Reason #666 for Why I'm Still Single
I promised to scan the promotional poster for "Much Ado About Nothing" and so I have.
My director said I look like the Devil, and that she likes it that way -- I suppose that's true. I look terrifyingly horrid in that picture, but maybe I just have a different representation of myself in mind's eye. If that's truly how I look all of the time why God has not yet smote me is a pure mystery to be sure.
The pretty lady in the picture with me is Dayna, my costar, playing Beatrice. She's very talented and mature (and attractive! -- in my opinion) and I enjoy each of those qualities in her. She's a delight to work with and I think our scenes will translate quite nicely together.
I've been hiding lately here on Livejournal (if you will allow me the conversational whip-lash). I have a lot to say, really, but I'm embarrassed with myself for some of what is going on -- you know, not having a job and all. It isn't so much that I don't want any of you to know these harbored feelings, but every time I sit down to write them it's like admitting them to myself and frankly, I'd rather just forget them. Which is not healthy, I know.
I'm buckling down this week for employment. I have a few healthy leads. I'm not close to poverty just yet, so I don't want any of you to worry -- truthfully, with my tax refund coming, I can pay bills through April -- it's just that I feel less like a man when I don't have solid employment. It's as if I'm one of those unemployed bums who does nothing for himself and who I otherwise end up paying for... Except that I actually earned the money I'm spending.
Anyway, hopefully I have a job soon. Hopefully I'll be 2/3 of the way toward my AA Transfer degree by the end of this year. Hopefully my theatrical talent will land me a decent, high paying scholarship when I visit the American College Theatre Festival in February.
My life is riding on a lot of ifs right now. I'm not so sure I like that....
My director said I look like the Devil, and that she likes it that way -- I suppose that's true. I look terrifyingly horrid in that picture, but maybe I just have a different representation of myself in mind's eye. If that's truly how I look all of the time why God has not yet smote me is a pure mystery to be sure.
The pretty lady in the picture with me is Dayna, my costar, playing Beatrice. She's very talented and mature (and attractive! -- in my opinion) and I enjoy each of those qualities in her. She's a delight to work with and I think our scenes will translate quite nicely together.
I've been hiding lately here on Livejournal (if you will allow me the conversational whip-lash). I have a lot to say, really, but I'm embarrassed with myself for some of what is going on -- you know, not having a job and all. It isn't so much that I don't want any of you to know these harbored feelings, but every time I sit down to write them it's like admitting them to myself and frankly, I'd rather just forget them. Which is not healthy, I know.
I'm buckling down this week for employment. I have a few healthy leads. I'm not close to poverty just yet, so I don't want any of you to worry -- truthfully, with my tax refund coming, I can pay bills through April -- it's just that I feel less like a man when I don't have solid employment. It's as if I'm one of those unemployed bums who does nothing for himself and who I otherwise end up paying for... Except that I actually earned the money I'm spending.
Anyway, hopefully I have a job soon. Hopefully I'll be 2/3 of the way toward my AA Transfer degree by the end of this year. Hopefully my theatrical talent will land me a decent, high paying scholarship when I visit the American College Theatre Festival in February.
My life is riding on a lot of ifs right now. I'm not so sure I like that....