Thursday, October 15, 2009
I exist...again
I google myself. I admit it.
There used to be fewer "Angela Santillos" out there, but in the last year or so a whole lot more of them starting popping up, especially in the New York area. (Yes, there is more than one of me in the NYC area. I think we should dual, I think I will win. In fact I think I would win most duals. Without a doubt. I think my chances are heightened because I took karate for three years in elementary school, I am super flexible, and can quote "Rocky" from start to finish.)
A cast member of my show came up to me last night and said he googled me and found my blog. (Hi Kevin if you are reading this.)
And I realized that I am ashamed because 1) I have a blog and 2) I have not updated my blog since April. Which makes me not only pretentious but a failure. That is a heavy load to bear.
So I think I should start blogging again because for some odd reason, people enjoy it. (And I enjoy all of you that read it.)
Since I have been gone so long, I figured it is time to recap what has happened in the life of Angela since April:
-Angela has been busy
-Angela has done lots of theater
-Angela has gone to the gym
-Angela has been cooking more
-Angela kinda wishes she could really talk about herself in the 3rd person.
Currently Angela is:
-Getting ready for her show to open next week
-Is craving In and Out burger so badly she could cry
-Wishes she wore a warmer jacket
-Is killing time before her voice lesson in which she will kill her teacher with her horrible attempt at vocal scales
-Is wishing she slept more last night
-Really needs to stop thinking pumpkin spice lattes are a good idea.
There used to be fewer "Angela Santillos" out there, but in the last year or so a whole lot more of them starting popping up, especially in the New York area. (Yes, there is more than one of me in the NYC area. I think we should dual, I think I will win. In fact I think I would win most duals. Without a doubt. I think my chances are heightened because I took karate for three years in elementary school, I am super flexible, and can quote "Rocky" from start to finish.)
A cast member of my show came up to me last night and said he googled me and found my blog. (Hi Kevin if you are reading this.)
And I realized that I am ashamed because 1) I have a blog and 2) I have not updated my blog since April. Which makes me not only pretentious but a failure. That is a heavy load to bear.
So I think I should start blogging again because for some odd reason, people enjoy it. (And I enjoy all of you that read it.)
Since I have been gone so long, I figured it is time to recap what has happened in the life of Angela since April:
-Angela has been busy
-Angela has done lots of theater
-Angela has gone to the gym
-Angela has been cooking more
-Angela kinda wishes she could really talk about herself in the 3rd person.
Currently Angela is:
-Getting ready for her show to open next week
-Is craving In and Out burger so badly she could cry
-Wishes she wore a warmer jacket
-Is killing time before her voice lesson in which she will kill her teacher with her horrible attempt at vocal scales
-Is wishing she slept more last night
-Really needs to stop thinking pumpkin spice lattes are a good idea.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Dear Mother Fucker,
Me and my Honda Civic thank you. We found it quite complementary and wonderful that you decided to run your car into us at some unknown hour. As I was sleeping, and my car was parked peacefully on the street, you must have decided to back and sideswipe the vehicle in the process. It was such a delightful gift on my Thursday morning to leave the house in a hurry and find that you ran into my car and didn't leave a note.
The new dents on her bumper, on her wheel cover, and the numerous white scratch marks are such a wonderful addition to her already wonderful appearance.
Cause the paint damage from the punks who egged my car randomly one night in Oakland is a little weak. I must admit. The entire left side of my car is not fucked up enough. Although, the egg damage (which oddly looks like the car was part of a mob shoot out) is now nicely complemented. Instead of the doors just being fucked up, you have completed the look with the front of the car. I just hope someone reams my end to make it the great work of fuckedupness it is so clearly destined to become.
And the dent in my hood from the random truck that backed into my hood at another unknown hour of the night as it was parked peacefully on the street, it looks far better now with the messy bumper. Now it is like a strange optical illusion. It almost looks like a game. A game of "count how many dents are on this Honda Civic."
I am sure just like the truck denter, the egg throwers, and the previous Mother Fucker who hit my parked car and took off my side view mirror, your failure to leave a note was just a way of being coy.
Oh, you tease you. I will think of you fondly, my random hit and runner, every morning as I go to my car and see those delightful new dents.
So thank you Mother Fucker. Actually, thank you all my Mother Fuckers for making my car so much more than ordinary.
Just like me, she is growing up to be an exceedingly beautiful marked woman.
Love,
-Angela and her Honda Civic
The new dents on her bumper, on her wheel cover, and the numerous white scratch marks are such a wonderful addition to her already wonderful appearance.
Cause the paint damage from the punks who egged my car randomly one night in Oakland is a little weak. I must admit. The entire left side of my car is not fucked up enough. Although, the egg damage (which oddly looks like the car was part of a mob shoot out) is now nicely complemented. Instead of the doors just being fucked up, you have completed the look with the front of the car. I just hope someone reams my end to make it the great work of fuckedupness it is so clearly destined to become.
