| i love eddie stalinky |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|03:19 pm] |
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Yesterday I was wearing my red polo dress and a homeless man on the street shouted "Red Rover, come over here!" In my opinion this is not the best tactic to get money out of me. It was weird. My audition addiction is spiralling out of control. It seems like right now my entire life revolves around trying to satisfactorily get my work done between endless (and, thus far, fruitless) tryouts for plays I may or may not even be a good match for. The other day, I did a reading for an Cambodian prisoner executed by the Khmer Rouge. It's getting a little ridiculous. Are you there, God? It's me, Shanda. Cast me in something already. |
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| now is the winter of our discontent |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|09:49 pm] |
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Sometimes I really think my mother is some sort of bizarre, undiagnosed idiot savant. On a day-to-day basis, she is the Patrice we know and love, alternately amusing us and infuriating us with her antics. She is the Patrice who leaves her purse in a New York City pizza parlor where it is subsequently stolen and the Patrice who is still utterly baffled by the key romance in Brokeback Mountain. And then every once in a while, she has a moment of brilliant clarity, like tonight when, out of nowhere, she began reciting vast quantities of literary quotes. My theory is that somewhere deep inside her little Ptrx mind, another cluster of memory cells just died, leaving her brain temporarily awash in remnants of her elementary school English classes. By tomorrow, she will have returned to normal, unable to access this store of knowledge ever again. So far tonight in the span of about 20 minutes, she has referenced such varied works as Casey at the Bat, Richard the III, and Paul Revere's Ride. The Richard the III one got a little warped when she tried to elaborate on it, but amazingly although she didn't quote the stanza exactly right, she still somehow managed to get the meaning and the scan right, without any working knowledge of iambic pentameter. Next time I'm home, someone remind me to accidentally spill a box of matches on the kitchen floor and then ask her how many of them there are.
Edited to include: I'm not really discontent. I mean, just so you know. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2006|10:05 am] |
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OH MY GOD. So remember when I worked at that shitty daycare and I left because it sucked so much? GUESS WHO JUST GOT PRESSED WITH CHARGES OF CHILD MOLESTATION?
8-) |
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| you are my best por favor |
[Sep. 19th, 2006|09:40 am] |
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I'm having the time of my little shanda life this year, essentially. School is good, life is good. However, I'm not sure how I feel about Acting Laboratory after having our first class yesterday. I think I may have just been initiated into a cult. Everything we do is strategically designed to re-socialize us and whip us into a frenzied state. I can see how this could benefit our acting, but even so, if Reuben ever offers us kool-aid, I'm not touching that shit. It is most likely going to be an intensely love-hate relationship, which isn't the worst thing to have.
Also I am currently in the midst of a tragic and unrequited love affair. The object of my affection is a puppy from the ASPCA's big ol' van that they parked outside of thirteenth the other day to try and advertise animals/fundraise. It was sort of beagle-looking, but with perky, bent-over ears and a brown circle over one eye. He was way too big to ever smuggle into NYU housing, so alas, it was not to be, but I am still pining for him and the sound of little clicky-clacky feet on the hardwood floors of my quiet, impersonal dorm. Sigh. |
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| Il pleut |
[Sep. 14th, 2006|10:19 am] |
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Why, why, why did I think taking Medieval Lit was a good idea? It was not a good idea. I guess I envisioned wandering minstrels and jolly jugglers, but the sad truth is that it is a mostly lecture-based course on dry Arthurian-themed poetry. I am dreading going at 11. Also, my naive hope that I could last without an umbrella until the weather dipped below freezing was dashed today when I woke up to a lil' downpour and arrived at French "sans parapluie, Katie?" Mercifully, someone from my class was willing to walk me all the way home so I could make use of his umbrella.
In happier news, the other day I saw a giant portrait of the pope being carried along the sidewalk on University. I mean giant. Like six feet. Barrie and I ran up the block so we could investigate, and lo and behold, cradled in the pope's outstretched hand was... a chipmunk. Pope with a Chipmunk. Whaat. Who commissioned this painting to be made? |
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| Suri Needs a Helmet |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|11:11 pm] |
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The beginning of the new school year is inspiring me to start fresh with livejournal and make an attmept to update on a semi-regular basis. Especially since I know that I will never be able to be faithful to an "acting journal" as I should and want to feel like I am doing something to record my scholarly progress.
Today was our first day back at studio, and thus far acting track, however lowly it may be in the PHTS hierarchy of potential concentrations, seems like everything I want it to be. All the great things about last year, minus the bane of my existence, directing, plus singing. And then tonight I went on my ~*~very first post-college~*~ audition for a student-directed play about 3 100-year-old triplets. Not from Belleville. I was mildly nervous about it today, and then got there and remembered that, oh yeah, I love doing this, and just went in and played around for a few readings. It was like a homecoming party. I think just being a professional auditioner and roaming the streets of New York never being cast in anything would still bring me some modicum of happiness. Which is probably good, because that is the grim reality of Life as an Actor.
