"We'll be VIP with the movie stars..."

I promise this entry will have more pictures soon. Or I hope so. As soon as they get on Facebook...cause I didn't take any of them, I have to steal them from other people and the rule of the weekend was that you were not allowed to see any pictures until they were up on Facebook.

The show was awesome. AWESOME. The audience even understood it, which I think is a testament to the talent of the entire cast. It's a difficult show, and it's long. And if you don't do it right it can easily be boring. But no -- we pulled it off. I think we all can be very proud of ourselves at this point.

After opening night, I went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The weekend of or following Halloween every year (well, for the past five years) our school has shown the movie -- and had a cast acting it out in front of the screen. The girl who had started it -- a legend in her own right on this campus and a friend of mine (not gonna lie I'm friends with most of the more recent campus legends :-P) came to see it although she graduated last year. Another campus legend , alumnus, and one of my best friends also was there to see it (he also saw my show) so it was kind of a reunion of sorts. :)
Also, the guy who played Rocky, Matt? Funny story. He's incredibly hot with one of the cutest faces *ever*. And then it slowly dawned on me -- he was the same guy who Boy-Anthony had made out with that oh-so-dramatic weekend while Anthony and I were dating. Matt is bi, but dating a girl (who Anthony had also made out with that night). I wasn't upset about Anthony's drunken tonsil hockey, and I'm still not. Now though? I'm envious. :-P I didn't go talk to him though, I thought "Hey, you made out with my ex-boyfriend before we broke up, isn't that crazy?" might be an awkward conversation starter.
Anyways, the Rocky Horror Picture Show went really well. I wish I'd had time enough between my show and theirs to get dressed up, but alas...no such luck. I still had a lot of fun, and I learned even more of the call lines. "Waiter, there's a transvestite in my soup" still remains one of my favorites.
I hope I can have time to be in the show next year. Cross your fingers!

The next day I slept until pretty much show time, then went and we had another great performance. Not quite as good as the first night, but the second show is always the worst night for any show. Opening night is usually the best as far as energy goes. Second night everyone is tired, so...it usually ends up technically pretty good, but actually...crappy. After that all the shows are at the usually very good and at this happy medium of technically good and full of energy.

We had the first of probably several cast parties last night. First most of us went to the diner and did our usual "La Vie Boheme" routine of pushing a whole bunch of tables together, coming in at seperate times, and making a loud scene.
The nice thing about our local diner (actually all the area diners I know of) is that they loooooove the people who are loud and make things interesting. Like the theater kids when they're all hyper from a show they just did. So they loved us, this one woman who works there gave us coupons to the hairdressing place that she works. So, yay for the super cheap haircut I'm gonna get!
Then we all went to our House Manager's apartment and had a typical college party and it was a lot of fun.

The picture is of me with a pillow at the apartment. This was before anyone had started drinking -- once the alcohol came out, the pillow disappeared rather quickly and I'm not sure where it went.
And yes, I know my hair is AWFUL, but it was still glued down from the show.

Also, an apology...for some bizarre and probably stupid reason, I'm getting errors when I try to comment on blogs on here so the fact that I'm not commenting does *not* mean I have nothing to say or that I'm a jerkface asswad. I mean, I might be a jerkface asswad but it has nothing to do with my lack of comments. :-D

"You answer me in riddles..."

I've got opening night tonight. I don't think the tech stuff is ready so I'm a little bit scurred! But, hey, I'm sure it will all turn out fine.

I pretty much love this video -- good music, hot porn star (yay Johnny Hazzard) dancing! And he's wearing clothes -- and I definitely think Johnny Hazzard is hottest when clothed. Could just be me.

"My body's moving into light!"
I'll admit, I dance and jump around when I play that video too.

"I wish you were a stranger I could disengage..."

I've been doing some thought lately. I've come up with some rather poor aliases for various people involved in these thoughts as well, and I think I shall start to use them.

It's kind of put me in a foul mood lately... sometimes thinking does that.

(<---Graham on a bad day, unshaven, and giving someone the good old West Virginia.) I've been thinking about Rhode Island. I've been thinking about Arcadia. I've been thinking about school. I've been thinking about Boy-Sheetz (the boy I met last Saturday). I've been thinking about monogomy. I've been thinking about clothes. I've been thinking entirely too much.

As far as Rhode Island goes...I'm a little more at-ease. I just talked to my good friend Sundance, finally. He says he hasn't heard from anyone from this summer lately either. I know at least Business-Man and Crazy-Man are alive thanks to MySpace, so that's nice. In the meantime, however, I'm still hung up on a boy (Boy-Dancer) who, for some reason, neither answers his phone or returns phone calls. I also know that there's some kind of drama going down, and I do not know the details. So I'm still concerned, very concerned even. And I am at a complete loss for what to do about it. Any thoughts?

In a way this all leads into the thoughts about Boy-Sheetz. I'm actually, and this is terrible and I feel like the most awful human being, not really that into him. Definitely not as into him as he is into me. I mean, don't get me wrong -- he's cute, he's nice, he makes me smile. All good qualities in a boyfriend. But I feel like we've jumped the gun here -- going home from the club together to boyfriends is skipping a couple steps, isn't it? Also, I honestly don't know if I feel like I want monogamy right now.
No, that's wrong. I do want monogamy, I just want it with someone who doesn't want it with me -- Boy-Dancer. Dilemma!! So what I need now is a nice, easy-let-down for Boy-Sheetz. I'm thinking "I just don't think I'm in a good place to be in a relationship right now" is probably my best bet, and it is even the truth!