And the dent in my hood from the random truck that backed into my hood at another unknown hour of the night as it was parked peacefully on the street, it looks far better now with the messy bumper. Now it is like a strange optical illusion. It almost looks like a game. A game of "count how many dents are on this Honda Civic."
I am sure just like the truck denter, the egg throwers, and the previous Mother Fucker who hit my parked car and took off my side view mirror, your failure to leave a note was just a way of being coy.
Oh, you tease you. I will think of you fondly, my random hit and runner, every morning as I go to my car and see those delightful new dents.
So thank you Mother Fucker. Actually, thank you all my Mother Fuckers for making my car so much more than ordinary.
Just like me, she is growing up to be an exceedingly beautiful marked woman.
Love,
-Angela and her Honda Civic
Monday, April 6, 2009
The most bitter horoscope ever...
A choice selection from my horoscope for this month:
"If you look over at the guy you're having dinner with and realize that he's just as rude, gassy and drunk as the idiot you divorced last year, excuse yourself, get a cab and go home. Pluto is all about learning from mistakes – not repeating them ad nauseam. The person that needs to make these inside out changes isn't the dumb date you chose – it's YOU! You may be better off alone. Ever thought about that? Your dog, cat or ferret might be a better companion – smarter and more loyal, too. It's time to make loads of peace with yourself – even if it means spending some time in the mountains in a private cabin. Actually, that sounds just about perfect."
Well, fuck April.
"If you look over at the guy you're having dinner with and realize that he's just as rude, gassy and drunk as the idiot you divorced last year, excuse yourself, get a cab and go home. Pluto is all about learning from mistakes – not repeating them ad nauseam. The person that needs to make these inside out changes isn't the dumb date you chose – it's YOU! You may be better off alone. Ever thought about that? Your dog, cat or ferret might be a better companion – smarter and more loyal, too. It's time to make loads of peace with yourself – even if it means spending some time in the mountains in a private cabin. Actually, that sounds just about perfect."
Well, fuck April.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Deep Thoughts...Late Night Time with Angela
The problem with having rehearsal till 10pm is that you come home wired and hungry. So you eat and you don't have enough energy to do homework but you have the energy to sit in a semi-insomnia state looking at your computer thinking, "There is a whole world out there, what can I do on the Internet..."
Well I don't do anything besides check stupid websites and stare at facebook like something big is going to happen in my life and it is going to magically appear on the news feed page.
So.....let us make this a more productive time before the Sandman comes to bed with me.
-The NY Times had an interactive thing on their website today where they asked readers to upload words that described their feelings about the economy. You should see it, it will cause you to stress out. With words like "proud" "betrayed" "powerless" and "vindicated"...I just don't have a clue. No deep thought there. I just feel like I am a theater person, so I am going to be poorer instead of poor. Groovy.
-Why does Yogi tea put words of wisdom on their teabags? I sit here drinking my tea and that little paper thing that hangs off the string reads, "Experience is wisdom." Well, thank you Mr. Teabag for confirming I am incapable because of my stupidity.
-How is it that I know so many lyrics to hip hop songs? Today I just free styled a Jay-Z song. Does that make me cool or a weird semi-white girl?
-I want a dog. Does that mean I am like a cat lady on steroids?
-And how old and how many cats does a cat lady make?
-How old is cougar status? And is it alright for your own mom to call you a cougar? Does that mean she is-a Saber Tooth Tiger?
-Why does Led Zeppelin rock so much? What is it about Robert Plant that makes me car dance like a stripper? Is it even possible to car dance like a stripper or do I look like I have epilepsy?
-If you dream of someone all night long does that mean (a) they are dreaming of you (b) you are a subconscious stalker (c) doesn't matter anyway cause nothing good really happened
-When you think of the economy, what words come to mind? For that matter, on a scale of 1-10 how fucking scared are you?
-Why don't I eat ice cream anymore? In California I was an ice cream fiend. I feel like I am losing myself. Who is Angela?
-Why is ricotta cheese so good? I mean seriously. And am I super Italian cause I am craving that shit at midnight?
Well I don't do anything besides check stupid websites and stare at facebook like something big is going to happen in my life and it is going to magically appear on the news feed page.
So.....let us make this a more productive time before the Sandman comes to bed with me.
-The NY Times had an interactive thing on their website today where they asked readers to upload words that described their feelings about the economy. You should see it, it will cause you to stress out. With words like "proud" "betrayed" "powerless" and "vindicated"...I just don't have a clue. No deep thought there. I just feel like I am a theater person, so I am going to be poorer instead of poor. Groovy.
-Why does Yogi tea put words of wisdom on their teabags? I sit here drinking my tea and that little paper thing that hangs off the string reads, "Experience is wisdom." Well, thank you Mr. Teabag for confirming I am incapable because of my stupidity.
