tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21024385009774918452024-02-06T22:16:37.146-08:00Thespihonest...<center> I'm documenting my adventures as I figure out this whole professional acting thing. </center>Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-43989834191051176242017-06-15T10:59:00.001-07:002017-06-15T11:19:05.840-07:00Welcome to NYSO it's safe to say I took a break from blogging. Feel like a story? Then keep reading.<br />
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"Actors have to deal with time spent not acting and, during these
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At one time writing this blog was a great exercise for me- to be able to put my thoughts down about my acting career and reflect positively on things (which many of you know- might not be my strong suit ;) ) But living at home and working at a restaurant in my home town eventually made me start to feel stagnant. The drive to audition and hustle and pursue the dream of a full-time career in performing became less and less. I felt out of touch with the Philly scene because I lived and worked in Jersey. I lost confidence in myself and thusly- lost confidence in this blog. I would think to myself, "How can I write a blog about being an artist when I haven't booked anything lately? What will I talk about? All I do is work now!?" I know this energy is negative and un-productive, but it's how I felt for a long time. And it was starting to gnaw at me. I was negative and not the best version of myself. I decided I was ready to hunker down, save money and make the leap and move to NYC. Why not? I had nothing left to lose. This was about a year and a half ago I came to this conclusion. I was working 6 or 7 days a week and saving money. I was going to do this!<br />
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Then I met a guy in a bar. A very handsome gentleman who wasn't at all my "type". He was muscular with classical good-looks and an (unfortunate) bro-haircut. He fell for me hard and fast, and my gut instinct wouldn't allow me to reciprocate. "But I'm going to New York! This isn't supposed to happen! He's so different! Why is he moving like a freight train!?" He said, "I love you." and I politely thanked him. But things happen and my resistance wore down and I fell in love in my own time and on my own terms. But without me realizing it- everything about this relationship wasn't right. He originally seemed so wholly supportive of my career goals. He looked up apartment situations in North Jersey and said he was willing to make the commute for a year or two for me to try out my New York dreams. We moved in together in his house three blocks from my childhood home. It was a crazy whirlwind. And then he started to change. Dramatically. He was distant and moody. The same man who had run a Spartan race and than came home and rubbed my feet after my measly 6 hour shift suddenly became this selfish person I didn't recognize. Naturally, when things change the instinct is to say, "What did I do wrong?" "What's wrong with me?" "Why is the most loving man I've ever met suddenly so cold and cruel?" I became a shell of my former self. He told me that he couldn't handle if I booked a 7 month gig on a boat. He couldn't handle if I went to grad school far away. But we never really had an actual discussion about these things. He just got angry that I didn't want to help paint and decorate a house that I didn't really want to live in.<br />
And then he cheated on me.<br />
And after he cheated, he led me to believe that he still wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And for that to happen- I would need to promise to be okay with living in South Jersey. And then we'd get married and live happily ever after and put this all behind us.<br />
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When someone you love abuses you- it is hard to comprehend. I was sick and in love and desperate- but something inside of me knew that when this man asked me to give up something I've wanted since I was a little girl----that I could not in my heart answer yes.<br />
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That was a pretty horrible thing to have happen to me. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. But I am SO glad it did. I dodged a bullet that would have changed my life and caused me nothing but pain and regret. I remember another moment- when I was in the midst of this inner conflict. I am not religious- but I have some kind of frail belief in the Universe. Or something. I'm not sure. But I remember at my lowest asking God (or whatever you want to call it) to not make me choose between my dreams and this man. I remember saying, "Please don't make me choose." And I didn't have to- the choice was made for me. So I truly believe I am lucky. And for good bad or otherwise, I have made the leap to NYC. (Oh yeah and btw I'm in a 1000% healthier, happier relationship. Yay.)<br />
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I've been here about a week or so, including a quick trip home to gather more stuffs. Every day has its new challenges. But my stress breakout all over my face has started to heal. I met Jim O'Heir (Jerry Gergich from Parks and Rec) at a bar after seeing a hilarious Broadway play. (GO SEE THE PLAY THAT GOES WRONG. DO IT). I've had wine with friends and struggled at a new job and laughed and cried and I KNOW NOW that I made the right choice. Nothing worth it is easy. I know the struggles aren't over. But I am so fucking happy I'm here.<br />
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- A new New Yorker<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-63637650028459512412014-12-03T15:51:00.001-08:002014-12-03T20:29:47.738-08:00Gee, how lucky can you get?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Holy crap. Today I am 26 and it feels very weird to say that. I don't know exactly how I pictured what my life would be like at 26. But after a lot of thinking and a tiny bit of anxiety, I think overall I am a very lucky girl. I accomplished some mini goals of mine since my last birthday- I have gone on lots of auditions and gotten new headshots! But when I think back on this year at home... I really realize how much closer I am to my family than I realized. Growing up living in my house was sometimes very stressful and I was excited to get out into the world. Living at home at the moment isn't a backwards step- it has allowed me to save and have a support system at my fingertips. I can confidently say that my relationship with my parents is the best it's ever been. They are two of my best friends. And as everyone is getting older I think this time together has and will continue to be very important.<br />
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I also worked my ass off this year and got myself to a place where I am much more financially stable. That's huge. Now I'm not afraid that I won't have enough money for health insurance. I work a lot of jobs, but a few of them are doing what I love- which I think is all anyone can ask for. I spent a lot of time re-connecting with friends who I didn't see much of last year. And I get to perform one more weekend of shows with a cast that I adore that make me laugh til I cry almost every time I'm with them. Gee, how lucky can you get? Thanks everyone. Here's to 26. Cheers.<br />