Now, I am talking to my mother about her favorite topic, which is (and has been for the last several months) Suri Cruise. Her much-anticipated (by Patrice) photo shoot came out in Vanity Fair today and Patrice commented that while the baby was cute, she showed signs of having a misshapen head. This struck a chord with me because I, too, posess a tragically deformed skull that was not fixed at birth with one of those skull-correcting helmets, and now my fontanelles have fused and I've been flung out into the world of entertainment with fucked-up head. It is a cruel joke. Patrice confessed that on my first visit to Kansas to meet my paternal grandparents, my alcoholic grandfather mumbled something under his breath like "there's something wrong with that child's head", and then helpfully suggested I disguise it with hats. In my opinion the only hats that will ever accomodate my repulsive mound of skull are conical Munchkin caps or Ku Klux Klan hoods. So please, Tom, Katie, if you love your baby, buy her a helmet. |
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| But what if the opposite were true? |
[Jan. 20th, 2006|04:09 pm] |
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"Hey katie,
Your mutual friend maeve_oh has noticed that you last updated your journal on LiveJournal 9 weeks ago. Be a friend and go post. Sincerely, The LiveJournal Team."
"Hey katie,
Your mutual friend visionturtle64 has noticed that you last updated your journal on LiveJournal weeks ago. Be a friend and go post. Sincerely, The LiveJournal Team."
SORRY YOU GUYS. |
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| my fiberglass hurts! |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:15 am] |
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I just survived my first day of tech week. It was not so bad. The day started out with kind of exciting activities such as learning the basics of light design and then scrabbling up and down the scaffolding like a lil' monkey hanging them. As the day progressed tasks became more mundane. I swept a lot, I looked for a lot of lightbulbs, I pushed scaffolding to and fro. Whatever. I will do it gladly. Tonight however, Sheree and I were asked to do some sketchy-ass shit that involved transferring cans full of garbage, had been carelessly filled without bags in them piece by piece into trash bags (with our bare hands), carrying chunks of discarded fiberglass to the freight elevator (with our bare hands), and washing all the upperclassmen's paintbrushes and trays after the upperclassmen went home (with our bare hands). THANKS GUYS! It was, at the very least, a chance for some good near-hysteric sleep-deprived bonding. |
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| i know what i am and i know what i ain't! |
[Nov. 12th, 2005|08:34 pm] |
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Click here.
Take the quiz.
Post your results.
( See katie's results. )
I wish I could freeze Washington Square Park exactly how it was today and keep it that way forever. It was perfect and the leaves are changing and there was a guy out with a puppet singing opera in a deep bass voice. It doesn't get any better than that, really. Tomorrow is load-in for Something More Pleasant. It is from 10am to midnight. My life is officially over for one week. |
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| you can fool any friend who ever knew you! |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|11:51 am] |
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I was tagged for this. I think I was tagged for something else too but I don't remember what.
"List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to."
1. Telephone- Cendrillon
2. Off Kilter- Mary Mac
3. Shonen Knife- People Traps
4. Phantom of the Opera- Masquerade
5. Fiona Apple- Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)
6. Asteria- Adieu Ces Bons Vins de Lannoys
7. Ozma- My Eponine
Mmm, I tag...
1. Susan Zorn
2. Suzanne
3. Joni
4. Heather
5. Laynerz
6. Nick (update your lj bitch)
7. Maeve
since we're on that music theme...
I'm Bridge Over Troubled Water!
Which Simon and Garfunkel album are you?
Also, the trees here are finally changing colors as much as New York City trees are capable of changing colors which makes me really, really excited. |
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| the fortunes of urchins and orphans |
[Oct. 29th, 2005|01:08 am] |
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Dear Brittany Hall,
Isn't there supposed to be a radiator in here? Or something? I mean, I still love you, but my hands and feet are about to fall off.
Yours,
Katie
Room 1407E |
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| Which is more awesome? |
[Oct. 26th, 2005|02:41 am] |
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Guess who is going to see 4.48 Psychosis starring Isabelle Huppert tomorrow? The answer is me!
Guess who is going as Gogo Yubari for Halloween this year? The answer is my azn roommate!
P.S. I need something awesome to go as for Halloween, even though this is just in theory right now since I have no plans yet.
P.P.S. My first class is at 9:30 tomorrow! Sleep deprivation is love. |
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| to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch |
[Oct. 12th, 2005|12:58 pm] |
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The time has come to begin a compendium of awesome/hilarious things said by my roommate, Soyoung. Probably none of this will make sense to anybody else, and it barely makes sense to me because she was sober for only a minority of these quotations. But my aim profile is running out of room, so...
FUN WITH SOYOUNG!