-How is it that I know so many lyrics to hip hop songs? Today I just free styled a Jay-Z song. Does that make me cool or a weird semi-white girl?
-I want a dog. Does that mean I am like a cat lady on steroids?
-And how old and how many cats does a cat lady make?
-How old is cougar status? And is it alright for your own mom to call you a cougar? Does that mean she is-a Saber Tooth Tiger?
-Why does Led Zeppelin rock so much? What is it about Robert Plant that makes me car dance like a stripper? Is it even possible to car dance like a stripper or do I look like I have epilepsy?
-If you dream of someone all night long does that mean (a) they are dreaming of you (b) you are a subconscious stalker (c) doesn't matter anyway cause nothing good really happened
-When you think of the economy, what words come to mind? For that matter, on a scale of 1-10 how fucking scared are you?
-Why don't I eat ice cream anymore? In California I was an ice cream fiend. I feel like I am losing myself. Who is Angela?
-Why is ricotta cheese so good? I mean seriously. And am I super Italian cause I am craving that shit at midnight?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Bucket List
I don't know why this Monday is so weird. Anyone else feel like this Monday is just all sorts of oddly wrapped up weirdness?
So, in my oddly wrapped state I am having a "what should I do with my life" moment and have decided that now is the perfect time to start my bucket list.
Why not? Right? Right.
1. Write a Lifetime movie for woman that is (a) based on a true story (b) has one scene where a woman cries in a kitchen (c) has a guest star appearance for the court trial (d) has a man getting hurt somehow, preferably in a horrible pool incident
2. Learn how to make pasta from scratch. And cannolis.
3. Go to a nude beach clothed.
4. Go to Italy. Kiss the ground, meet my relatives, and see where my mom grew up.
5. See Neil Diamond, Tom Jones, and Journey (again) in concert.
6. Play Lady Macbeth.
7. Get a tattoo. Somewhere on my body...
8. Pay off my loans so fast that my lender thanks me with a handwritten card.
9. Have an insanely romantic moment with someone as "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers plays in the background.
10. Sing a rock song like Janis Joplin but start off the song by saying, "This one is for you Momma." And end with "I love you Milwaukee!"
So, in my oddly wrapped state I am having a "what should I do with my life" moment and have decided that now is the perfect time to start my bucket list.
Why not? Right? Right.
1. Write a Lifetime movie for woman that is (a) based on a true story (b) has one scene where a woman cries in a kitchen (c) has a guest star appearance for the court trial (d) has a man getting hurt somehow, preferably in a horrible pool incident
2. Learn how to make pasta from scratch. And cannolis.
3. Go to a nude beach clothed.
4. Go to Italy. Kiss the ground, meet my relatives, and see where my mom grew up.
5. See Neil Diamond, Tom Jones, and Journey (again) in concert.
6. Play Lady Macbeth.
7. Get a tattoo. Somewhere on my body...
8. Pay off my loans so fast that my lender thanks me with a handwritten card.
9. Have an insanely romantic moment with someone as "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers plays in the background.
10. Sing a rock song like Janis Joplin but start off the song by saying, "This one is for you Momma." And end with "I love you Milwaukee!"
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Your word of the day
Courtesy of Urban Dictionary:
Marty McFly Complex
A character flaw of pride, in which a individual will take unnecessary risks or do dangerous acts if their courage is questioned, such as being called a chicken or a coward.
Marty McFly in Back To The Future
Jim Stark in Rebel Without a Cause
Example:
Jim said that he won't enter the race because he was afraid of getting hurt, but then Tim called him a coward and he had to prove him wrong because of his Marty McFly Complex
Marty McFly Complex
A character flaw of pride, in which a individual will take unnecessary risks or do dangerous acts if their courage is questioned, such as being called a chicken or a coward.
Marty McFly in Back To The Future
Jim Stark in Rebel Without a Cause
Example:
Jim said that he won't enter the race because he was afraid of getting hurt, but then Tim called him a coward and he had to prove him wrong because of his Marty McFly Complex
What it means to go home...
-My dad will make me watch some sort of sports event on TV. Today, he had to let me know Saint Mary's was playing on channel 43.
-My mom will take me out to dinner or lunch and ask me if I know any good guys.
-My mom will then try to define what single quality of mine deflects men like UV sunglasses do harmful rays.
-My dad will call me from Costco to see if I like ______. Today he seriously needed to know if I like pork ribs.
-I will drink way too much coffee over breakfast.
-I will schedule meal dates with my aunt, my grandmother, my friends from third grade, my friend from college, and any other lucky SOB who can squeeze in my limited day visit.
-I will drive down the 101 and get horrid flashbacks of me in high school in my catholic schoolgirl uniform. And any flashback of me in high school is usually not the most pleasant.
-I will see a psychic on Ventura Blvd. I will ask about work, my art, and some guy-in that order. Last psychic had to point out "how Capricorn" that was of me.