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Also, I went to the hand doctor yesterday and he checked out my wrist which has been in pain for some time. Turns out nothing is permanently damaged. Just strained. Recommended course of treatment? "Audition more and wait tables less." Thanks Dr. Stackhouse. I mean, hey, doctor's orders am I right??<br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-39459794465551558582014-10-13T21:39:00.002-07:002014-10-13T21:39:48.231-07:00So...Divorce Is Kind Of Awesome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am currently in the middle of tech week for my next show, Til Divorce Do Us Part: The Musical at Society Hill Playhouse in Philadelphia. I have been so grateful for this experience and have been working my little tail off. We have our first preview Wednesday (WHAT?) and I'm so excited. It's hitting me that I'm really back in the Philly theater scene and I can't wait for friends to come see the show, and for me to get back out there and see their shows as well and support! I've been very exhausted and at times overwhelmed, but for all of the right reasons. Here are some things I'm excited/anxious about:<br />
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- As with my last show, <i>The Marvelous Wonderettes</i>, this show has about twice as many songs as a traditional musical (about 25), many of which are very wordy. The show is almost entirely sung through, so it is a workout for my body as well as my brain. I flubbed lyrics today just because I couldn't get them out fast enough, so it is a challenge.<br />
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- I have to make sure I am sleeping enough and taking care of my body to have the stamina to do this 1 hour 8 minute little power pack of a show!<br />
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- I'm having nightmares about messing up songs. I know it's just an anxiety dream but still. Nightmares.<br />
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- I love rehearsal. Some people love performing more than rehearsal, and while I am excited to finally have an audience, the rehearsal room is my playground. I have felt so supported and alive in the room with our fantastic director, music director, and my three castmates during this entire process. I'm so lucky to be among them. I think getting an audience is going to really help us continue to find moments within the show. Yay moments!<br />
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- I'm so very excited to be performing in my own backyard. Most of my shows in the past few years have been in a different time zone. I ran into a friend I previously worked with on the street yesterday and he said he didn't even know I was back in town. Well honey, I AM! I'm really happy that friends and mentors who probably haven't seen me perform in any kind of featured role since college will get to see me in an intimate 4 person musical.<br />
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I was feeling stuck for a while. I feel more like myself than I have in a good amount of time. That's due to the show, but also being around some great friends and hanging with my family. Life is good kids.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Silly Promo Shoot!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite shots straight from the camera from my headshot session with Kim Carson!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tim gave me a sword. That was probably a mistake.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess he was good in The Civil War at The Eagle Theater, so I didn't stab him. ;)</td></tr>
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P.S., get tickets at <a href="http://www.societyhillplayhouse.org/" target="_blank">www.societyhillplayhouse.org </a>!<br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-82486829310821653132014-04-16T19:46:00.001-07:002014-04-16T19:46:39.994-07:00Simple Little Things
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So a quick life update! I've been busy working what is now THREE part-time jobs, trying to save money and decide the next step for my career. I went and saw Mike Birbiglia perform stand-up and got to chat with him for a brief moment. He is absolutely phenomenal and I felt like I was watching a master class in delivery and comedic timing. It seems so effortless, but I know as a fellow performer that there is a lot of craft to what he does. Fantastic, Birbigs.</div>
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The next night I attended Alumni night at my Alma Mater, Temple University. There was a reception before the show and then we were all invited to the school's performance of Hair. The whole event was so overwhelming. Every time I started to get into the beginnings of a conversation another person passed by ,me or tapped me on the shoulder. One of my professors I haven’t seen in at least a year hugged me and spilled my wine on himself. It was so good. There is so much love at Temple Theaters and I am really blessed to still feel like I have a family there.<span> </span>And my god! Hair was nothing short of phenomenal. Those kids should have been getting paid. They were goddamn professionals. Flawless night of honest to goodness storytelling. Holy crap they were good, y’all. I highly suggest attending future shows. The talent level makes me so proud to count myself as an Owl.</div>
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Afterwards I drove one of my most influential professors home from the
Alumni event. I discussed with her my feelings right now, living at home and working three non-theater jobs and how nothing interesting is going on. She said “ It’s nice
to do exciting things. That’s great when you’re doing exciting things. But its
also great to appreciate the quiet times in your life and the little things in
your day to day that make you happy.” I think this is really important. It’s
easy to get caught up in defining meaning in your life by doing “important
things” what you’re “working on”. Of course it’s easier to encounter a group of
your peers if you’re armored with a response of “Yes I am doing brilliant work
I have amounted to something” But isn’t something being happy? I spent the past few weekends with people I adore, who make me feel good, appreciated, and fun to be
around. That version of me, in those moments, that's the person I want to be. That’s the person I want to bring to
the table when I am lucky enough to be working on an acting project. I think
that kind of “work”, getting to the root of that self is just as important as
finding new material and auditioning and marketing and all that jazz.</div>
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Here are some pictures of simple little things that make me very happy and full:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun times at AC Beerfest!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New friends at Beerfest. We're DUM.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wine with Mom on the Patio.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finding a shady spot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best nap buddies ever.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Took a Jamasy selfie at Alumni Night at Temple! #templemade</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike Birbiglia smiled at me. I can die happy now.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Substitute teaching has its mini-perks when you sneak silly selfies with your friends little brother.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my best friend's Chelsea performed last night and was pure grace. Absolutely beautiful and funny and relatable. She's moving to NYC in two weeks. I'm both profoundly jealous and happy for her.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-61032216685799122802014-03-10T18:28:00.001-07:002014-03-10T18:28:12.955-07:00Baller<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Okay kids, time for an update! My New Voices Cabaret was super fun! Zach Wiseley is a baller accompanist and an even ballerer(?) friend. He is more than supportive and we had so much fun. You can check out a video of one of the songs <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trWARle06yw" target="_blank">here</a>!<br />
