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Why He’s Hot:
- This hot piece of man candy Dominic Monaghan. First off, let’s start with his amazingly sexy accent. He’s from Britain. Who doesn’t appreciate a sexy English accent?
- He’s a first class actor. He plays Meriadoc Brandybuck in Lord of the Rings, Charlie Pace in LOST and Dr. Simon Campos in FlashForward. What more of a resume do you need than that? Wonder where else those acting skills will be useful.
- He’s got an absolutely adorable side. And a sexy side. A thoughtful side. And a goofy side. Plus, like many British men, he’s got a sense of style. Girls and guys, this is the perfect man.
- Those eyes. Beautiful and just the perfect shade of blue. Just one look into them and you’ll feel like you’ve forgotten everything except the want to jump right into bed with him.
- Dominic has the most amazing sex expression. Just look at it. If you don’t think he’s the sexiest thing alive, then you need glasses. No need to go any further for some eye candy, I’ve got it covered.
MOTHERFUCKING YES. FOREVER AND ALWAYS.
OMG I WAS JUST WATCHING ‘THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS’ D:
I MISS YOU, CHAAARLIE.
YUM.
I am obsessed with this color! MUSTARD FOR THE WIN!
Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.
–Conan O’Brien
I know everyone and their mom is posting this speech, but I have to post this part just to remind myself how true this is (especially today, when I didn’t get something I really wanted)
No callback...
Boo. That sucks…but honestly, my audition was only ok, so I shouldn’t expect them to sit up and take notice…and it seriously doesn’t help that the director doesn’t know me at all, whereas he knows most of the other kids who auditioned. C’est la vie! Now I’ll have much more time for lesson planning, sleeping, homework, studying for the MTEL, job hunting, exercising, and trying to have a small semblance of a social life!
audition is OVER!
Since last night, technically…and it went ok. Certainly not the most amazing audition I’ve ever had, but not the worst either. Lesson learned: monologue first. I was a little rushed and nervous, and when I sing it always comes out in my voice. I should have done my monologue first so that I had time to calm down. My song went fine, just a little weak on some of my already not super strong top notes…but I def got better as the song went on. Acting? I couldn’t say…they could have loved it or hated it…I really could not read the room at ALL.
I know the assistant director, but she didn’t sit in on my audition. I tried to find out what she knew after, but either she didn’t know, or wouldn’t say…all she would say is is that she was “sure I rocked it”…don’t know if that was just her being friendly, or she heard I rocked it (which would be weird since I def didn’t “rock it”…it was solid at best.)
I would love a callback, of course, and I think I could do well if I did, but I don’t know that I stood out enough….it’s hard to compete with those adorable BFAs! ;) Only time will tell!
My audition...
is tomorrow. I am freaking out a LITTLE, because I’m audition in front of people that know me as a director and theater educator, but not as an actor. I’m freaking out a little because I’ll be up against BFAs who are not only way more talented and trained than I am, but BABIES compared to me, and I feel like I have to best them all.
But despite all my insecurities, I have decided to let the proverbial chips fall where they may. I decided to audition because it’s one of my dream shows, and I can’t live with the regret of not trying. I have decided that what will constitute a great audition is if I don’t make a complete ass of myself in the room. If I can remember all my words (both for my song (the whole thing! GULP! where’s my sixteen bar safety???) and my monologue), and manage to act in there, I will be the happiest I can be. If I get a part, great! I know I’ll have a blast and learn a whole heck of a lot. If not, no biggie. I’m student teaching, and I’ll need every spare moment to lesson plan. PLUS I’ll actually be able to see the show, which will be just as exciting!
I’m just going to put myself out there tomorrow, and not expect anything in return. Not being cast doesn’t mean I’m not talented or unworthy. It just wasn’t the right fit. And that’s A-OK.
Meanwhile, I still have a whole butterfly colony taking up residence in my stomach. I just have to remember to breathe, and use it as much as I can. Push down my shoulders, it’ll open up my throat. Here we go…
This is the other book I’m reading and it is DEVASTATING. AND ENTHRALLING.
The premise, if you haven’t heard about it yet (it’s a few years old), is this couple has broken up and are auctioning off all of their crap/memories: photos, letters, clothing, gifts, ticket stubs, you get the drift— and what you read is the inventory of the auction.
There is no actual story but there is actually a story. Clearly to pull this off you have to be very deliberate but also not appear so. And she does, almost the entire time (although to be fair I am totally picking it apart and trying to understand the author’s thought process as i read it) and you get sucked in so quickly, despite the fact that you know- you know! like the titanic!- that they are going to break up, you are still pulling for them / coveting their belongings / nostalgic for the days of letterwriting and travel assignments and NY Times letterhead and books with song lyrics written in the margins.
This I am also not finished with yet, and this I also sometimes feel self-conscious about reading on the train— I mean it is laid out like a catalogue for God sakes (the twee-est, yuppiest catalogue imaginable, ie WET DREAM), but damn guys.
There is something so, erm, viscerally appealing about it— I think we all hope the ephemera in our lives tells a story, that we can weave a narrative out of metro cards and hotel keys and stickie notes— all of this new sincerity and curation and documentation, we hope it adds up to something. We’re really fucking sentimental. And this book validates that— it tells us exactly what we were secretly hoping all along— There’s a story here. Everything meant something. When you arrange the contents of your toiletry bag in a line, it all makes sense.
Also: cool lives. Fucking polaroid-before-Gaga-hotel-stationary-vintage-paperbacks-postcards-from-Europe-homemade-valentines cool.
And the bonus? You get to spend the whole book wondering if this is actually real.
I TOTALLY THINK IT IS.
I AM DYING TO READ THIS. I may have to just suck it up and go to B&N and buy it tomorrow. I can no longer resist.
Starting to freak out a little about my audition on Thurs…I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am! I feel like now that I’ve done an EmStage show there’s more pressure!
About Me
My name is Meredith, I live in Boston, and am studying to be a high school drama teacher. I love puppies, theater, old movies, and curling up in bed with a great novel and a steaming mug o' joe.Oh, and I am obsessed. OBSESSED. with the the B'way.