-My parents will have a serious conversation about theater that usually goes...."What are you going to do with your future? How much do theater people make? What does that mean?" They usually get very quiet at this point and then look at me like I am possessed.
-I will watch an unhealthy amount of "Jon and Kate Plus Eight," "Deadliest Catch," "Intervention," and "Charmed" cause my parents have cable.
-My mom will read me my horoscope from the Ventura Star. Today's said I had two stars. My mom suggested I stay in the house with a day rating like that.
-I will stare at photos in the hallways and think "My god...I looked like that when I was 1/2/3/4/10/16/18?"
-My mom will take me out to dinner or lunch and ask me if I know any good guys.
-My mom will then try to define what single quality of mine deflects men like UV sunglasses do harmful rays.
-My dad will call me from Costco to see if I like ______. Today he seriously needed to know if I like pork ribs.
-I will drink way too much coffee over breakfast.
-I will schedule meal dates with my aunt, my grandmother, my friends from third grade, my friend from college, and any other lucky SOB who can squeeze in my limited day visit.
-I will drive down the 101 and get horrid flashbacks of me in high school in my catholic schoolgirl uniform. And any flashback of me in high school is usually not the most pleasant.
-I will see a psychic on Ventura Blvd. I will ask about work, my art, and some guy-in that order. Last psychic had to point out "how Capricorn" that was of me.
-My parents will have a serious conversation about theater that usually goes...."What are you going to do with your future? How much do theater people make? What does that mean?" They usually get very quiet at this point and then look at me like I am possessed.
-I will watch an unhealthy amount of "Jon and Kate Plus Eight," "Deadliest Catch," "Intervention," and "Charmed" cause my parents have cable.
-My mom will read me my horoscope from the Ventura Star. Today's said I had two stars. My mom suggested I stay in the house with a day rating like that.
-I will stare at photos in the hallways and think "My god...I looked like that when I was 1/2/3/4/10/16/18?"
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
In honor of spring break...
Today is the beginning of spring break. Counting down the days till I get in that plane and head off to California.
Then I saw this article online.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090313/us_time/08599188495600
I love being Californian.
Then I saw this article online.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090313/us_time/08599188495600
I love being Californian.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
SNOW DAY!
Snow Day: A glorious day in which Mother Nature decides to cover the world in a foot of snow thereby forcing schools to close down for the day.
What my first snow day means to me:
-Sleep in till 10am (epic in Angela time)
-The chance to catch up on emails
-Wear pjs all day
-Wear pjs and my coat to walk to the gas station to get chocolate and orange juice
-Time to catch up on alllllll that homework I have to do
-Have dirty IM conversations with Malia
-Shovel the walkway and driveway like a pro
-More time for homework
-Drinking copious amounts of green tea
-A chance to write in bed
-Forgo the gym cause I shoveled the walkway
-Congratulate myself for shoveling with Reese's Pieces
-Listen to old school soul and dance in the kitchen cause the roomie is upstairs writing/sleeping/wearing his Guinness pajama pants
Life is so good.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Busy as hooker on Saturday night....
That is why I have not been posting.
I am so sorry. Too many plays, not enough time to breathe.
But very exciting, I have a reading of my "Barbie" play this Friday. Woo hoo!
So in honor, enjoy some malicious mutilation:
I am so sorry. Too many plays, not enough time to breathe.
But very exciting, I have a reading of my "Barbie" play this Friday. Woo hoo!
So in honor, enjoy some malicious mutilation:
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
If you want to waste losts of time...
Did you know they have a website called "Cute Things Falling Asleep"?
I know, pointless and yet you want to see it.
Don't you?
Don't you?
http://www.cutethingsfallingasleep.org/
I know, pointless and yet you want to see it.
Don't you?
Don't you?
http://www.cutethingsfallingasleep.org/
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
A miracle.....
I was talking to a classmate of mine about the use of really graphic violent and sexual content in plays and film and whether it is cheap or profound. I think an overwhelming amount of graphic material better have a BIG point or else it is just a festival of profanity.
One movie that comes to mind, that does extreme grossness with a very high message, is "Requiem for a Dream."
But this is hard to pull off. Most people just write things to be sensational, thinking they have a point, but just come off as unimaginative and crude. So I prefer to do humane stories sprinkled with profanity.
Lately, my writing has changed a great deal. I am currently drafting a play of mine about Cupid. And there is lots of blood and arrows and crying and just lots of blood. And it ends badly. But then, looking at my past work, this is nothing new. All my plays usually end in tragedy that usually signify a better tomorrow.
Case in point...
"Joe"- story about a writer, his characters end up killing themselves with a gun. He in turn goes outside his apartment to actually live his life.
"Red Umbrellas"- Rosa cries. That's it. She breaks down in public. She gets a hug though....
"F-Stop"- I think someone got pushed off a cliff....