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I've been doing alright. Enjoying time with my family and friends and working a whole bunch. Been auditioning and learning about myself every time I do so. The other day I subbed at my high school and got to watched the musical assembly. It brought back a whole mess of memories. That was the best day of school. Getting out of class to perform all day? What could be better? Seeing the excitement on these kids' faces was pretty cool. I'm glad to see the tradition lives on even after my teachers have left the department. I wouldn't be the performer I am today without that auditorium and all of the things that happened there.<br />
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On another note...I always seem to start projects and never finish them. I feel like I have a small case of adhd and I know everyone says that OOOOH SAY YES TO THE DRESS IS ON! Okay. I'm back. I've seen this one. Spoiler: She says yes.<br />
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So yes, I am a serial non-finisher. I have several thrift-store art projects that are taking up room in my bedroom but are gathering dust. I got a bass guitar for my birthday in high school, never learned how to play. The piano is still not mastered (damn you left hand!) I have the time to do these things. I just don't seem to have the self-discipline, even though I know they'd be awesome to have in my skillset and save me from loneliness and boredom. SO my new venture- opening my own Etsy shop for vintage clothes and accessories- is very exciting to me. I have always loved finding treasures at thrift/antique stores and estate sales. Curating items for the shop is an artistic act and that's why I'm pretty sure I'm going to follow through on this one. That I can put my hands on it and feel it and see it published on a professional looking website without a crazy amount of work. Heck, I might not make a dime off of it but at least I will feel the satisfaction in my brain that I took an idea I had in my head during that uber creative time between sleeping and waking up for the day (before being bombarded with the worries of life) and turned it into a reality. That's the best time of day for me. I wonder if that's maybe why I love naps so much?<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-63313052706256471372014-02-17T20:29:00.002-08:002014-02-17T20:29:54.704-08:00It Just Takes What It Wants!!!Last week I was in Memphis for UPTA. It is my third time attending the auditions, and my third year out of college. I noticed how different I feel since the first time I nervously did this thing. I sat in the same waiting room I've sat in twice before, but the jitters weren't there. I joked and got to know some of my fellow actors. I crouched down in front of the heater and discussed body problems with other actresses (Because that's what we do. We're women.) I had no problem mentioning that this year I was forgoing the sky high heels and instead opting for the old lady Naturalizer shoes complete with Dr. Scholl's gel insoles this time around. Someone said I was the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg" target="_blank">honeybadger</a> of UPTA. As in "honeybadger don't give a shit!! It just takes what it wants!" I took it as a compliment. But it's not that I don't care! I just decided that I'm too old to try to be someone I'm not, to try to get cast as something I'm clearly not right for. I just sold myself, which is a lesson that takes time to learn. I had some wonderful callbacks and am hopeful that my time as a server will come to an end. (Or at least be put on hold for a while.) I got to hug some wonderful people that I only get to see once a year if I am lucky. I ran into people I haven't seen in years. And I received a compliment from someone who gave me my first professional job. He said how much I've grown and how my choices in material are better every year. It meant a lot to hear that and I intend on keeping that memory fresh for the next several weeks/months when I continue to audition. I was lucky enough to see three of my dear friends from Little Rock as well and although my time there was far too short I was so glad just to hug people who I really feel I can talk to about anything. Good things.<br />
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Tomorrow I am performing as a part of Larry McKenna's New Voices Cabaret Season 3. I'm super pumped. My set is full of sarcasm and dry humor and my laughable love life. You should come. Or at least watch the video when it gets posted. :)<br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-18545893772666182302014-02-03T00:04:00.001-08:002014-02-03T00:04:28.387-08:00I Got A Feelin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm so excited!! In a matter of days I'm going to Memphis and I get to get out of town for a while and see SO many dear friends I haven't seen in a long time! UPTA has always been such a positive experience for me. It feels like a theater reunion less than an audition. I can't help but smile to think after a day of auditions I will get to see SO many old and new friends. SO many hugs. I can't handle it. BUT WAIT, there's more, you say? One of my best friends is going to pick me up in Memphis and we're going to drive to Little Rock and crash for a few days where even MORE BEST FRIENDS await. I'm one lucky girl. Time for an awesomely long weekend full of friends, drinks, and high belting. What more could a girl ask for?*<br />
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(*Answer: A Margarita. You can always ask for a Margarita.)Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-66357935306486307762014-01-17T19:05:00.002-08:002014-01-17T19:05:31.301-08:00I Never Feel Magic Unless I Am With You<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Years with my best friend!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #222222;">So I haven't written a blog post in some time. I think it's hard to keep up a blog about acting if you feel you aren't working at the moment. And by feel I mean... am not working at the moment. Which is fine. Currently I am playing the role of bubbly, let me upsell till I have no soul left server scrapping for tables at a new restaurant. Life is on hold. And I am finally feeling that mid-twenties panic that causes people to settle down pre-maturely and marry the wrong people and start pumping out babies because "oh my god I'm gonna die someday my clock is ticking here you're mildly attractive lets live happily ever after I guess." Not that I'd ever do it but working with a bunch of 19 year olds for the first time I really felt OLD. Which is scary. Especially in a business that values youth and beauty so much. I'm not saying I'm used up yet. But I can see it on the horizon.