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Ben, Stop Trying to Kill Me!
Feb. 19th, 2003 06:08 pmThank you God, I now officially hate my life. Let the ranting commence.
1) My sleeping schedule is still fucked. Check out my last 48 hours: Stayed up all night Monday. That in and of itself was not too bad because Cori stayed up all night too and the two of us decided to go to the Broadview for breakfast around about 5:30 AM and that was mucho fun. I had planned to stay up until 11:00 PM, but I couldn't hold out, took a three hour nap in the afternoon, so of course I wasn't tired when night rolled around. So I was up till 5 AM last night. Couldn't wake myself up for acting class so I missed it AGAIN!!! You can bet Liz hates me right about now. I swear this just isn't my term. I'll be lucky if I can pull C's out of my classes.
Tonight I WILL fall asleep at a decent hour. Even if I have to beg Gemma for a sleeping pill, I am GOING to sleep!
2) Ben Myers is going to be the death of me. Remember the odd habit I have of injuring myself whenever he's around? Dude, it happened twice at rehearsal last night.
Act 1, scene 1: The two of us have one line of narration each. We are on stage for a grand total of 25 seconds and then walk right off. As I exit stage right with Ben trailing behind me I run smack dab into a large metal tub. All the audience hears is crashing, banging, and me saying "God damn it!" As we enter the green room, Ben is stifling laughter and saying "Oh man that was great!"
"Ben," I inquire. "Have you noticed that I seem to hurt myself whenever you are around?"
"Yeah. It's probably my fault."
Unlike Christopher Green, Ben at least has the intelligence to own up to the fact that he is the problem, not I ;)
Act 2, scene 1: As Ben and I run off stage, I trip, fall, and skin my knee. Ben helps me up and when we reach the wings I whisper "You motherfucker!"
I'm telling you, at this rate on openning night I'll prolly fall down the stairs, crack my head on the stage and die!
3) I'm getting a little miffed with Noah. Liz told us from day one to never direct our scene partners. When working on a scene you just have to let your partner find his or her own way and you may only offer suggestions if they are asked for. Last night Noah and I rehearsed and he was directing me left and right! He was trying to tell me what my fucking motivation was! Christ almighty, Noah you aren't playing Blanche!!! It's not your responsibility to worry about her characterization! That's what I'M here for! Fact of the matter is this is BLANCHE'S scene. Mitch says next to nothing and Blanche carries the entire thing on her shoulders. Liz wanted to see if I could carry the weight of a scene and that's why she assigned it to me. She wanted to see me push my own envelope. Therefore I need to make this part as firmly mine as I can in order to give Liz what she wants. I can't do that if Noah is constantly telling me what to do and stopping the scene if I do something different!
I mean shit! I know I'm not Vivien Leigh but Noah is no professional himself. The only person who I'm gonna let correct my acting is Liz. She has the authority and experience to know what is best for a scene. Noah does not. I just hope I don't kill him before the first showing.
4) Must make up two weeks of missed homework tonight because it's all due on Friday. I'd list each individual assignment but that will only depress me. I'm not thinking about ANY of this until 6 at the earliest!
1) My sleeping schedule is still fucked. Check out my last 48 hours: Stayed up all night Monday. That in and of itself was not too bad because Cori stayed up all night too and the two of us decided to go to the Broadview for breakfast around about 5:30 AM and that was mucho fun. I had planned to stay up until 11:00 PM, but I couldn't hold out, took a three hour nap in the afternoon, so of course I wasn't tired when night rolled around. So I was up till 5 AM last night. Couldn't wake myself up for acting class so I missed it AGAIN!!! You can bet Liz hates me right about now. I swear this just isn't my term. I'll be lucky if I can pull C's out of my classes.
Tonight I WILL fall asleep at a decent hour. Even if I have to beg Gemma for a sleeping pill, I am GOING to sleep!
2) Ben Myers is going to be the death of me. Remember the odd habit I have of injuring myself whenever he's around? Dude, it happened twice at rehearsal last night.
Act 1, scene 1: The two of us have one line of narration each. We are on stage for a grand total of 25 seconds and then walk right off. As I exit stage right with Ben trailing behind me I run smack dab into a large metal tub. All the audience hears is crashing, banging, and me saying "God damn it!" As we enter the green room, Ben is stifling laughter and saying "Oh man that was great!"
"Ben," I inquire. "Have you noticed that I seem to hurt myself whenever you are around?"
"Yeah. It's probably my fault."
Unlike Christopher Green, Ben at least has the intelligence to own up to the fact that he is the problem, not I ;)
Act 2, scene 1: As Ben and I run off stage, I trip, fall, and skin my knee. Ben helps me up and when we reach the wings I whisper "You motherfucker!"
I'm telling you, at this rate on openning night I'll prolly fall down the stairs, crack my head on the stage and die!
3) I'm getting a little miffed with Noah. Liz told us from day one to never direct our scene partners. When working on a scene you just have to let your partner find his or her own way and you may only offer suggestions if they are asked for. Last night Noah and I rehearsed and he was directing me left and right! He was trying to tell me what my fucking motivation was! Christ almighty, Noah you aren't playing Blanche!!! It's not your responsibility to worry about her characterization! That's what I'M here for! Fact of the matter is this is BLANCHE'S scene. Mitch says next to nothing and Blanche carries the entire thing on her shoulders. Liz wanted to see if I could carry the weight of a scene and that's why she assigned it to me. She wanted to see me push my own envelope. Therefore I need to make this part as firmly mine as I can in order to give Liz what she wants. I can't do that if Noah is constantly telling me what to do and stopping the scene if I do something different!
I mean shit! I know I'm not Vivien Leigh but Noah is no professional himself. The only person who I'm gonna let correct my acting is Liz. She has the authority and experience to know what is best for a scene. Noah does not. I just hope I don't kill him before the first showing.
4) Must make up two weeks of missed homework tonight because it's all due on Friday. I'd list each individual assignment but that will only depress me. I'm not thinking about ANY of this until 6 at the earliest!