"Frozen Grapes"- the people at the subway are really pissed and decide to kill the subway worker.
"Sera"- It's about Pompeii and Vesuvius. They all die.
"Middlecrest"- A cop shoots himself in the foot, a girl is imprisoned and spits in a boy's face, and a woman is buried alive.
"Dream of Bee"- she decides he is an asshole, she leaves him, the forest turns dark and he basically dies
"Click Click"- he can't stop changing the channels, she leaves him, he clicks the remote at his head
"Cult of Cupid" draft #1- She stabs her love with an arrow, Cupid comes and takes it back, he retires from this world thus love is dead.
So...for the first time I have decided to write a love story. WITH a happy ending.
Now, in Angela terms this is not all sunshine, roses, and fucking happy unicorns.
There will still be some horrible things in there, people have to work for it. BUT I am going to end a play with the guy getting the girl.
It's a New Year...why the hell not?
One movie that comes to mind, that does extreme grossness with a very high message, is "Requiem for a Dream."
But this is hard to pull off. Most people just write things to be sensational, thinking they have a point, but just come off as unimaginative and crude. So I prefer to do humane stories sprinkled with profanity.
Lately, my writing has changed a great deal. I am currently drafting a play of mine about Cupid. And there is lots of blood and arrows and crying and just lots of blood. And it ends badly. But then, looking at my past work, this is nothing new. All my plays usually end in tragedy that usually signify a better tomorrow.
Case in point...
"Joe"- story about a writer, his characters end up killing themselves with a gun. He in turn goes outside his apartment to actually live his life.
"Red Umbrellas"- Rosa cries. That's it. She breaks down in public. She gets a hug though....
"F-Stop"- I think someone got pushed off a cliff....
"Frozen Grapes"- the people at the subway are really pissed and decide to kill the subway worker.
"Sera"- It's about Pompeii and Vesuvius. They all die.
"Middlecrest"- A cop shoots himself in the foot, a girl is imprisoned and spits in a boy's face, and a woman is buried alive.
"Dream of Bee"- she decides he is an asshole, she leaves him, the forest turns dark and he basically dies
"Click Click"- he can't stop changing the channels, she leaves him, he clicks the remote at his head
"Cult of Cupid" draft #1- She stabs her love with an arrow, Cupid comes and takes it back, he retires from this world thus love is dead.
So...for the first time I have decided to write a love story. WITH a happy ending.
Now, in Angela terms this is not all sunshine, roses, and fucking happy unicorns.
There will still be some horrible things in there, people have to work for it. BUT I am going to end a play with the guy getting the girl.
It's a New Year...why the hell not?
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Winter terms
Some of you may have heard there is a crazy ice storm that goes from the plains to the east. So from Ohio to New England.
Now, it has taken me some time to get the terms down but I now know winter lingo.
Now Ms. Santillo presents you:
WINTER VOCABULARY FOR DUMMIES
Snow fall- whimsical floating flakes. They create powdery inches that are easily shoveled.
Snow pile- a mound of snow that without warning eats your boots. The bastard child of snow fall.
Ice- not to be confused with hail. Looks like sugar falling from the sky. But do not be naive, ice leads to slick roads. You could die.
Walkways and roads- previously safe asphalt pathways. Under snow they are white lanes with track marks, with ice they are bowling lanes of death. Any sort of incline with either snow or ice will cause your car to slide and your boots to stop working. Death is certain.
Rain and snow- leads first to a cocktail like substance on the ground. Think like a really dirty icy slushy. Than the rain hardens on the snow and the snow becomes hard shaving cream piles of death. It's snow, but it looks like it was shellacked with spray paint or something. It is shiny snow of death. Cause you step in and you will eat shit. You walk slowly through it and you will eat shit. You avoid it and out of spite the snow gods will make you eat shit. Death. Death. Death.
Wintery mix- snow, ice, rain. Basically there is not hope. You will die.
Whoaaaa- What you say at least every five minutes walking outside.
Ohhhhh- What you say ever ten minutes while your car spins out.
Fuck me- What you say every time you walk into a building from the cold.
So currently the weather here is slush central, shit rain, with high potential for mounds of death to appear by five. Lots of Whooassss, an abnormal amount of Ooohhhhs and a fuck mes increasing frequency by early evening.
Now, it has taken me some time to get the terms down but I now know winter lingo.
Now Ms. Santillo presents you:
WINTER VOCABULARY FOR DUMMIES
Snow fall- whimsical floating flakes. They create powdery inches that are easily shoveled.
Snow pile- a mound of snow that without warning eats your boots. The bastard child of snow fall.
Ice- not to be confused with hail. Looks like sugar falling from the sky. But do not be naive, ice leads to slick roads. You could die.
Walkways and roads- previously safe asphalt pathways. Under snow they are white lanes with track marks, with ice they are bowling lanes of death. Any sort of incline with either snow or ice will cause your car to slide and your boots to stop working. Death is certain.