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #222222;"><br /></span>Along with increasing anxiety is the fact that I talk to myself a lot more. I was never one for talking to myself. Maybe cursing if a bee was chasing me but not exactly having a conversation with the little demon. But now I find myself in my car just commenting on the world around me....to myself. "Eff yeah taco bell!!" I exclaim as I pull into the drive-thru. Or I tell myself "Well, that sucked." I'm starting to think I really need some human companions instead of mostly dogs. Having three dogs lends oneself to getting used to one sided conversations.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />My other job is substitute teaching. You feel like a sleep-deprived, mid-twenties loser shadow of a person. At least elementary school kids "see" you. I might as well be a cardboard cutout of their teacher with a fake smile plastered on my face. I wear the same clothes every day. My hair is pulled back all of the time. I can't afford days off. I feel like a shell of someone who just a few months ago was kicking ass in a musical and connecting with audience members and adoring life. I was wondering when the post-show depression would kick in. Well, christmas is over folks. </span><br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-77064991363182691912013-12-04T18:20:00.002-08:002013-12-04T18:20:48.490-08:00Tryin' To Get Up That Great Big Hill Of Hope<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So yesterday I turned 25, which means <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NXnxTNIWkc" target="_blank">this</a> song is even more relevant to me. I had a low-key birthday but I was touched by all of the comments, texts, and phone calls I received. I am a <i>very</i> lucky girl.<br />
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I've had a lot of time to think to myself and reflect and overall I am so grateful for the experiences of this past year. This has been a year of learning. I've accomplished a lot of mini-goals I have set for myself and I am proud of how far I've come. It's hard to think that way though when you have about 15 dollars in your bank account. I know it's a temporary situation but it's scary. Like... panic attack scary. It's something that maybe most people don't like to talk about, but that's my life right now. But I wouldn't trade this year for anything. I accomplished quite a few things off of my <a href="http://thespihonest.blogspot.com/2012/11/25-before-25.html" target="_blank">25 before 25</a> list. I landed a "part" (a few I'd even go so far as to say...!) I got myself a website, wrote more, fell in love, drank moonshine, taught and really felt confident that I've made a difference in some kids' lives. I also explored some more of the country, made some incredible friends and pushed myself as a performer. Maybe 25 was an ambitious number of accomplishments, but I think putting those things out in the universe helped me get to where I am. I think it's a good practice to lay your goals out as a road map for where you want to go next. So I've been thinking about what I want to see myself accomplish before *gasp* 26. These aren't in any particular order of importance.<br />
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2. I want to be more proactive about auditions and marketing myself. New headshots are going to happen soon. They have to. And I think getting some business cards and also offering my services as an audition coach for high school kids. I enjoy doing it and it might be a way to make some extra money. If only I could play piano better I could offer some voice coaching too!!<br />
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3. I want to be out of my parents house.<br />
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4. I want to move to NYC or Chicago. (goes along with 3)<br />
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5. I want to land a job in a state I've never been to before.<br />
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6. I want to play Suzy Simpson again.<br />
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7. Get that tattoo!<br />
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8. Touch a Great White Shark (hey, it's on every one of my lists. Maybe positive thinking works and you'll all be jealous!)<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-30828089622174965252013-11-27T08:59:00.000-08:002013-11-27T08:59:15.199-08:00I Got Bronchitis...Ain't Nobody Got Time For That!So as the title suggest, I got bronchitis. Not exactly the most wonderful thing to happen before closing weekend of a show with 30ish songs. BUT I am lucky that I am feeling much better. Still some chest pain and congestion but I have yet *knock on wood* to have a coughing fit onstage and I'm able *knock more on wood* to get through my big numbers. So instead of focusing on the negative I've been focusing on the positive. I've almost made it through a run of a show that seemed nearly impossible at the start. I went from being overwhelmed by this amount of music to being able to sing it in my sleep (literally). I feel so comfortable in my own skin and with the ladies I get to share the stage with.<br />
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Also, the other day the girls and I did an auditioning workshop at a local high school. The students were auditioning for their school's production of Pippin. Pippin was my first musical in High School. I was lucky enough to be cast in the ensemble as a freshman, which was a feat in and of itself. Then the girl playing Fastrada started to not show up for rehearsals. The director approached me and asked if I would sing her parts in rehearsals. Innocent enough, right? And it was fun. Then she started having me come to blocking rehearsals for that character, and eventually she said they'd probably give me one performance in the role. WHAT!? I was on top of the world. Then this girl drop-kicked another girl in the face into a locker and was suspended from school. I remember two upper-classmen boys coming up to me and hugging me and saying, "Do you know what this means?" I was like... "Yeah, I'm gonna play the part and this girl is gonna beat the shit out of me." I'm not gonna lie I was a little nervous about the repercussions. But I had a lead(ish) role as a freshman and my senior boyfriend (who I was CRAZY in love with. Emphasis on crazy) was playing my husband, Charlemagne. I was on cloud fricken nine. Looking back, I had absolutely no clue what I was doing but I had the time of my life. And it was because of luck. And because I'm a reliable actor. So workshopping these auditions for these kids who want to be in this show so badly brought a lot of that back, and also made me really see just how far I've come from that eager, know-nothing freshman in that purple-sequined dress to the actor I am today. Of course I'm still learning. Of course I'm really just starting my professional career. But it was really cool to be able to pass on some of what I've experienced to high schoolers with some of the same dreams and doubts as I had.<br />
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[ I wrote this last week but didn't have time/internet access to upload it. Happy Thanksgiving Y'all!]<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-13529129789720783232013-11-12T14:44:00.001-08:002013-11-12T14:44:05.260-08:00Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me<br />
