Ok, the scoop

I wasn't going to try out. The director struck me as a nit picking prick who had a very inflated opinion of himself. He may be, but i got to read his play, and frankly he's not that bad as a person . Weird? yes, but he's in theater so thats a given. The play is incredibly funny. I love my charecter. His name is captain Blunchsli or something like that, he's a swiss mercenary who climbs into this girls window to escape pursuit of the Bulgarian army, were he threatens her with an unloaded pistol ( she doesnt know it at the time). It only gets better from there. I'd class him somewere between Professor Henry Higgons of Fair lady fame and the main character in Sitka ( by louis lamour). Maybe just a little less interested in woman than the Sitka guy.

I make the play

4'th show this year. Leading role. Cynical swiss mercenary. Name of play: Arms and the Man. Going to be incredibly funny. Class , must go.

The REMF's are coming to Oc: or why i hate Mike Shiley

Inside Iraq, the untold story. Perhaps, just maybe perhaps, it should have stayed that way. Who is Mike Shiley, you ask? google him and you'll get his official stuff. He came to my college and showed his movie. Brave man i must admit, coming to a conservative campus with something like that. Other than that my praise ends. The man had the audacity to think that because he spent an hour getting "certified" to shoot a machine gun and went on two patrols with an armored unit that he could walk in the boots of a soldier. I will not type the words appropriate for such a rear echelon whiner. He's a civilian and its obvious from his movie that he doesn't even began to comprehend the military mind. Ideas like if the guy under the truck that was smuggling weapons just watched his buddies get waxed and is trying to get away, might just be trying to get away and not want to be killed, not surrender. That if we hit him and he's wounded, it may be better to finish the guy off ( that was smuggling weapons to kill Americans and innocent Iraqi civilians) rather than send a patrol out to get him that might be ambushed. What a REMF! as Marchinko would say, Doom On You Mike Shiley.

Hello, fair friends, my deepest apologies

So its been some time since i graced this particular corner on the internets. The reason? Electra. The play is officially eating my soul. IN other words, Electra gets my soul. Life, my girlfriend, my blog do not. The play is going to be amazing. Its going to be so great because we're all so heavily invested in it. But it still feels like I'm not my own person, the play is me, and it demands i spend my time either doing it, or trying to find a way to rid my mind ( mindless games) of its tentacle like grip on my life. Well i have to get back to class.

Earagon: Perhaps Not

Ok, so the movie sucked. Granted i might not have gone into it with the right attitude. I thought the book was pretty much on par or a little bit bellow most fantasy. But it was pretty popular. So i figured, they'll do a good job because everyone likes it. Nope. It moved. Never, stopped. Characters never developed. There wasn't time. They had to rush to the battle. And then this epic battle...went really fast. Boring. Only person i liked was Brom. Not incredibly true to the book, but he was awesome. really great. every one else sucked. Lets rush the characters to the battle, cause thats what people want. Then lets make this big event sucky.

Caffienated, full, satisfied.

Steak, 10 oz, medium. Ceaser salad. Apple sizzler thingy. Umpteen cups of coffee. Happy, hyper ( having trouble typing actually). Real food. Tastes good. Practice is about to start and I'm ready. Psyched. Tomorrow i get a peak at the next play, and I'll probably try out for it. I love Theater. Well...got nothing else. This ones for Jer. Black fingernails, red wine, i want to make you all mine...