Rain and snow- leads first to a cocktail like substance on the ground. Think like a really dirty icy slushy. Than the rain hardens on the snow and the snow becomes hard shaving cream piles of death. It's snow, but it looks like it was shellacked with spray paint or something. It is shiny snow of death. Cause you step in and you will eat shit. You walk slowly through it and you will eat shit. You avoid it and out of spite the snow gods will make you eat shit. Death. Death. Death.
Wintery mix- snow, ice, rain. Basically there is not hope. You will die.
Whoaaaa- What you say at least every five minutes walking outside.
Ohhhhh- What you say ever ten minutes while your car spins out.
Fuck me- What you say every time you walk into a building from the cold.
So currently the weather here is slush central, shit rain, with high potential for mounds of death to appear by five. Lots of Whooassss, an abnormal amount of Ooohhhhs and a fuck mes increasing frequency by early evening.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Good thoughts for Charlotte
I am not sure if you all know about a site called Caring Bridge.
It is basically a blog site for those going through life changing events (ie surgeries, traumas, deaths, etc.)
Anyways, a friend of mine from SLC found out that a little girl she used to nanny is currently in the hospital. She is about four years old and has a brain tumor.
Now, seeing how I am an recovering Catholic I am not asking ya'll to pray but if you could send out some good vibes, it wouldn't hurt.
She has already had surgery last week and has to have another surgery on Thursday.
You can follow her story here: www.caringbridge.org/visit/charlottereynolds
It is basically a blog site for those going through life changing events (ie surgeries, traumas, deaths, etc.)
Anyways, a friend of mine from SLC found out that a little girl she used to nanny is currently in the hospital. She is about four years old and has a brain tumor.
Now, seeing how I am an recovering Catholic I am not asking ya'll to pray but if you could send out some good vibes, it wouldn't hurt.
She has already had surgery last week and has to have another surgery on Thursday.
You can follow her story here: www.caringbridge.org/visit/charlottereynolds
What if feels like to audition
I went into a semi-induced retirement from acting for about four years. It was for various reasons, the biggest ones being I had a million jobs in San Francisco and I didn't have any confidence left to get out there.
So I am auditioning again which means I am acting again. This weekend was general auditions at school, I had to watch all seven hours of them cause I am directing but I also auditioned.
First off, do you know how stressful it is to audition? They have done stress studies on fighter pilots and actors and they find that more stress and adrenaline is found in actors who are about to go on stage. Take that and chew on it!
For those who aren't in theater, this is a quick overview of what seven hours and two hundred actors looks like:
-80% of the auctioneers are girls
-The men usually do monologues where they yell
-The women do monologues where they usually cry
-One in every 20 people forget their lines and look like they are going to cry as they ask if they can start over again
-Some people try to make small talk with the 30 people who are casting. This is never a successful tactic and leads to a moment of awkwardness.
-Hardly any actress does a monologue where she is not weak, hurt, upset at a man
-Hardly any actor does a monologue where he is in love, happy, not macho
-90% of the actresses stand like this during their monologues:
So after this weekend I basically don't want to see anymore upset twenty something girls standing with their hands on their hips. That my friends, is not acting. That is a Friday night during high school.
So for my audition I chose to be Phaedra and a hormonal nine month pregnant woman. You wanna stand out at an audition so I was a mean queen who was in love with her stepson and a terrifyingly hormonal momma to be.
So what is it like to audition?
-Your heart goes crazy. Think John Henry is in there with a sledgehammer and you also just drank a gallon of coffee.
-You have to pretend to be calm. You can't shake, you have to think "do not blush", and you have to not gesture obsessively like you are Italian or something.
-You are in constant fear that you will forget your first line. You have to assure yourself that you do know the first line. You have to repeat it like it's a holy mantra.
-You have to ignore the 30 people who are sitting there, expressionless, quickly writing down on pads of paper. They don't matter. They are just casting everything.
-You have to play yourself as well as the characters. So basically, "Hi, my name is Angela. I am like the funnest person you could ever know. Look at how cool and talented I am. You so want to work with me!"
-No matter how bad it went or how good you feel, you have to tell everyone "Thank you" at the end in a way that makes them think of sunshine and rainbows and the happiest rides at Disneyland while still looking like I am so cool that tomorrow I could start a fashion trend just by rolling out of bed.
And that my friends is what auditioning is about. If you bomb that, you could have all the talent in the world but you will never get cast.
No pressure, fo sho.
So I am auditioning again which means I am acting again. This weekend was general auditions at school, I had to watch all seven hours of them cause I am directing but I also auditioned.
First off, do you know how stressful it is to audition? They have done stress studies on fighter pilots and actors and they find that more stress and adrenaline is found in actors who are about to go on stage. Take that and chew on it!