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So I've successfully completed two weekends of The Marvelous Wonderettes and it has been an absolute blast getting to play around onstage in cute blue dresses 4 nights a week! The audience seems to really enjoy it and every show is different. Lots of moments for improvising within my character which I think is the most fun and my favorite thing to do. The other night I definitely licked some icing off of some poor girl's cupcake wrapper. Well hey, she shouldn't have left it within the reach of me! Other fun moments include me forgetting to wear my underwear onstage (ooops), Genevieve completely surprising me and bopping me on the nose while singing to me, and (spoiler alert) picking up my gum off the floor only to find a big ole hair on it. And eating it. Nom nom nom! Seriously all of the hard work of rehearsal is really paying off now. I can relax and feel confident that I know the steps and the notes and focus on telling the story and just PLAY! The other night I noticed things that each of my three cast mates were doing in the show that absolutely cracked me up. I wasn't able to notice before because I was in my little world of "oh my god I hope I'm doing this right." Now I am finally comfortable and can't wait for what shenanigans the last two weeks of the run have in store. I'm also mentally preparing myself to get a day job so I don't starve. I'm preparing to not beat myself up for not having anything booked right now. I'm preparing to tell myself, "hey, just because you're waiting tables and/or substitute teaching and/or baristaing right now doesn't mean the success you've had this past year and a half doesn't count. It doesn't mean you aren't finally hitting your stride and it doesn't mean all that positive self-talk you've finally been able to give yourself goes down the toilet. It's just a moment to pause, reflect, get some money in your bank account and get your ass to NYC." (If I'm feeling down you all have to redirect me to those statements I just made. Thanks in advance. Yay friends!)<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-43993861193974143762013-10-21T10:43:00.005-07:002013-10-21T10:43:52.924-07:00L-O-V-E That Spells Love! Sorry it has been so long since my last update. I'm currently sitting in the house at Cider Mill Playhouse in Endicott, NY before rehearsal for The Marvelous Wonderettes. Let me tell you this show is a MOTHER to rehearse. I'm having the time of my life but working my little chipmunk tail off trying to remember all of my inner harmonies and dance steps!! The character I'm playing (Suzy) is super fun and I've instantly formed a bond with my cast mates. Good thing, since there are only 4 people in the cast! I've also had lots of new experiences, like having to chew gum on stage and blow bubbles successfully, which I haven't been able to do in my first 24 years of life. It has been weird to chew gum during rehearsal (it feels so wrong) and I won't lie... I'm still not great at it. I've bitten my lip several times to the point of bleeding because, well, I am truly special. Or as my director would say, "cuz you're dumb." The director and cast have such a great relationship even thought we have so much work to do it feels like a safe and crazy fun environment all the time. And the people who run this theater are absolute SWEETHEARTS and work SO HARD. I know how lucky I am to have that. Counting my stars this month fo sho.<br />
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I haven't had very much access to the Internet in these past few weeks, which is at times annoying but may be a blessing in disguise. I've had to actually talk to and get to know my roommates with my downtime. Amazing, right? I'm so excited to be doing a musical comedy again. That's where my roots are and where I feel the most "in it" if that makes any sense. I've learned so much already and as we go into our final 10 days of rehearsal I know I will learn so much more. This has been a joy already and I don't mind being poor to do it. Plus, poor is a great diet! Anyway, today is about prepping my brain and my body for blocking act II and finalizing choices to be able to start running the show successfully. YAY! GOOOO CHIPMUNKS!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what we look like walking to a Saturday am rehearsal. Love these girlies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This theater looks like a barn from the outside and is connected to a cider mill. ALL THE FALLNESS. LOVE IT.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So...this happened.</td></tr>
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-73579952575425543432013-09-06T21:08:00.001-07:002013-09-06T21:08:42.390-07:00Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.I've been here in Abilene for 5 days now and I'm having an awesome experience already. The women in the cast are RIDICULOUSly amazing and I am so lucky to be sharing the stage with them. Everyone on the creative team is as nice and supportive and talented as I thought they'd be! It sure is a whirlwind to rehearse and mount a show in ten days but every day I feel like I personally am making big strides in getting to where I want to be for the performances. So, good stuff is happening. Yay! I am really enjoying the rehearsal process (even if I'm EXHAUSTED at the end of the day) but I am also excited for when we open and we have free time during the day to explore the city. There seem to be a lot of cool little shops and antique stores around here. I also have some auditions to prep for and a Shakespeare monologue to memorize for one but I can't put the cart before the horse. We open a week from tonight!!<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-76304512679913922762013-08-31T21:12:00.004-07:002013-08-31T21:12:34.797-07:00Home is Wherever I'm With YouI've been home for two weeks and so far it's been pretty okay. I really haven't had too much time to sit feel sorry for myself and missing my Little Rock <strike>friends </strike>family. These two weeks have been full of unpacking, organizing, remodeling (including an additional closet rod and a SHOE CLOSET!!) and spending time with my family and my puppies. I'm glad I got to catch up with some friends and drink some good local beer, but it still feels strange. I'm not sure where I am when I wake up. I keep double-taking when I see people who resemble Arkansans. I'm always so disappointed when it isn't them. Right now I'm feeling excited for my next gig, and simultaneously terrified. I'm truthfully scared of failure, and scared that this will be my last play in a long time. I know that's the vampires talking ( [title of show] anyone?) But it's how I feel. I think once I get to Abilene and get down to rehearsal (One week, yeehawwww!) I will feel a bit better. I always do. Trying to focus on the positives and move forward. Something's coming.<br />
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-91289423337578771322013-08-13T22:07:00.000-07:002013-08-13T22:09:27.201-07:00I'll See You Later or Please Don't Crying It's happening. My parents are here. Most of my belongings are already packed away in boxes and sealed shut. All of my artwork and knic-knacks are safely stowed away. The beer is (almost) gone. Tomorrow is my last full day in Arkansas and thus ends my year-long adventure. It's crazy to think about how much has changed since last year when I moved out here. I knew no one, was living on my own for the first time, and working my first relatively long-term/big-girl acting job out of college. It was lonely and scary and frustrating for a long time. But even through the hard times I knew that I had met some pretty cool people. And those pretty cool people turned out to be some pretty amazing, inspiring, life-changing people. And that has made all the difference. Tonight I parted with possibly my best friend here. She's the first person who reached out to me with open arms and sarcasm and laughter and I will love her forever for all of the things she is and has done for me. I started to cry and she pet my face and said, "Please don't crying!!" I have a feeling I'm going to have to tell myself that more than a few more times before I leave and even after. I will make myself a promise not to say goodbye. I will <br />
