hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || storyteller)

I had a series of bizarre dreams last night.

First dream, I and my passel of non-existent siblings got mistaken for… some branch of the Royal Family, and spent about half of the dream pretending to be the children of the Duchess of something. Even though you’d think the Duchess of something would have recognised her own children. Eventually, naturally, we got found out, and I had to do a lot of stuttering explaining for why I was pretending to be her daughter, and stumbling over addressing her as marm-as-in-arm or ma’am-as-in-ham, and was fairly sure I was going to be arrested for impersonating a member of the Royal Family and accused of shoving the real ones into a closet somewhere. But I wasn’t. And then the Queen showed up, and she was very sharp old lady a la Judi Dench, and somehow I then ended up walking down Oxford Circus with the Queen and my mum, and we went into a record shop, and I bought velvet shoes with curly toes.

Second dream, I was in a production of Les Mis which apparently… had never had any rehearsals before, because all the scenes were massively out of order, and it was only my previous knowledge of the play which meant I got my cues at all. I was playing Javert, which was awesome, but I hadn’t been mic’d, so I was trying to project all these low notes and failing, and for some reason, during ‘Stars’, it was like the stage had been turned into a trampoline, or else gravity was suddenly one sixth the usual, because I was bouncing all over the place and trying to maintain a suitable gravitas whilst doing so. Which was difficult. And then halfway through, even though there was an audience, I realised that it actually was a rehearsal, because half the cast wasn’t costumed, and blocking hadn’t been finalised. And some of my castmates would play this game of, like, throwing themselves on me and stuff and trying to get my composure to break, because I was doing a Javert Stern and Unamused face, and was… apparently onstage during the entire production. Just planted off to one side with my chin up and my hands behind my back.

I dunno.

hobbit_feets: (r&g || better than no life at all)
So, I went to talk to my advisor today, about studying abroad and changing my major, and figuring out how to fit these things into the next two years so that I can still graduate on time.  It was my intention to switch my Theatre major to a minor, and add an English major and Linguistics minor.  However, as I want to study abroad for a semester, certain concessions had to be made in the interests of time, and I've now dropped my Theatre studies entirely.

I'm mildly terrified.

It's entirely illogical, but not unlike the feeling I had when I dropped out of Morris.  In that instance. it was the fact that I couldn't conceive of myself as anything other than a student- what the hell was I if I dropped out of school?  But I did drop out, and thank god for that.  Here, so much of my self-identity is rooted in being a theatre person that the notion of not having some kind of academic emphasis in theatre is scary, but honestly, I haven't really been able to get into the theatre department here.  Or I don't feel like I have, anyway.  I feel very much an outsider, just poking at it and hoping something will stick, and I figure, hell, why do that when I can study other things, and then later, once I move to England, I can attend a proper acting school and do it all at once.  And even all that aside, it's silly to think that somehow I stop being a theatre person because I've dropped the major.  I am going to be a theatre person no-matter what I study; it's a bit too late to do anything about that now.

On a more cheery note- I shan't be able to study abroad next year, which is what I'd hoped for, because of my Finnish classes, but first semester of my senior year is on.  And there's a sociolinguistics programme through King's College London which sounds brilliant.
hobbit_feets: (r&g || better than no life at all)
So, I went to talk to my advisor today, about studying abroad and changing my major, and figuring out how to fit these things into the next two years so that I can still graduate on time.  It was my intention to switch my Theatre major to a minor, and add an English major and Linguistics minor.  However, as I want to study abroad for a semester, certain concessions had to be made in the interests of time, and I've now dropped my Theatre studies entirely.

I'm mildly terrified.

It's entirely illogical, but not unlike the feeling I had when I dropped out of Morris.  In that instance. it was the fact that I couldn't conceive of myself as anything other than a student- what the hell was I if I dropped out of school?  But I did drop out, and thank god for that.  Here, so much of my self-identity is rooted in being a theatre person that the notion of not having some kind of academic emphasis in theatre is scary, but honestly, I haven't really been able to get into the theatre department here.  Or I don't feel like I have, anyway.  I feel very much an outsider, just poking at it and hoping something will stick, and I figure, hell, why do that when I can study other things, and then later, once I move to England, I can attend a proper acting school and do it all at once.  And even all that aside, it's silly to think that somehow I stop being a theatre person because I've dropped the major.  I am going to be a theatre person no-matter what I study; it's a bit too late to do anything about that now.

