tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18964375297053167402024-03-12T20:11:40.092-07:00Oh Ye of Little FaithOh Ye Of Little Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840163141243903506noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896437529705316740.post-86956340440018212552012-10-19T01:54:00.000-07:002012-10-19T01:54:51.949-07:00The Confused Blatherings of an Exhausted Theatre Student ...I got hardly any sleep last night ... as in, Wednesday night.<br />
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I went out after class with a few friends from the program and enjoyed the cheapest ice cream sundae in the history of forever at Denny's. Then I drove home (it took forty-five minutes to go three blocks because of a Hollywood Bowl concert) and didn't get there until about midnight. At that point I was wired from blasting music in my car with both windows rolled down on the drive home to stay awake and not total my car.<br />
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The point is, I didn't get into bed until about 2 AM. I didn't fall asleep until about 4 AM. I woke up at 11, freaking out about not having enough time to do anything with my life and worrying that I was wasting my time sleeping, as I usually do. I got up and tackled a solid three hours of research for my scene study piece, which made me feel even more comfortable with the material.<br />
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Since I didn't go out that afternoon to run errands or grab something to eat, I figured I'd head to Hollywood a couple hours early and grab a coffee and finish research in character before class started. My character I was researching and studying is a master's student working on her Art thesis. She's an impulsive, passionate, yet subtle woman. I know it seems impossible to throw all three of those together, but there you go.<br />
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The part of the story that is funny, though, is that I got hit on more and much more attention from guys in general when I was getting coffee as someone else than I have this whole past month as myself. One was random and hysterically funny, one was sweet and somewhat-not-really smooth, and the last was uncomfortable and slightly creepy.<br />
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Story done. Bed calling to me. Singing my name. Must go. Now.Oh Ye Of Little Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840163141243903506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896437529705316740.post-25935059124000848462012-10-17T12:27:00.003-07:002012-10-17T12:28:45.435-07:00Getting Over It<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I'm currently working on an assignment for technique class that I've been doing a good amount of research on. I was grouped with six other students to do an improv scene in an operating room. We took our first stab at it (pardon the pun) yesterday, and it was a bit of a mess. I had done some research, but admittedly, not as much as I should have. Our teacher gave us another chance to do it for tomorrow's class, so this morning I've been working on the research aspect. I've watched a good four or five Youtube videos specific to my character's position (surgical assistant) and a few on the procedure we decided on as a group (spinal fusion).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">That being said ... I hate hospitals. I can't stand the idea of being in an operating room. It gives me the creeps. Of course, we aren't <i>actually</i> in an OR, but nonetheless, it's a little weird. Somehow, though, all this research has made me a lot more comfortable with the idea. Now that I understand as an actor that there is a need to be in that room, performing surgery, handling medical tools, etc, it is a lot easier to put my unnecessary anxiety aside. I suppose that's what research does for actors - prepares them to put aside their own feelings to contribute to the scene or plot and to make certain that they understand what their character is responsible for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Long, pointless story short - it's a bit easier now.</span>Oh Ye Of Little Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840163141243903506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896437529705316740.post-9006915788377353052012-10-16T01:43:00.000-07:002012-10-16T01:43:08.294-07:00It's Been a Rough Day ...<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And it seems as though rough day's are becoming more common. I love it here - truly I do. But once reality hits in, once you actually realize you're flying solo, you've got to wake up. It's a big change. I have more responsibilities in some respects, and less in others. I need to get my butt out of the house and grocery shop, for instance. I need to start taking better care of myself (health-wise). But I don't have to worry about physics or AP government homework. I don't have to worry about chores the way I did before. I'm working and cleaning and living for myself only, which is a pretty exciting idea, I think. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I haven't heard back from the modeling management company yet, but I'm not holding my breath. My go-see was last week, and I had no idea why they even called me in in the first place. I'm not a model. Yes, I'm on the tall side and I'm not over-weight. But it's difficult to consider modeling when the average talent is 5'10 and 110 lbs. I am 5'9 and 150 lbs. I am not embarrassed about my weight or my curves, or any part of my physical being. I am reasonably healthy and I take pretty decent care of myself. But there is no way I'm willing to develop an eating disorder so that I can have someone take photos of me and call me pretty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The job hunt officially starts tomorrow. I've been scoping out Craigslist a bit, but I don't really trust it all that much. I'll pop into a few places that I go often like Trader Joe's and Crossroad's Trading and Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf to see if they have any available positions. I figure if I have to work, if I have to get up every morning and report to someone else and do a job, that I should at least support the company or store I'm working for. Plus, benefits and discounts are not too shabby, either. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I am pretty wiped from class tonight. Mondays are voice & speech and improv. I suck at improv. I'm not too bad at voice & speech, simply because I like to talk. But it was a lot to take in tonight, let alone my first rehearsal with my scene partner for Neil Labute's <u>The Shape of Things</u>. I'm excited about the piece, and hopefully it all goes smoothly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Long days lead to long nights. And long nights lead to peaceful slumbers. For normal people. I shall bid the internet adieu for an attempt at normalcy. Sweet dreams, creepers.</span>Oh Ye Of Little Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840163141243903506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896437529705316740.post-79572200374338067322012-10-15T15:46:00.001-07:002012-10-15T15:46:19.053-07:00Welcome to my Big Adventure<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hi there. My name's Faith. Some of you reading this might know me. Perhaps you're a friend, a family-member, my best friend's cousin's new roommate ... you get the idea. Perhaps some of you don't know me. Maybe you stumbled upon this blog because the world wide web is a portal for procrastination and infinite distraction. Either way, thanks for reading.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I'm just a girl living in a big city, with a pretty huge dream. I'm like all other girls that come to Los Angeles. In some ways. I want to be successful. I want to support myself on my craft, my art. But I'm also very different in a lot of ways. I came here to study. Not to get famous. At some point, later on, down the road, etc, who can say what I'll want. But right now, I'm learning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The idea is to use this blog to take down important events, lessons, and experiences that I have while I'm here. I'm hoping to do a better job keeping it up than I do with my journal or exercising or ... you get the idea. I hope you enjoy reading about my triumphs and failures, and a bit of my boring rants. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Most importantly, thank you for coming on this journey with me.</span>Oh Ye Of Little Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840163141243903506noreply@blogger.com0