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So Summer Theatre Academy is in it's second week now and it is exhausting yet gratifying work. I do however, feel burnt out and anxious. I'm leaving here so soon and I feel very torn. I spent so much time not feeling comfortable here and being homesick, and now with a few weeks left I am dreading leaving. I like having employment. I love having these friends and feeling like I could be part of a little community. I like these kids. I love having my own apartment. It's going to be very hard to leave. A good friend of mine told me that I have to focus on the positives waiting for me back home or I will drive myself crazy. It's easier said than done. No matter if I went or stayed, I would miss out on or lose something. I do miss my family and my puppies. I miss my few friends still at home. But living at home isn't easy when you're a young adult, and our house is very small for five grown adults and three VERY grown (fat) doggies. I know home is the best place to be for what I want to do. I want to dive back into the Philly theatre scene. I have to start getting myself to New York and save money and live at home as long as my parents will have me. I just never expected to fall in love with this place. Sure it's not perfect and I still get lonely and whatnot, but that's anywhere: that's life. I'm sure I have great experiences awaiting me back east, I just needed to share how I feel. This is (hopefully) the first of many times I will have to leave a place just as soon as it felt like home.<br />
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But alas, the actor's life for me. It's worth it. Here's an example of why I need to keep pursuing this. I've had one male high-school student in my project and in one of my classes for almost two weeks now. He is a fantastic singer with this great tenor voice and is very expressive and energetic. He's a smart kid. But for some reason his words get all mushed up in his mouth when he speaks. I have him in my Voice and Diction class, and I was repeatedly telling him to over-accentuate his articulation, but no real audible change was happening. He has a major part in our project and is barely understandable. It was puzzling. But today in class he was working on his Spoon River poem and I had a suspicion that his problem was with placement and using his facial mask as his primary resonator to get the words out. I really don't know what I'm doing, but I had him place his fingers on the sides of his nose on his cheek bones and had him really over-do it with the nasal resonance. He started to speak and the other students who were sitting in the back of the auditorium. "Wow." One even said. It was amazing to see that I could help someone who wants to pursue professional acting change a habit that was really going to hold them back from working. It was a really nice moment. I know I'm not the best teacher, but I am learning, and it was really special that I had a part in this young actor's growth. I know my voice and speech teachers have changed me forever as a performer and I'm forever thankful. I only hope I can be half as impactful as they were.<br />
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So yeah, I guess that's why I have to go on to bigger and better things. I'm not finished learning. I'm not finished discovering. I can't stay in one place, as safe as it feels. I have to take some risks and live my life. Wish me luck.<br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-85674024915425293082013-07-07T23:05:00.000-07:002013-07-07T23:05:04.347-07:00Home is Wherever I'm With You It has recently come to my attention that I will be moving back home in about 40 days and leaving this year in Arkansas behind. And you know what? Several months ago I couldn't wait to leave. But now I know I'm going to be a little more than heartbroken. Something has happened in the past several months. I guess it takes this long to get close to people in a new place, but I feel like I'm just getting comfortable.. with living alone, my job(s), and my friendships. I'm starting to feel like I fit somewhere, and I haven't felt that way since college. Living at home isn't the worst thing in the world. There are things I love about home. But besides my family (roommates) most of the people who made home a place worth living have moved away or have very busy jobs and families of their own. I was not expecting to leave this many people behind that I truly have connections to. And maybe it is only a handful of folks, but I will miss that handful dearly. I know I have things to look forward to at home. Philly theater, NYC trips/auditions, STEEL FREAKING MAGNOLIAS!!!!!! And old, true friends. But as unlikely as it seemed at first I am definitely leaving a piece of my heart here.<br />
In other news, Junior Arts ended and I've gained back my sanity. Teaching at Summer Theater Academy has been a blast. I really enjoy the kids and have been learning tons from the more experienced teachers. Also enjoy my restaurant job. (Whoda thunk?)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously the sweetest kid at JA.</td></tr>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-53050132298866032252013-06-16T21:51:00.000-07:002013-06-16T21:51:39.858-07:00Yankee's BackSo what's new? Well, I went on an adventure back to the Garden State to spend a whopping day and a half with my family and puppies before hitting the road with my dad to bring my car back to Arkansas. The visit was far too short, but at the same time it feels good to be out in the world doing things. Home is something I know I will always have to come back to (and I will be moving in shortly, so I better hope I'm still welcome!) but as scary and lonely as it is a lot of the time, I know I need to keep on truckin with this whole acting-and-pursuing-happiness-in-my-own-life type deal. <div>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-30626539710927775612013-05-18T21:49:00.000-07:002013-05-18T21:49:01.786-07:00Peachy Keen, Jellybean I apologize for the almost month-long silence over here on the blog. I was completely overwhelmed with James And The Giant Peach. I loved my character and enjoyed being a physical, comedic actor, but I would lie if I said the rehearsal process and performance schedule wasn't taxing. It absolutely was. I had bruises all over my body (still do, actually) and allergies and fatigue had affected my voice. It probably wasn't too noticeable and I'm probably being too hard on myself but I hate feeling like I'm doing less-than-my-best work. Sometimes (most of the time) you don't get the luxury of an understudy and a day of rest and you have to push through two-show days, rude audiences on their cell phones, and illness running rampant through the cast. But I really did love it overall. Now that I've had some time away from it I definitely miss it. I know the kids in the show had a great experience too and I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know them. The sad truth is that I don't know when I will be doing a musical comedy again. It might be a long time. (I hope not!) So I'm glad I stayed as positive as I could and that this show has me filled with great memories.<br />