On a more cheery note- I shan't be able to study abroad next year, which is what I'd hoped for, because of my Finnish classes, but first semester of my senior year is on.  And there's a sociolinguistics programme through King's College London which sounds brilliant.
hobbit_feets: (icons || victorian fashion)
It's an interesting thing, having to re-learn every winter how to walk on ice.  I was just off walking, as you might have guessed, and was thinking about this.  It's a very particular sort of walking; a marked shortening of the stride, the weight put on the toes instead of the heel, tensing the muscles just above the knee and at the back of the ankle. 

I dunno, I find that sort of thing interesting.  I like being aware of movement, of how the body adjusts to certain environments and stimuli, both internal and external.  I suppose that'd be the acting nerd in me; if you know what the muscles in your legs do when you're, to use this example, walking on ice, you can recreate that same behaviour even when you're not walking on ice, make it look like you are.  I think it's fascinating.  *pout*

hobbit_feets: (icons || victorian fashion)
It's an interesting thing, having to re-learn every winter how to walk on ice.  I was just off walking, as you might have guessed, and was thinking about this.  It's a very particular sort of walking; a marked shortening of the stride, the weight put on the toes instead of the heel, tensing the muscles just above the knee and at the back of the ankle. 

I dunno, I find that sort of thing interesting.  I like being aware of movement, of how the body adjusts to certain environments and stimuli, both internal and external.  I suppose that'd be the acting nerd in me; if you know what the muscles in your legs do when you're, to use this example, walking on ice, you can recreate that same behaviour even when you're not walking on ice, make it look like you are.  I think it's fascinating.  *pout*

hobbit_feets: (vg || it should be tarted up)
Which is rather unusual, given that I am quite by myself tonight.  I would not have it that way, but there we are.  At the moment, I want nothing more than to go out clubbing.  I want to party.  I feel so restless.  I want to go out and dance.  Just, dancing with masses and masses of people- the sweat and smell of it, with the thrum of music through one's entire body.  I want to snog some nameless, pretty girl.  Hell, possibly do more than snog.  But then, I am on my period at the moment and feeling very distinctly the need for flesh, so I wouldn't take that too seriously.  Not really into shagging random birds from clubs. 

Also would totally be into the consumption of some illegal substances.   In fact, if you take a look at the Doctor in my icon- I would love to feel like that.  Drunk off my head and having just shagged a gorgeous French aristocrat. 

Random, but last night I was doing a bit of emotional recall- practise, you know, being the acting nerd that I am.  And I found, strangely, that calling upon memories and events from my own life elicited almost no reaction at all- I couldn't muster tears or genuine laughter or anything- but thinking about my characters- that is to say the ones I rp online- it was quite astounding, the genuineness and vehemence of the emotions they produced.  Is that sad?  Strange?  I don't know.  I mean, it certainly worked, but it seems bizarre to me.
hobbit_feets: (vg || it should be tarted up)
Which is rather unusual, given that I am quite by myself tonight.  I would not have it that way, but there we are.  At the moment, I want nothing more than to go out clubbing.  I want to party.  I feel so restless.  I want to go out and dance.  Just, dancing with masses and masses of people- the sweat and smell of it, with the thrum of music through one's entire body.  I want to snog some nameless, pretty girl.  Hell, possibly do more than snog.  But then, I am on my period at the moment and feeling very distinctly the need for flesh, so I wouldn't take that too seriously.  Not really into shagging random birds from clubs. 

Also would totally be into the consumption of some illegal substances.   In fact, if you take a look at the Doctor in my icon- I would love to feel like that.  Drunk off my head and having just shagged a gorgeous French aristocrat. 

Random, but last night I was doing a bit of emotional recall- practise, you know, being the acting nerd that I am.  And I found, strangely, that calling upon memories and events from my own life elicited almost no reaction at all- I couldn't muster tears or genuine laughter or anything- but thinking about my characters- that is to say the ones I rp online- it was quite astounding, the genuineness and vehemence of the emotions they produced.  Is that sad?  Strange?  I don't know.  I mean, it certainly worked, but it seems bizarre to me.
hobbit_feets: (Geek)
I got into the musical!  Fucking yeah!  I mean, it's Seussical, and I don't know anything about Seussical, but I've not got into a show once this year, and now I have, and I actually have a part, at that!  A tiny wee part, but it's a part!  I have a name!  I am Vlada Vladikoff, an evil Russian eagle.  I am definitely into that.  Pretty much fuckin' awesome, I say.  I can do evil, I can do Russian- I've not tried being an eagle before, but I'm sure I'll find it in meself.  I'm also in the ensemble in addition to that, because it is, as I say, a tiny part. 

