?
Earlier, this week, on Tuesday, we had a rehearsal. We didn't have everyone there, but we had enough to rehearse what was troubling me for some time: the final scene. So we did that, and we worked out all the minute particulars, so fortunately everyone should know what's going on now. I'm not really worried about my actors at this point, other than the fact that if I can't get them together for one last rehearsal this week I might ACTUALLY kill someone and use them as a prop in the play (if all else fails we'll have to pull a Westside, and rehearse on the very day of performance). But my real concern is simply the fact that we haven't as of yet rehearsed with props, costume, sound or lighting (or set, but that's a moot point). The final death scene has music to it, creating a mood of release/tension, which is so absolutely crucial to the ending. So we need music. For all the play, really. It's also really hard getting props and such without money. I am jobless and broke, and I need a skull, a pistol, and...something else, I'm sure ---and I have no funds to do it. So this is going to be a liiiiiiittle problem.
Oh well, that's enough out of me. See y'all later!
P.S. Habitat for Humanity was really cool. I want to do it again, and you should all do it with me. NOW.
2 comments:
Aw, you can get everything done, I promise.
Okay, I'm going to try commenting paragraph by paragraph:
1. I certainly remember that feeling. Every now and again it'd sneak up on me and I'd remember "hey, this is my last year of high school ever. My last year in this building that I know so well. My last year taking classes with these people, etc." And then it was all over and I was back at square 1, out of context, nagging myself to integrate myself into the real world, which I guess brings us to paragraph 2. I'm still like that, a year out of school. I have this list of things I tell myself I have to do every day, like write my driver's exam, finish my ACAD application, Practise life drawing for my course...and then I get sidetracked and tell myself I'll do them tomorrow. At least it sounds like you're serious about your resolutions. Mine are just fleeting, nonchalant, faraway ideas that I dream about doing, but know I'll never do.
3. Man, Mario. I think I might have to come over sometime and play them games, though I don't think it'll be the same without the game of Russian Roulette that was my cousin's Nintendo game system.
4. All the friggin' time. I honestly thought I was the only one.
5. The only thing that worries me about entering at Bellafonte's into the Fringe Festival is that there was a play about cannibalism, perhaps even a cannibalistic restaurant, at last year's Fringe. That might hurt us.
6. I'm willing to donate some of my hard-earned cash to a worthy cause. That is, if you don't mind dipping into the funds of your cast.
And I think that's it. Sorry if I bored you with this epic comment. I have faith in you, fella. Get some sleep.
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