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(Above photos by the lovely <a href="http://www.hcanterbury.com/" target="_blank">Heather Canterbury</a>)</div>
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For now I am focusing on teaching kiddos, which will occupy my entire summer. I have a class right now of five 7-8 year-olds and they are a lot to handle, I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to handle about a hundred more! But they are sweet kids and it makes me happy knowing I am helping them gain confidence in themselves and guiding them to be creative little people. I have a few more weeks before I'm full-time teaching, so I really have to find some things to do to keep my occupied. Should I clean my apartment? Of course. Am I going to? Very unlikely. Hopefully I will get some bike time in before the weather is so unbearable that biking would be suicide. Arkansas summer, I am not prepared for you in the least. Have pity on this poor Jersey girl.</div>
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Here are some recent off-stage moments.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took far too many pictures of myself as the worm. I might have been a little obsessed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On his big 3-0 Jeremy arrived to the green room to find a pretty wonderful birthday cake made by the boy playing James. Biggest sweethearts ever, both of them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Accurate Centipede cake with 42 (not 100) pairs of boots, dragon flesh (well aged, not fresh), a beetle with just a splash of vinegar, and noodles made from poodles on a slice of garden hose.</td></tr>
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Trying to do it on a bare stage with no "peach" has been fun but I think the whole play will change drastically when we have the full set.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><b>Reading... </b>How To Be A Working Actor - Mari Lyn Henry & Lynne Rogers</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><b>Relieved About... </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">I'm crazy relieved that I have a restaurant job for supplemental income to get me through the break between contracts coming up. I'm relieved there was a mistake on my income taxes and I don't have to pay estimated for next year. I still get anxious and stressed but I've been trying to stay grounded.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><b>Watching...</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">Just finished watching The Extra Man, which I enjoyed very much. Watching Kevin Kline perform is like sitting in on a master class. I've also been catching up on Arrested Development in anticipation of the new season starting in May!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><b> Craving...</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464343; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"> Primo's water ice and ice cream. Nothing I've tasted anywhere in the country compares to the little ice cream stand in my home town.</span><br />
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So Friday was my last day of touring for this season and I am very happy to be done that part of my job. It was rewarding but exhausting and I'm ready for a few days of rest and a trip to visit my Mom and Grandparents before tackling James And The Giant Peach. (Which I am super pumped for!!)<br />
So I made this list and I thought I'd share with you some things I learned on tour.<br />
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SOME THINGS I LEARNED ON TOUR:<br />
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1. If a line in the play is "Y'all like stories?" a child sitting front and center WILL scream out at the top of his lungs, "I LIKE TRANSFORMERS!!!" and proceed to make you crack up for the next ten minutes while you are trying in vain to go on with your lines and stay in character.<br />
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2. Signing autographs will probably never get old. I was that kid when I was little and I remember how much it meant to me.<br />
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3. Finding a comfortable way to nap in a captains chair that does not recline in the van is a talent and a skill.<br />
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4. Throw pillows are wonderful travel companions.<br />
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5. A Styrofoam cooler might not be great for the environment, but it is a luxury in the van.<br />
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6. I will never perform for a tougher audience than middle school aged kids who were clearly too cool and too old to see these weird actor people dance around and sing like idiots. It felt like doing a play in front of my graduating class of high school. I'm talking nightmare material, people. But if I can confront those demons with as much grace as I can, then I can do anything.<br />
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7. The calories in Pop Tarts, Starbucks Frappe Drinks, and Doritos absolutely do not count while on tour.<br />
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8. Trying to maintain gas station etiquette when you are clearly in there just to pee. My tip is to just look like a hot damn mess and nobody will approach you. Check!<br />
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9. Some 11 year old boy <i>might</i> start a fight and cry in the audience (that's 3 feet away from you) because he wasn't picked to come on-stage and act like a chicken for about 30 seconds.<br />
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10. I've learned what NOT to send my child to school wearing. (Particularly, I would not dress up my obese daughter in a light purple Cookie Monster shirt with the word NOM emblazoned on it paired with sweatpants the color of said Muppet. Just SINFUL.)<br />
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11. As tough as this is, I still love it and want to do it again. And again. And again.Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-88225262421729494012013-03-12T20:16:00.002-07:002013-03-12T20:16:28.115-07:00Looking Forward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi there! It always feels good when I actually have time to update y'all on here. This week is my last week on tour!!! Next I will be working on James and The Giant Peach so my hours will be far more consistent and I will most likely have a little more down time. With this being the last stretch of tour, I am excited to give my poor back muscles a break and prepare for the end of the season. I actually got to thinking about all of the stuff I have to look forward to that will also keep me going this week.<br />
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Things I'm Looking Forward To (To distract myself from my 6:15am call for the next two days):<br />
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- Nicer weather that means more bike rides, walks, and runs around my apartment and downtown.<br />