In other news, all of you go to the Valentine's Meme and put your names down so I can shower you with love.  If you feel like lavishing me with lashings of affection, here's my wee bit- Moi!
hobbit_feets: (Geek)
I got into the musical!  Fucking yeah!  I mean, it's Seussical, and I don't know anything about Seussical, but I've not got into a show once this year, and now I have, and I actually have a part, at that!  A tiny wee part, but it's a part!  I have a name!  I am Vlada Vladikoff, an evil Russian eagle.  I am definitely into that.  Pretty much fuckin' awesome, I say.  I can do evil, I can do Russian- I've not tried being an eagle before, but I'm sure I'll find it in meself.  I'm also in the ensemble in addition to that, because it is, as I say, a tiny part. 

In other news, all of you go to the Valentine's Meme and put your names down so I can shower you with love.  If you feel like lavishing me with lashings of affection, here's my wee bit- Moi!
hobbit_feets: (Derisive Laughter)
I got called back!  Genius!  Oh, I am so excited right now.  Just 'cos- I've not got into any plays yet this year, so this is a significant improvement, what?  I knew my audition went well last night...
hobbit_feets: (Derisive Laughter)
I got called back!  Genius!  Oh, I am so excited right now.  Just 'cos- I've not got into any plays yet this year, so this is a significant improvement, what?  I knew my audition went well last night...
hobbit_feets: (Black Powder)
Mmm, there is absolutely nothing like a good cup of English Breakfast Tea on a winter morn.  Though really it doesn't feel much like the morning- it's 6:05 yet- but there we are.  Like as not, I shall have another cup once I finish this one, and then it shall be morning properly.  New classes start today- I've Fundamentals of Acting and World History Since 1500 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I should think I'll enjoy both of those reasonably.  A good day, then. 

Oh, aces!  I've just got an e-mail from Deidre, the theatre professor, and she's had to cancel the class tomorrow, on account of her being ill.  Meaning- I've no classes until 2:00 in the afternoon.  I have absolutely no objections to that.  None at bloody all.  This means I can biff over to the U Card Office and see about getting a replacement card, as I think I may have left mine at home.  Not sure how I managed to do that, as I dinnae even recall taking it home with me, but there we are.   Then, assuming I shan't get the thing immediately, I'll be able to go down and do a bit of grocery shopping, perhaps take an unconventional breakfast at Subway.  Corking.  And I'll be able to finish the painting of Chris Corner I'm doing.  I know, it's a bit sad, painting him, but I can't help it if he's ridiculously gorgeous and takes brilliant pictures, can I? It's quite groovy at any rate- all black and white; based off this picture.  I'm very happy with it, even if his nose is a bit wonky.  I'll be able to fix that once the paint dries, certainly. 

And, of course, the word for today!!  I know you were all looking forward to that. 

Swivet: a state of extreme agitation

Oooh, I do like that.  'I'm in a right bloody swivet, let me tell you!'  Marvellous.  I shall have to start using that. 
hobbit_feets: (Black Powder)
Mmm, there is absolutely nothing like a good cup of English Breakfast Tea on a winter morn.  Though really it doesn't feel much like the morning- it's 6:05 yet- but there we are.  Like as not, I shall have another cup once I finish this one, and then it shall be morning properly.  New classes start today- I've Fundamentals of Acting and World History Since 1500 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I should think I'll enjoy both of those reasonably.  A good day, then. 

Oh, aces!  I've just got an e-mail from Deidre, the theatre professor, and she's had to cancel the class tomorrow, on account of her being ill.  Meaning- I've no classes until 2:00 in the afternoon.  I have absolutely no objections to that.  None at bloody all.  This means I can biff over to the U Card Office and see about getting a replacement card, as I think I may have left mine at home.  Not sure how I managed to do that, as I dinnae even recall taking it home with me, but there we are.   Then, assuming I shan't get the thing immediately, I'll be able to go down and do a bit of grocery shopping, perhaps take an unconventional breakfast at Subway.  Corking.  And I'll be able to finish the painting of Chris Corner I'm doing.  I know, it's a bit sad, painting him, but I can't help it if he's ridiculously gorgeous and takes brilliant pictures, can I? It's quite groovy at any rate- all black and white; based off this picture.  I'm very happy with it, even if his nose is a bit wonky.  I'll be able to fix that once the paint dries, certainly. 

And, of course, the word for today!!  I know you were all looking forward to that. 

Swivet: a state of extreme agitation

Oooh, I do like that.  'I'm in a right bloody swivet, let me tell you!'  Marvellous.  I shall have to start using that. 
hobbit_feets: (Eyepatch)
Today, I faked an orgasm on stage. 

It was pretty damn awesome, though I felt that I could have done better, really.  One naturally feels a bit odd doing this sort of thing without any practise beforehand, but looking back... oh well.  If I get into the play, I suppose I'll have plenty of time to perfect my technique.  Assuming, if I get into the play, that I get that part at all.  I rather doubt it.  Erin did the scene much better than I (I mean the other scene that Naomi is in, but her orgasm was better than mine as well.  Not really surprising).  Highly enjoyable nonetheless.
hobbit_feets: (Eyepatch)
Today, I faked an orgasm on stage. 