For those who aren't in theater, this is a quick overview of what seven hours and two hundred actors looks like:
-80% of the auctioneers are girls
-The men usually do monologues where they yell
-The women do monologues where they usually cry
-One in every 20 people forget their lines and look like they are going to cry as they ask if they can start over again
-Some people try to make small talk with the 30 people who are casting. This is never a successful tactic and leads to a moment of awkwardness.
-Hardly any actress does a monologue where she is not weak, hurt, upset at a man
-Hardly any actor does a monologue where he is in love, happy, not macho
-90% of the actresses stand like this during their monologues:
So after this weekend I basically don't want to see anymore upset twenty something girls standing with their hands on their hips. That my friends, is not acting. That is a Friday night during high school.
So for my audition I chose to be Phaedra and a hormonal nine month pregnant woman. You wanna stand out at an audition so I was a mean queen who was in love with her stepson and a terrifyingly hormonal momma to be.
So what is it like to audition?
-Your heart goes crazy. Think John Henry is in there with a sledgehammer and you also just drank a gallon of coffee.
-You have to pretend to be calm. You can't shake, you have to think "do not blush", and you have to not gesture obsessively like you are Italian or something.
-You are in constant fear that you will forget your first line. You have to assure yourself that you do know the first line. You have to repeat it like it's a holy mantra.
-You have to ignore the 30 people who are sitting there, expressionless, quickly writing down on pads of paper. They don't matter. They are just casting everything.
-You have to play yourself as well as the characters. So basically, "Hi, my name is Angela. I am like the funnest person you could ever know. Look at how cool and talented I am. You so want to work with me!"
-No matter how bad it went or how good you feel, you have to tell everyone "Thank you" at the end in a way that makes them think of sunshine and rainbows and the happiest rides at Disneyland while still looking like I am so cool that tomorrow I could start a fashion trend just by rolling out of bed.
And that my friends is what auditioning is about. If you bomb that, you could have all the talent in the world but you will never get cast.
No pressure, fo sho.
It is so goddamn cold
It's in the teens here.
Actually, it is in the mid 30s but with this horrible wind it feels like the teens.
Thought you would like to know that I am goddamn cold.
Actually, it is in the mid 30s but with this horrible wind it feels like the teens.
Thought you would like to know that I am goddamn cold.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Proof that the end is near...
The Vatican has their own youtube channel.
http://www.youtube.com/vaticanit
http://www.youtube.com/vaticanit
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Remember "Show Me Love?"
By Robyn..back in 8th grade?
Well I don't think I have let you know how amazing she STILL is.
She is so goddamn cool and she has this *new album
*not really so new but new to you.
Check it.
Well I don't think I have let you know how amazing she STILL is.
She is so goddamn cool and she has this *new album
*not really so new but new to you.
Check it.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Shameless Self Promotion
So...as you may know or may not know I have started a theater company in the Bay Area.
And we MIGHT be doing a show this summer depending on a lot of things like grants, the economy, my sanity.
But regardless we have a website. I know. My god. It's official.
So check it.
blackcanarytheater.org
And we MIGHT be doing a show this summer depending on a lot of things like grants, the economy, my sanity.
But regardless we have a website. I know. My god. It's official.
So check it.
blackcanarytheater.org
Monday, January 19, 2009
What I saw when I woke up this morning...
My stoop...is somewhere in this picture
My street, slip hazards galore.
At school, by the library.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I can't see your future....but they can
I thought I would pass along some fun horoscope websites that have been useful to me in the past, you know, in case you got nothing to do this MLK holiday.
So for daily horoscopes bridgettwalther.com is ah-mazing.
And she says this week everyone is going to treat me like a goddess. Of course she is going to be right.
Then for monthly horoscopes go to the scarily accurate susanmiller.com.
THEN if you really want to get all cosmic you can go to alabe.com/freechart/ to get your free astrological chart.
It will tell you all sorts of things, like rising signs and all the other planets as well.
Enjoy!
So for daily horoscopes bridgettwalther.com is ah-mazing.
And she says this week everyone is going to treat me like a goddess. Of course she is going to be right.
Then for monthly horoscopes go to the scarily accurate susanmiller.com.
THEN if you really want to get all cosmic you can go to alabe.com/freechart/ to get your free astrological chart.
It will tell you all sorts of things, like rising signs and all the other planets as well.
Enjoy!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Rock of Love
On the plane, I discovered Rock of Love.
Have you seen this stupid piece of trash show?
I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.
Gotta hate it love it need it kill it.
Have you seen this stupid piece of trash show?
I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.
Gotta hate it love it need it kill it.
Angela's Adventures in Glass
Landed during a snow storm on Saturday. The cabbie who took me home asked if I skied when I went home to California. I laughed. Angela does lots of things but strapping herself to high tech plastic going down hills of snow are not her thing.
He then started talking about the quality of snow, an east coast vs. west coast comparison if you will. He said east coast was too icy to ski on.
