"Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?"

Julius Caesar – Act 1, Scene 2. Lines: 53-56

Friday, August 22, 2008

this is your life.

Blogging is difficult and time-consuming. Okay maybe not difficult, but it takes thought, care, and ingenuity to create, uphold, and promote a healthy blog. I'm not into all that work. So. That's fine. But this thing will definitely suffer once the school year really gets started, I'm sure. Eff.

Kay.

I'm back in Chicago. And I live in an apartment. And it's amazing. And I love living in it. And I'm still sort of shellshocked daily by the fact that I live in an apartment and I'm a real human being now as a result. Sort of. I am crestfallen with the realization that there will be no money on my school id card to swipe and buy food with on a regular basis... I will have to befriend underclassmen speedily to take care of my snacking and lunchtime needs. It's not worth it to walk all the way home and then back to campus. Not to mention I won't have time. But I'm going to have to figure something out and SOON if I'm going to stay fed this year. Like seriously. Unacceptable.

I am assistant directing "Intimate Apparel" by Lynn Nottage on the mainstage. Under Jonathan. I love Jonathan. He's terrifying and wonderful. And I am going to learn so much by being on the other side of the table for once in the rehearsal hall. It's exciting. 

Auditions are next week Wednesday and the following Tuesday, I think. Eff. Got to memorize the monologue before I can audition. Eff.

In reading a shitton of plays before school starts... I have found that I really like Edward Albee. And also I like Bertolt Brecht a little more than I used to, which initially wasn't very much at all, so that's good.

They pushed back the date of the Harry Potter movie. WHAT.

Bernie Mac died. Really sad. Isaac Hayes died. Also very sad. Morgan Freeman ALMOST died and is divorcing his wife. Holy crap.

I still like "Legally Blonde" the musical. It makes me want to hit myself. But I love it.

I miss the summer things from this year: Jekyll & Hyde, Too Many Sopranos, hanging out with Molly, sitting on Emily, playing Guitar Hero, directing little kids, etc. It was actually a really really really really excellent summer. Thanks everyone who was there. :)

I hope it turns out to be a really really really excellent school year. :\

Saturday, August 2, 2008

money money money, must be funny... in a rich man's world...

The ABBA song says it all. Look up the lyrics. I hate money so much. Rather, I hate everything I can't do without it. Sigh. Onward and downwards to paying rent out my ass for the next year and trying to make ends meet. Not encouraging. But it's the truth. It's the present. Here and now. Onwards.

That being said, I totally went to Half Price today. :x
  • The Once and Future King by T.H. White
  • Seven Plays by Sam Shepard
  • The Good Woman of Setzuan by Bertolt Brecht
  • Stardust (the comic book version) by Neil Gaiman and drawn by Charles Vess
Ughhhhh. What is it about bookstores. Why do I feel so friggin compulsive when I'm in them? And especially when they're used books. ESPECIALLY USED AND VINTAGE BOOKS. I'm horribly obsessive about them. It's a problem. Basically.

Oh, I'm seeing Idina Menzel at Potowatomi  Bingo & Casino on Monday night. Jesus. What.

I'm off to see "The Dark Knight". Again. For the third time. Deal with that.