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Saturday, November 15, 2008
I'm an attention whore.....how do I know?
Today while I was leaving the movie theatre during Changeling to go get more diet coke, I slipped down the stairs in the center isle, fell flat on my face ad my skirt flew up a bit. This resulted in a CLUNK as my body mass collided with the nasty theatre floor and a collective gasp of the100 something people that witnessed my fantastic feat of agility. But I smiled, immediately as people murmured, my friends chuckled, and the nearest viewers asked if I was alright. I amused/concerned/impacted people today. It was a performance, of sorts. I took part in action. People watched. I loved it.
& my butt probably looked cute...
Changeling...goooood movie. One of those moments when I wish I were a screen actor
if only....
so, I have a ridiculous dress rehearsal tomorrow
bound to be unpleasant
the freshmen (several are conservative christian homophobic, xenophobic mildly racist republicans...yippee) cattily whining about an extra ounce they apparently gained or bitching about their imaginary workload or gossipping or giggling/yelling backstage
yayyy!
plus acting for 4 minutes out of 3 hours
also fun
this cast just...doesn't work. It isn't small enough to have the potential to be close, and isn't large enough for it to be entirely interesting
Certain people are loud and self obsessed, others quiet and unhappy to be in it, some obsessed with their parts and assuming even around them is as well
and all of that doesn't mesh well
And it isn't as if there are some inside jokes surrounding th plot
everyone is disinterested in all of it
and I absolutely genuinely sucked during last rehearsal
How does one suck for 4 minutes and an easy, trivial, crappy part? Usually one doesn't. But I, of course, do.
At least I'm aware of my suckage?....I'm not sure if its good or bad, to be hyperaware and paranoid or naive and completely in the dark
Part of the reason I suck, just in general, is that I overthink things like acting, analyzing evry inflection and blink, resulting in an unnatural, scripted, completely superficial and inorganic performance. disgusting. I'm far too obsessed with my own performance...(though aren't most actors?) I guess Chaucer was right....pride will bring immediate downfall. joy....
Measuring life in love at.9:09 PM
Ann
Loves:Theatre(shocking), Armenia, Nutella, Rain, Musicals, World Music, Spanish, Origami, Tolerance, Scrubs, Reading, Tech, Poetry, Peace, Screenwriting, Travel, Wedding Cakes, Art Class, Shakespeare, Contemporary Issues.
Loathes: Algebra, High School Musical, Athletics, Blind Patriotic Idiocy, Chapel, Turkey, Azerbaijan, Dress code.
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