I had no idea what he meant.
Then Sunday came.
Now I have shoveled snow, scraped it from my windshield, basically snow and I are still in the honeymoon phase. But then I come out on Sunday and that snow had turned to ice.
My car first off looked like it was an ice cube. It took 20 minutes to scrap the dude. There were icicles hanging off of EVERYTHING. License plate, side mirrors, etc. The tires where even frozen to the street and when tried to drive away it sounded like glass being shattered.
I did my duty as a considerate neighbor and shoveled the walkway when I got home but the next morning it was basically a skating rink. I have still not fallen but I have been sliding. Who needs a sled when you have an iced stoop.
There is still snow on the ground but there is a layer of ice over everything. So when you walk you don't sink, you may small footprints and every step sounds like you are stepping over glass bottles.
So all day today I keep hearing Annie Lennox's song "Walking on Broken Glass" cause that is what it is like around here. I think she has been to New York in the winter.
And it is 80 something right now in LA. Truth be told, I like my glass.
He then started talking about the quality of snow, an east coast vs. west coast comparison if you will. He said east coast was too icy to ski on.
I had no idea what he meant.
Then Sunday came.
Now I have shoveled snow, scraped it from my windshield, basically snow and I are still in the honeymoon phase. But then I come out on Sunday and that snow had turned to ice.
My car first off looked like it was an ice cube. It took 20 minutes to scrap the dude. There were icicles hanging off of EVERYTHING. License plate, side mirrors, etc. The tires where even frozen to the street and when tried to drive away it sounded like glass being shattered.
I did my duty as a considerate neighbor and shoveled the walkway when I got home but the next morning it was basically a skating rink. I have still not fallen but I have been sliding. Who needs a sled when you have an iced stoop.
There is still snow on the ground but there is a layer of ice over everything. So when you walk you don't sink, you may small footprints and every step sounds like you are stepping over glass bottles.
So all day today I keep hearing Annie Lennox's song "Walking on Broken Glass" cause that is what it is like around here. I think she has been to New York in the winter.
And it is 80 something right now in LA. Truth be told, I like my glass.
Story Pirates!
There is this group Story Pirates. They teach creative writing to little kids and perform their pieces to show them the power of words and personal stories.
I just discovered them, they are of course on youtube. (For it is no secret I have a wee addiction to the site.)
Being a writer and artist, anyone who teaches kids the power of the creative spirit deserves a dozen cookies in my book.
Here is one of their clips, it makes me cry. Don't know why. I may be hormonal or something.
I just discovered them, they are of course on youtube. (For it is no secret I have a wee addiction to the site.)
Being a writer and artist, anyone who teaches kids the power of the creative spirit deserves a dozen cookies in my book.
Here is one of their clips, it makes me cry. Don't know why. I may be hormonal or something.
Swagger
Happy New Year to the three of you who are probably still reading my blog. More power to ya...
I survived another California holiday although this year was the most intense ever. It was almost three weeks of constant food and company. Back in New York now, haven't eaten for two days and I am still full. I think that is probably some sort of Chinese torture, the constant consumption of food which is forced upon you by loved ones.
So some people I know have new years resolutions to lose weight, take responsibility, reconnect with family, blah blah blah.
Mine is to develop my swagger.
What is swagger you may ask? Well, after carefully consulting urbandictionary.com (the site most successful at getting you to waste time) swagger is:
1. The confidence exuded as a reflection of ones dress, shoe game, attitude, and how one handles a situation.
2. Whatever it is that makes women want you and men wanna be you.
3. An extremely drunk Irish man.
4. The politically correct version of the word 'milkshake'. How a person carries themself.
Swagger for me would be the combination of my milkshake and shoe game which was upgraded by a fierce purchase of leather boots that were 70% off.
And if you want to see swagger in action just watch this. (So yes, basically in 09 I want to become Jay-Z.)
I survived another California holiday although this year was the most intense ever. It was almost three weeks of constant food and company. Back in New York now, haven't eaten for two days and I am still full. I think that is probably some sort of Chinese torture, the constant consumption of food which is forced upon you by loved ones.
So some people I know have new years resolutions to lose weight, take responsibility, reconnect with family, blah blah blah.
Mine is to develop my swagger.
What is swagger you may ask? Well, after carefully consulting urbandictionary.com (the site most successful at getting you to waste time) swagger is:
1. The confidence exuded as a reflection of ones dress, shoe game, attitude, and how one handles a situation.
2. Whatever it is that makes women want you and men wanna be you.
3. An extremely drunk Irish man.
4. The politically correct version of the word 'milkshake'. How a person carries themself.
Swagger for me would be the combination of my milkshake and shoe game which was upgraded by a fierce purchase of leather boots that were 70% off.
And if you want to see swagger in action just watch this. (So yes, basically in 09 I want to become Jay-Z.)
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