It was pretty damn awesome, though I felt that I could have done better, really.  One naturally feels a bit odd doing this sort of thing without any practise beforehand, but looking back... oh well.  If I get into the play, I suppose I'll have plenty of time to perfect my technique.  Assuming, if I get into the play, that I get that part at all.  I rather doubt it.  Erin did the scene much better than I (I mean the other scene that Naomi is in, but her orgasm was better than mine as well.  Not really surprising).  Highly enjoyable nonetheless.
hobbit_feets: (Yellow Submarine)
If my livejournal was sentient, I would say that it has been guilting me about my negligence in updating it of late.  However, as it clearly is not sentient, I'm either imagining things, or putting off doing the more important things in my life to be a nerdhole and write in my online blog.  The latter is probably the more likely of the two, I should say.

I have recently become rather obsessed with Alfred Molina, which is something of an odd obsession for a teenaged girl to have, as he is fifty-two years old, and not terribly attractive.  At least not in the conventional sense.  But there we are.  I suppose it shows me to have some substance, that I am capable of fangirling amazing actors and interesting people as well as gorgeous, young celebrities.  Eh.  Or I could just be strange.  Either one, I suppose.

I saw the One Act on Friday, and it was quite hilarious, moreso than I had been expecting, what with all the horrible things I've been hearing about the director and the quality of the script.  I must admit, a great deal of the humour came from knowing who the actors themselves were in relation to who they were playing.  Otto, for example, in his entrance, playing the kind of sexy, cocky, macho bloke, which Otto is about as far from as anyone can get.  And dear Gabriel, who- sad as it is- is really more like his character than he would like to admit.  And Emily, of course.  My dear, you were magnificent; you played the role to absolute perfection.

Mmm.  Right now, I should like one of those bins with the three different kinds of popcorn in.  My favourite is always the cheese.  Yum.  But, of course, I haven't got any such bin of popcorn.

Damn the luck
hobbit_feets: (Yellow Submarine)
If my livejournal was sentient, I would say that it has been guilting me about my negligence in updating it of late.  However, as it clearly is not sentient, I'm either imagining things, or putting off doing the more important things in my life to be a nerdhole and write in my online blog.  The latter is probably the more likely of the two, I should say.

I have recently become rather obsessed with Alfred Molina, which is something of an odd obsession for a teenaged girl to have, as he is fifty-two years old, and not terribly attractive.  At least not in the conventional sense.  But there we are.  I suppose it shows me to have some substance, that I am capable of fangirling amazing actors and interesting people as well as gorgeous, young celebrities.  Eh.  Or I could just be strange.  Either one, I suppose.

I saw the One Act on Friday, and it was quite hilarious, moreso than I had been expecting, what with all the horrible things I've been hearing about the director and the quality of the script.  I must admit, a great deal of the humour came from knowing who the actors themselves were in relation to who they were playing.  Otto, for example, in his entrance, playing the kind of sexy, cocky, macho bloke, which Otto is about as far from as anyone can get.  And dear Gabriel, who- sad as it is- is really more like his character than he would like to admit.  And Emily, of course.  My dear, you were magnificent; you played the role to absolute perfection.

Mmm.  Right now, I should like one of those bins with the three different kinds of popcorn in.  My favourite is always the cheese.  Yum.  But, of course, I haven't got any such bin of popcorn.

Damn the luck
hobbit_feets: (Cool)
I haven't updated in over a month; what the bloody hell is wrong with me?!??!?  Alas.  Strange child am I.  In Yoda speak talking am I.  Why I know not.

Play opens on Friday.  We're fucked.  To put it bluntly.  Not me- I know my stuff; I've known my lines since the beginning of October; I know my cues; I'm good, but I can't do anything about anybody else, and that bothers me.  It bothers me intensely.  *shrugs*  But that's just how I am, I suppose.  Farrah has informed Gabe and I that we are to practise hugging before every rehearsal/performance, so that my attempted embrace will be less awkward.  Mmm.  It makes me laugh.  I certainly do not object., though.  Good gods, he smells even more delicious when you've got your face buried in his shoulder.  Pity the hug has to be a mother/son type hug.  But there we are; it would be somewhat awkward if Matt and Lucille were flirting onstage.  Incest and all that, y'know.  Damn the luck.

I swear to all that is holy, and some that is not, I want on that boy.  I want it so intensely it is just bloody unfair.  Why is he so ri-goddamn-diculously desirable?

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