I just got the e-mail which says I’ve been cast in Titanic, as the Bellboy.
The best part of this of course is that it’s a trouser role, so to speak. (Yes I know that’s technically an opera term…) Since I’m playing a boy, I not only get to wear pants, but for the first time since I returned to theater last year, the director ISN’T MAKING ME GROW MY HAIR. *Bounces.* It’s funny as hell cause I showed up with my wig from The Dining Room on, figuring if I could fool them it was real and then reveal it was a wig, they’d be more inclined to cast me despite my short hair (it’s a period show afteral,) and possibly even let me wear the wig rather than grow my hair out. Of course that’s a moot point since I’m playing a boy. In retrospect this makes choosing a song from Peter Pan for auditions a very good choice. *Bounces more.*
Sci Fi Channel put an add over the Subtitles on Return of the Mummy. Idiots. It’s not as if anyone knows what their saying. Ancient Egyptian is not exactly the most commonly spoken language round anyplace these days. But I’m to busy to get irritated with the TV. Been working on my Term Projects, and enjoying my haircut. Finally got all the hair off my head I had to keep for The Dinning Room. I was going to wait till the cast list came out for EOP but I’ve seen folks with scripts already, so I’m sure they’ve pretty much cast the show already… so I don’t have to get approval from another director who’ll probably try and make me grow it more. See… there’s a bright side to not getting cast. *Repeats that to self a few times.*
It’ll give me some time to get my stuff in order at the beginning of next semester too, so if I get into Titanic it won’t kill me at the end of my Senior Year. *Pumsy induced Grinnage.* So yeash… looking on the bright side of life… but I won’t be fore long if I don’t get back to my Term Project *Higgles.*
I just lost the entry I was trying to write… I was catching you up on what the hell’s been keeping me away from writing. I’ll compose in Word now, because I just remembered I don’t trust the window. Anyhow yes… I just realized I didn’t even Write about the Player’s 75th Anniversary Weekend.
It was fun. There was a great Luncheon with these really old players talking about how they almost burned down the playhouse and things, to which I brought GF. Really things weren’t all that different back then apparently. Then there was the closing night show, and the Players Party. I borrowed Quixote’s clippers during strike/cleanup and cut off the hair that’s been taking over my head. No more Hairwings!!! Just 1 inch of hair all about. I fudged it a bit on the very top cause I wanted a bit more bangs than 1 inch, but yesh. Then there was the party… which was fun too… and the Picnic which was funner… I think because of the Sunlight and the nice Park. It was really quite pleasant.
Then it was back to work… lots of school shit to catch up on: Two final animations, an exam, a Final Exam and a Partridge in a Pear Tree… Especially since I chose this time to enter a Dungeons and Dragons Campaign. I mean, that made it a lot to catch up on. Last Tuesday I slept over in the VAST lab after I rendered my project… I mean… it was 6am at that point… really no point in going home just to come back 4 hours later. Take out transit time and get an hour more sleep. Except that the 8am Class came in and the professor decided having a sleeping person in the classroom would be distupive so I had to go sleep in the hall. *Mutter Mutter.*
So then all that got taken care of, classes were over, and everything was lovely. The DnD Campaign ended with all our Characters Ascending to Demi-Godhood, which is cool because otherwise my charrie was dead, but she’s still utterly unplayable now. *Sigh.*
Right then… nothing else really to talk about… not that I want to put on the web where anyone can read it. *Higgles.*
My head is going to pop. Seriously. I have Man of La Mancha Rehearsals Like every night, and I knew that would happen when I signed on… honestly I’m used to that sort of thing, but I didn’t expect Hell week for this Play to Fall on the week that my Professors decide to dump every project in the world on my head. I have HCI Group Meetings almost every day after classes, and when I don’t have that I have to be in the Animation Lab to finish my Animation 1 Homework, and except today I have to meet my mom after work because I need to do my Taxes, oh… and I have a Final Project Proposal due for Animation Survey. Blech.
I don’t know when I’m going to do my Animation 1 HW. I can do everything eles backstage at the play if need be. I can take my laptop and get it done… no problem. *Sigh.* I’m back posting two other entries today, that I wrote before but never had the chance to type up, so I’m keeping this short. No excuse to waste further time. My poor Webcomic is suffering and I haven’t spent nearly as much time on IRT as I should have been. But Before I go… I should like to bitch a bit more about my hair.
As if I haven’t bored you to death with all that already.
This wicked hair again… I was so pleased when I got a Haircut… But I’m in another play, in which I have to grow it out. I’m thinking I should invest in a good, long brown wig… so I can avoid this shit, but they’d probably want to mess it up on me anyhow, so I can look good and prisonerish for “Man of La Mancha.” *Sighs.* So the hair is back. I bought some barrettes, as it seems I’m going to need them. I haven’t needed barrettes in years. I mean it’s not like it’s going to get that long in the next 6 weeks… so I’m not sending home to ask my mom to dig my box of headbands out… though I should probably get her to send some of those toothy circular things that go all the way round… that’ll keep the hair off the back of my neck. I hate hair brushing on the back of my neck. Right now I’m combating it by making a small ponytail with a barrette so it sticks out straight away from my head back there… but I suspect it looks rather silly, and I keep loosing the barrettes I put back there. *Sigh.*
Right then… off to Foley Rehearsal. Actually it’s probably going to be more of a Foley Build… but that’s fun too.