"r-i-f-e-r-g-d-e-r"
"I don't know what that word 'Nubian' means but I'm going to call my boyfriend it from now on"
"No, seriously, it looks like a giant bass just fell on your computer"
"....Have you ever pooed in bed?"
"I am going to use this banana. I am going to fill it with bleach."
"Katie, someday I would really like to see you fart."
"Katie, what have I told you about speaking English?!"
"I'm going to give everyone in the room new nicknames. Yours is Thug Lyfe."
"Katie... I just had a dream... Write this down: Three black guys at the end of the counter. One is Icepick, I don't remember the second one, and the last one's name is Stuart... I don't remember the rest of the dream. Katie? Will you be my birth mother?"
There will be more to come, I am sure. |
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| because i am that good. |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|02:31 am] |
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You have a total of 22 friends
You requested to guess 22 entries.
1 was skipped due to invalid content (surprising?).
You made 21 guesses.
You got 21 correct.
Doing the math for you, that means you got 100% correct
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| This is true. |
[Sep. 14th, 2005|01:35 pm] |
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In the stairwell between the 3rd andn 4th floors of the Silver Center, which is this big monstrous building where I take my 2 academic classes, there is a poster advertising an open call audition for a GENDER/RACE BLIND production of Waiting for Godot.
AND I CAN'T DO ANY PLAYS THIS YEAR. |
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| stompy hop |
[Sep. 12th, 2005|11:00 pm] |
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oh no! how tragic:
Which Golden Girl Are You?
Things that are good about New York City/NYU
-African Dance
-Jumping onto/off of curbs
-Palladium
-My favorite homeless man in Washington Square Park
-Teaching assistants who moonlight as drag queens
-When people are watering their rooftop gardens and it sprinkles down onto the sidewalk/onto you
-Lots of dogs and babies
-The prospect of taking voice lessons next semester
Things that are bad about New York City/NYU
-There is no regular iced tea
-Writing the Essay
-Ruthless bus drivers/taxis/bicyclists
-How sometimes the stretch of 10th street 2 blocks away from my dorm smells like urine
-The way people say "standing on line" instead of "standing in line"
-The unpredictable and occasionally terrifying moods of security guards
-I don't go clubbin'
Overall, I am content. I can't wait to come home for Christmas break and begin conducting some African Dance workshops. |
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| cruisin 05 |
[Jun. 19th, 2005|03:49 am] |
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P.S. I changed my icon back, but I think I am going to go with old-school, unedited lil' detective for a while. I like the coy way he/she is twirling that magnifying glass. |
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| 1...2...3...5? |
[Jun. 19th, 2005|03:36 am] |
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Okay, I am going to have to disagree with Maeve right now, up front. Dan Linford freaking out on the bus was awesome. It falls firmly under the pro category. My only regret is that it didn't last longer, despite Megan's rebellious behavior towards the end of the ride.
Pro:
Fortune telling, predictions of financial ruin, Nick and Megan singing These Boots Are Made For Walking, sumo suits, Cowboy Hat Guy with the eyes that looked two different directions, water bottles, Maeve knowing 'Rattlin Bog', face scrambles and scalp rakes when being done to somebody else.
Con:
The hypnotist, the fact that my tattoo is already wearing away, how soap bubbles taste when you can taste them, kids playing magic in the quite chill room, face scrambles and scalp rakes when being performed on you.
Both William and Patrice are wide awake and rehashing their successes right now in the family room. I like not being the only person up. According to my Dad, one of the other cameramen was making kind of gross comments about Jamie Clas, and according to my mom, she almost missed the bus back to RIT because she fell asleep. Go Ptrx! |
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| VARY offensive. |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|07:42 pm] |
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Okay, I have to use this icon that I stole for just a little bit, because I can't stop laughing at it. Also, how is it only Tuesday. School is never going to end. |
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| The first 'Dear John' letter I have ever written. |
[Jun. 5th, 2005|04:31 pm] |
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"It's not you, it's me."
Office of Admission
Ithaca College
100 Job Hall
Ithaca, NY 14850
To Whom It May Concern:
Thank you so much for accepting me into your acting program. I was extremely impressed with the faculty, student body, and facilities both at my audition and at my campus visit. It was immediately apparent that both students and staff are talented, dedicated, and eager to greet new students. This welcoming, cooperative atmosphere was ultimately what led me to accept Ithaca’s offer of admission. However, I was recently accepted off of a waitlist for the Playwrights’ Horizons Studio at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. After thinking things over, and talking with my family, I’ve decided that the opportunity to study in Manhattan is one that I have to take, and it is with mixed emotions that I must inform you that I will not be attending Ithaca this Fall. This was a very difficult choice to make, and I sincerely apologize for any inconveniences I have caused you.
Please remove my name from the lists for Summer Orientation and Housing registrations.
Kindest Regards,
Katie Lear |
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