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- More time to read! I bought a ton of plays at the library's used book sale last week and I am determined to actually read them instead of allow them to gather dust on my shelf until I dust them off again for a future student (hopefully).<br />
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- The farmers market will be back soon!! So excited to be able to get fresh, locally grown produce just a few blocks away and not rely on Walmart for my produce. (It felt a little sad just typing that fact.)<br />
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- Hopefully being better with my money and making a little bit more in the coming months.<br />
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- Booked my first REAL role (I mentioned I wanted to do this on my 25 before 25 list!!!) so that is happening in September and I'm floored.<br />
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- Getting more calls/emails about work. (Just had to put that out into the universe. Who knows? It might work!)<br />
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- I'm going to be teaching improv and acting this summer, and I am excited for the opportunity to grow as a teaching artist. I want to become better and learn from the kids as much as they will hopefully learn from me. I've already begun to do this with my improv class this semester but I know I am still very green. I fully plan on being a theater teacher down the road and I want to get as much experience as possible. Probably reading some more books probably wouldn't hurt.<br />
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Okay. Enough of my blabbering. Here's some photos to update you on the past couple of weeks:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another thrift store find I left behind. This stein combines two of my loves, beer and owls. GO TEMPLE!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This cat ran into the school we were loading into and Garrett had to grab it and take it outside. The cat kept trying to evade him and get in during our load in!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know New Jersey has farms, but I've never seen this much livestock out in my life in any other state I've travelled to so far. I freak out like a little kid when I see anything with four legs outside the van window.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Passed this little store several times this season while on tour.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not gonna miss this view. 5 am call time comes very early!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's cool when your friends let you borrow their dogs. Reminds me of home.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-77306251725028673102013-02-24T13:48:00.000-08:002013-02-24T13:48:01.342-08:00Sunrises and Furry Friends<br />
Howdy! Long due for an update. Two weekends ago Jillian, Garret and I drove to Memphis for UPTA. I felt much more prepared and relaxed than last year and am pretty satisfied with the outcome. I also got to see some beautiful faces from back home. I had a lot of fun but am glad the stressful part is over. Now it's just the waiting game while I have my fingers crossed for some good contracts this next year!!<br />
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We've been traveling a lot with the tour and have been having a really good time. We survived our first two show day, so hopefully this marathon of shows starting tomorrow won't be as bad as previously thought. I've also have had a lot of down time to go on adventures around the city! And now, for a slew of photos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's UPTA time!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Temple Reunion UPTA style.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So happy the stressful part is over!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I sneakily took this on our way to an early morning call. They are pretty adorbs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A beautiful view of the sunrise from our van.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Been spending a bunch of time with this little nugget, Ripley.</td></tr>
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<br />Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14729709685559414742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2102438500977491845.post-63905433096694966172013-02-08T09:08:00.001-08:002013-02-08T09:09:11.630-08:00Howdy Y'all.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I know it has been so long since my last blog post and for that I am terribly sorry! I kind of like how I feel responsible now to update this thing. Documenting stuff on here kind of helps me to not lose perspective and to stay positive about all the craziness that a life in theater can provide. So I will attempt to update y'all on what's been happening.</span><br />
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So my last performance of The Three Billy Goats Gruff and The Three Little Pigs came and went. I sincerely LOVED performing this show every day, even though I was extremely exhausted towards the end, both mentally and physically. I guess I wasn't aware of how taxing doing two shows a day and then trying to memorize and rehearse a play where I was required to learn tons of lines and speak in a psuedo-Arkansan accent in less than two weeks would be. (Even typing that sentence was exhausting!) I have been that busy before, but this time around was super stressful because I am the manager for this tour show. Basically the tour manager is the stage manager for the tour show while the production stage manager is busy dealing with the mainstage show going on. I know I can be a leader, but this is a job I never really wanted because I don't like doing a sub-par job and was afraid if I was overloaded that is what would happen. I will admit there were days where I felt distracted with all my responsibilities for the next show while still trying to stay present in a high energy children's play. Lines like "I'll bet you a dollar to a bucket of corncobs.." and "they's and them's and we's...." aren't natural for me and drastically different from how we speak at home so that responsibility weighed on me. And yes, we have "Yooz guys" and "Wooder" but it isn't quite the same. I had some of the worst run-throughs I have done since high school, but during our last one I finally felt everything clicked and I was able to really enjoy the performance and feel what it will be like to perform for kids. We have had three days on the road so far and things have gone pretty darn smooth. Granted, driving three hours each way through the Ozark mountains isn't too much fun, but as much as I am tired, stressed out, and currently writing this with some chest pains, I still absolutely LOVE what I do. I'd much rather feel sick and tired from doing this than from doing anything else. Period. Something about me just turns on when I'm performing and I wouldn't trade that feeling for anything. For now I'm enjoying my day off, breaking in my audition heels while dressed for the gym, and trying to stay thankful, positive, and keep on keepin on.And now for a ton of photos to give you an idea of what's been goin on in mah life!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heather and I at an exhibit opening party at the Arts Center.</td></tr>
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