Oh theatre, my theatre.
So, new news of the week...
I got another lead (Im wrackin' them up, much to the disdain of my fellow actors at school) and just landed the male lead in Learned Ladies, a Moliere piece much like Tartuffe. I'm thrilled because its one of the first times since Titanic that I have been cast as the kindhearted romantic.
Its hard to be the kindhearted romantic in real life when you look like the comic villian...
The only downside is that, with my pre-existing lead in Swing (a big band musical) I've got a lot on my plate. They cast me in a very big vocal role, with 4 songs (one of which is 9 minutes and belted...ah!) which is a hell of an opportunity, but kind of a burden too.
2 leads, a shitload of classes, a 50 page thesis, and a 10 minute performance showcase (one man show) all due in by Dec. 1st. Its gonna be an interesting year.
My roomate Aaron is coughing in our living room...which means he's smoking a bowl...which I really wanna do. BUT I gave it up so I can sound amazing for the show and now I have to just sit and let him blow hits in my face. Its one of the most bizarre scenes to walk into a room to.
Um...what else...I'm watching a history channel thing on The Playboy Mansion and it's blowing my mind. The life Heff lived/lives is just incredible. I would give up every bit of my ambition for world fame to have a mansion and income based on worshipping women. Plus, having sex with 7 gorgeous blondes at the same time isn't a bad way to live either.
Aaron and I (now he's redreading his hair...and smoking ANOTHER bowl...sigh...) have come to the conclusion that we must start our own men's magazine. It's going to be either 1. very practical, or 2. smut.
The practical idea? Do a magazine dedicated to smart girls...try to challenge the "only sketchy people do porn" stygma by finding all the finest microbiologists and political consultants we can for tasteful nudes/maaaaybe some sex/erotica shots with interviews with each girl. Granted, many men just want to get off to the pictures, but Playboy wouldn't be playboy without the articles too...
The smut idea? Call the magazine "Hi Mom" featuring a few girls of the month, and just me and Aaron as the stand in love-dolls. It'd be way down the ladder from anything classy (think Just Come of Age Magazine) but it'd solve our ongoing quest for no-strings sex, and we'd be making money doing what we love.
I think we're gonna go the artistic route...or better, the stilted ambition route, and just watch more TV.
PS- Sunny's hot. Look at her journal now.
So, new news of the week...
I got another lead (Im wrackin' them up, much to the disdain of my fellow actors at school) and just landed the male lead in Learned Ladies, a Moliere piece much like Tartuffe. I'm thrilled because its one of the first times since Titanic that I have been cast as the kindhearted romantic.
Its hard to be the kindhearted romantic in real life when you look like the comic villian...
The only downside is that, with my pre-existing lead in Swing (a big band musical) I've got a lot on my plate. They cast me in a very big vocal role, with 4 songs (one of which is 9 minutes and belted...ah!) which is a hell of an opportunity, but kind of a burden too.
2 leads, a shitload of classes, a 50 page thesis, and a 10 minute performance showcase (one man show) all due in by Dec. 1st. Its gonna be an interesting year.
My roomate Aaron is coughing in our living room...which means he's smoking a bowl...which I really wanna do. BUT I gave it up so I can sound amazing for the show and now I have to just sit and let him blow hits in my face. Its one of the most bizarre scenes to walk into a room to.
Um...what else...I'm watching a history channel thing on The Playboy Mansion and it's blowing my mind. The life Heff lived/lives is just incredible. I would give up every bit of my ambition for world fame to have a mansion and income based on worshipping women. Plus, having sex with 7 gorgeous blondes at the same time isn't a bad way to live either.
Aaron and I (now he's redreading his hair...and smoking ANOTHER bowl...sigh...) have come to the conclusion that we must start our own men's magazine. It's going to be either 1. very practical, or 2. smut.
The practical idea? Do a magazine dedicated to smart girls...try to challenge the "only sketchy people do porn" stygma by finding all the finest microbiologists and political consultants we can for tasteful nudes/maaaaybe some sex/erotica shots with interviews with each girl. Granted, many men just want to get off to the pictures, but Playboy wouldn't be playboy without the articles too...
The smut idea? Call the magazine "Hi Mom" featuring a few girls of the month, and just me and Aaron as the stand in love-dolls. It'd be way down the ladder from anything classy (think Just Come of Age Magazine) but it'd solve our ongoing quest for no-strings sex, and we'd be making money doing what we love.
I think we're gonna go the artistic route...or better, the stilted ambition route, and just watch more TV.
PS- Sunny's hot. Look at her journal now.
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omg im in your journal!!!! you are hot too.
xoxo
sunny
you are the naked superhero.