Current music:

So What - Miles Davis

Let's see if I finish writing this...
Been awhile. Hi. School is over and I am home, before plunging back into the almost-Boston-jungles of Providence, Rhode Island. I'll be at the corner of Brook and Euclid for the summer. If you don't know me "IRL," you could perhaps consider using google maps' new freaky level of magnification to spy in a window. You might just get lucky.

dude, you're killing my buzz
First major change: I have short hair. Like, way shorter. Buzzed. Well, a long buzz, but abso-fucking-lutely no bangs. Fear not, my expressive and newly visible eyebrows will pay you back tenfold for the amount of sheen I have lost.

do you know me, sir?
We had a 20th aniversary party for the theatre teacher at my high school today. An amazing man. A play of his is actually getting produced at the Utah Shakespeare Festival this summer. I probably got my bard addiction from him. Or off a toilet seat.

The weird thing was that a number of the speakers were comparing him to his predecessor, who had taught at the school for 25 years, and who died last Sunday. There's something off about that, it seems to me to be a bit too "forward thinking."

I performed a monologue for it, Dromio from A Comedy of Errors, it's a funny piece about how this dude is pursued by this fat chick. There's this joke about the Netherlands that's priceless. I don't think that sentence is uttered / written often. Those crazy Netherlandians.

It's amazing to me how I still can feel so young around the people who used to be the upper classman back when I was a high school actor. They manage to reawaken the naive, dorky unconfident person in me. I feel like I'll never be as cool as them. It's not the same way with my closest friends, but with those only slightly older people I seem to fall back into the old roles. Five year reuinion shock a couple of years early, am I right?

my attention span
Is very short. Honestly, if it's more than a few paragraphs, and those paragraphs are longer than a few setences, and those sentences have more than a few commas, I'm not going to read it. Semicolons are right out.

When you're writing your blog post, keep it brief. Think of the children.

plans for this summer (one of those annoying lists)
I don't expect anybody to read this whole thing:
- Cut together several plays
- Read several diverse materials
- Learn guitar
- Get the hell in shape
- Girlfriend Episode IV: A New Girlfriend

i like the love life baby, let's go
I was going to muse about my feelings. I realize now that no one really cares about my feelings. More accurately it's not all that interesting, which is to say that you are all lovely and compassionate people.

Here's the bottom line — I've moved beyond desperate. I am, in fact, so desperate that I am now choosy.

what am i doing this summer? a rehash (perhaps)
I will be assistant directing for the Brown Trinity Playwrights Rep, a professional theatre company based out of Brown. I'll keep you abreast of shows. They cost $10 to get into and are awesome.

I'm working on Neighborhood 3: Requistion of Doom. The director of that show is known for his production of Macbeth at Trinity Rep that was cut down to 5 characters (the Macbeths and then the weird sisters playing everything else) and was legitimately terrifying, like give-you-nightmares scary. I'm excited to learn from him.

that dude who interviews people on 60 minutes
is too old. He is so old. I think like 89. Watching him arguing with Dr. Kevorkian was otherworldly. You know how white people are sometimes accused of not being able to tell black people apart? I can't tell old people apart. White hair? Wrinkly care-worn face? All the same person to me. I would've paid a lot of money to see them square off in a boxing ring. Why can't reality TV listen to the people for once?