Then we get to Arcadia and to school. I remember when I enjoyed college. I even didn't mind that the theater department owned my soul.
Now, at this point, I am spending entire nights, when I should be doing work for my classes (which I'm actually struggling in) in the theater so I can say "Yes, sir." three or four times. And I can't even act those lines because every time I make some kind of character choice, DirectorSev tells me I'm wrong. "You're old!" he says -- to which I respond, "Not according to the script." But, y'know, Stoppard only wrote it what did he know...
And what they seem to have in mind for my hair and such? Do they realize I'm a butler from 1809 in a wealthy enough household that Lord Byron stayed there, that they could afford to have frequent hunting trips and a private tutor and have their garden entirely relandscaped? What they are having me look like is woefully inaccurate, and it makes me cringe. The entire show is making my cringe at this point. And more than that -- it's making my grades suffer. I am writing this now because I have just finished a project I could have spent all weekend on instead of all Sunday night if my weekend (during the day, I have way more trouble concentrating at night, although I forced myself into it tonight) hadn't been utterly monopolized by the theater department.

As far as clothes go...the fact is, I need more money. All of my jeans are 28/30, and I'm a 26/30, but you can't find those affordably anywhere. So the answer is clearly that I must be rich as quickly as I can.

I have never been so excited...

...about shaving.

The director of Arcadia was forbidding the guys to shave, because apparently there is not yet a design for hair, and facial hair is included in that. So we were told: no haircuts, no shaving.

The thing is, facial hair makes me look like a hobo or an addict. And I'm interviewing for jobs. I explained this to my director today, and mentioned that no butlers have beards. No butlers ever have had beards, to my knowledge. Sideburns, sure. Mustaches, of course. Beards, no.

To my surprise and my delight, he informed me that I could, in fact, shave. But I can tell no one in the cast. Fortunately, no one in the cast reads this (I think) so...we're good.

To continue on with the good news, I have pretty much okayed to direct "How Do You Like Your Blue Eyed Boy" in our Fall One Act Festival. For now, that's all I'm gonna say. But wait a bit, because this play is intriguing, deep, and deals with important issues that the media frequently overlooks these days. (Although, there was a time when they kind of took the forefront.)

And, to continue the string of exciting theatrical news, our campus theater club met for the first time this semester tonight. Last year, I was on the club's executive cabinet, but I adamantly refused to serve on it again this year. As per tradition, my role as Club Council Representative was passed on to a freshm--er, excuse me, "first-year". This blog is all about that political correct bullsh--er, bovine byproduct.
He's new to theater in general, but he's a male so he'll be invaluable to the theater program (we are distinctly short on men).

By some bizarre coincidence, he is the only witness who didn't know me (and therefore, the only one who found it odd) when I was discussing, loudly, the pros and cons of eating Corn Pops at 7 pm in the cafeteria today. (The Corn Pops were warm, which was weird, so I didn't eat them. It was like they'd been incubated.)

And the last exciting thing is that tomorrow is Friday. I have no 9:30 class, I can sleep in! I get one class, it's in the middle of the afternoon! And then, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, I get to begin my weekend! YAY!
Although that does mean that my primary concern will have to become the whole Mr. Shimmer thing. But, y'know, I'm less upset over it. I'm more concerned for Pablo (the current reigning Mr. Shimmer, who I am runner-up to) -- he's the one who's ridiculously flamboyant and going into the Air Force from Pennsylvania. The boy doesn't even a closet, I swear. He's gonna get his ass kicked daily.

"I want my silver spoon..."

"Don't need it right now, but I better get it soon!"

I love this song. "Great Big Stuff" from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels...

"I just want someone to love me....
FOR MY MONEY! OH YEAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Anyways, now that I've talked about myself, it's time to (in a very WB-TV show-esque way) catch you up on the various "story arcs" going on in my life right now.

I'm excelling in the theater department at school, currently participating in our main stage production (I'm playing Jellaby, the butler in Arcadia). For which I am not allowed to shave.

That is kind of an issue, actually. I'm also in a desperate hunt. Presently, my best bets for employment are either H&M (oh, I can only hope and pray!!) or Abercrombie & Fitch. However, since my previous "best bets" recently have all crashed and burned in a much less pleasant way than the similarly named Savage Garden song, we're not feeling too optomistic at the moment.

In an almost-job related area, the local club has just begun to work its way back into my life. And by "work its way" I mean, it's forcing through everything else. You see, in a brash attempt to show an ex-boyfriend that he was screwing with the wrong guy, I entered this pageant for the club title. I was successful in my goals -- I beat my ex-boyfriend's contestant (he was helping this one guy), but didn't win myself. I came in second. Today, however, I received a phone call from the winner of the pageant. He is leaving for the Air Force, soon. Which leaves me with a title I don't particularly want, nor do particularly have the amount of time I would like to devote to having this title. Worse still...this year's pageant is coming up in November. Which means, I get to jump in and finish planning, organizing, running, and hosting the pageant.

In the romantic aspects of this thing I call my life....well, that's not so exciting. I have a guy hitting on me who I am totally beyond uninterested in. I may or may not be going on a no-strings-attached-I'm-not-really-interested date with another guy who's been trying to woo me since the pageant we were just discussing. I figure it's been long enough he deserves a chance. And I mean, he's a sweet guy, calls when he says he will...who knows, it could be something good. I am, however, hung up on a guy in Rhode Island who's not interested in me at all. Eh...you win some, you lose some, right? Of course right.
So, mostly, my love life is being lived through the stories I hear from all of my friends. So, in that sense, man I get around. :P