gawgawoohlawlaw.

100 for extra sexy-ladyness and being super-photogenic in the photoshoot today. Also, for really actually letting go in the acting exercise today. I haven't really done that in a while.

Buried Child: Act I.

So, effed family 101. Kind of reminds me of a hybrid lovechild of August: Osage County and American Buffalo. Halie and Dodge are two old people in Illinois with three sons: Ansel (dead), Tilden, and Bradley (a gimp because of his own stupidity). The setting is an old farmhouse that's completely falling apart.

Dodge does awesome stuff like ignore his wife and watch TV while she begs him to take his pills and tells a story of when she used to be 'escorted' (what?). He's probably a closet drunk or something. Also, their son (Tilden) has been 'kicked out of New Mexico,' not doubting it's because of something weird since he decided to have to bright idea to sprinkle corn husks on Dodge while he slept.

They seem completely shut off from the outside world. Like something was sucked out of them and left them in a time warp of the 40s. I want to know what happens next.

i'm going to throw up all over you.

100 for today for taking the leadership position and initiating stuff getting done (or scaring brian? my b), having kickass work boots, and trying to figure out if I still have a showcase.

I got the student pass application, I just need a letter from someone from the school with the letterhead and seal saying that I attend the school and that I'm doing the internship form so-and-so date until so-and-so date.

I can't do that until it's finally set that I'm doing it. We'll discuss that tomorrow, I guess?

Also, my stepmom couldn't get in touch with the guy who might get me free passes, and if that does not work, I can get someone to front me the money by next week; I just need to know that it'll get fully paid back.

This probably isn't blog material, but fuck it. I'm gonna rock the shit out of Buried Child tomorrow, promise.

Btdubs, I'm very happy I have the child prodigy freshman.

sassy gay friend.

enough of me procrastinating, this is ridiculous.

this is going to be so interesting.

100 for knowing fully what we were talking about and participating. sure, it's a freshman-level lecture. sure, it was nfp vs. fp theater. but, you know...i'm not completely retarded. and i want to teach a musical theater lesson one day, you just say the word and i'll have a lesson plan, homes.

ummm, so. found all the prompts i needed to find for suny, u of a, rutgers, montclair, and north carolina (just a statement of purpose for the program and nothing for the college if i'm not mistaken).

here is my me-time paragraph. do with it as you wish, m'lady:

"Insecurity and 'unsureness' consumes me and insures my constant need for knowledge. The theater gives me a sense of family that's being reciprocated by a group of complete strangers. Calling shows is my art --- the clockwork of a show, even down to the millisecond, is what can make or break a person's experience at a show; by being a part of creating these moments, I become a part of what makes people the happiest, even though I mostly do it for myself. Sticking around art and artists tells me about the human psyche and keeps the remnants of my sanity somehow intact. Art is my what is in my life, and helping create it is what keeps me living."

lololololol that is so not five sentences

i guess i will start on buried child tomorrow? i shall email you for shits and gigs.

new year, new thing.

PG: whatever you're giving me. 89 if you're not counting it against me.

i don't know what there is to really talk about, if there really is anything.

starting college apps soon. schools where i'm applying are:

SUNY Purchase (Safe)

Montclair (Safe)

Ohio U (middle)

U of A (middle)

Rutgers (middle)

UNCSA (reach)

hopefully most early decision.

it's actually disgusting how fast time goes by in high school and how much time you don't actually have, and how many things you could have done. i refuse to reflect on this too much since it's a pointless fight with myself, but i didn't do enough. i pretty much failed. i didn't completely fuck myself like mike or glenn, but you know what? i disappointed myself and my teachers.

the way they graded fucking kills me, man. not cool. at least my freshmen have the better opportunity, i'm grateful for that. i can't really think right now.

here's to hoping the mainstage cast list is decent.

hollaheyha.

Last blog post.

Monday: 100 for realizing SAT-ness and how fucked I really am right now. Also, helped a bit during the really unorganized filming day 1 and stayed out of the way while I did some works.

Tuesday: 89

Wednesday: 100 for doing some work until being called out f class for like...a half hour to take a physical with an overweight, effeminate male nurse with a really sexy lisp. I was in Cleo Mack's (didn't want to disturb filming and be in their way).

Thursday: 100 for showcase proposal work with Louis, and doing more planning for the summer. A job will probably be crucial since my budget definitely won't cover transportation costs. Just have to explain that to the 'rents. Everything seems a little more solid at this point.

Friday: 100 for taking in Hamlet and actually, REALLY understanding what was going on. Louis really made it a lot easier to understand when he lectured for a bit at the end. I really found most of watching these films sort of pointless because there wasn't anyone there to guide us. I mean, out class isn't a bunch of lost puppies but we really do need the guidance. Feeling a little inadequacy there, but whatever. It happens.

So...as this is my last blog for the year, I thought I'd like to just say what I feel.

I'm really glad this year happened.

I realized the importance that leadership has on a group of teenagers.

I realized what I need to work on as far as me being a leader (or the lackthereof there).

I realized how much we used this year's seniors until they were completely, totally burned out.

We all still have a really long way to go. I'll probably edit this later if I think of anything better.

Biggest. learning experience. on earth.

Ackackackackackdon'tkillme

100 for today for the discussion with Louis about marketing and the proposal for my senior showcase. We talked about making a postcard for just my lovely self to send to Carol Thompson and other colleges and other awesome people to get myself out there. Am getting Scat Silvay to do my headshot.

Proposal as of now (need proper opening and closing, and more descriptiveness I guess. it's really vague and unconvincing, but I kind of have time to work on that):

To Whom it May Concern --

My time spent at the School of Performing Arts has allowed me to acquire a well-rounded education in all aspects of theatrical training, ready for a professional environment's cut-throat settings. With my chosen major being stage management, I am requesting a $500 grant for a senior showcase project assistant stage managing a professional play with Cake productions, Aloha, Say the Pretty Girls by Naomi Iizuka.

With the grant given me, I would be able to provide myself with transportation to and from rehearsals, technical rehearsals, and performances, along with funds for advetisements of my own to market my work and my current work to send to colleges and potential employers.

Cordially,

Chelsea Moroski

______________________________________________-

Yeah. 'Budget plan' as of now:

Student pass for one month from Iselin Metropark roundtrip: $290

Might bring bike to come in and out of Manhattan. If not, PATH train from Newark to Downtown for one moth: $180 (costs the same as the subway, only above ground and less rapey).

It's a rough plan for now.

It'll be worked on. Promise.

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my stomach is throwing up on you

100 for fridsay for the dance show, 100 for today for the peer matinee.