Dakota

I've been really cranky lately. Not for the longest stretches of time, but here and there. I've found myself really disinterested in others' pain or problems. I wouldn't say that I've become more self-centered, because I haven't really been obsessing myself, either. I've been pretty overwhelmed by lots of things going on though, so I have a feeling that I'm just trying to push everyone else out of it so I don't have one more thing to worry about.

Certain personality traits of others' are bugging me and I don't know if they've always been how they are and I'm just hypersensitive, if I'm finally just sick or frustrated enough by it to notice, or I'm crazy.

I've been having some good moments. Montreal was good. ( Montreal, finally )

On Thursday, Genevieve, Danielle, and I went to see Katie's directoral and acting effort You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown at Rutgers Camden. We met up with Liz, Rishard, and Angelo there, and Tara and Janice came soon after. Katie was Lucy, and she was very good. It was very strange to see a Lucy with a legit voice, since she's generally played up at screechy. Adults acting as children can either be really obnoxious or really amusing, and fortunately, this was the former. The show (which is essentially a bunch of short comic strip-like skits and longer scenes with centerpieced songs). It worked far better than any production of it I'd seen (I've seen it twice before), and I was really happy and proud for Katie.

I'm going to try to get myself out of the snit and funk. And also try writing in the journal more. It's the 24th and I've only written 4 times.

Last night, I played Riff Raff with Magenta. It was an entirely new scenario that Genevieve had never had in our friendship, but I think it went over very well. Throughout the show, however, I had a horrible time staying in character, and I chock that up to the audience being quiet as sickly mice and me not being very convincingly bitter towards Katie, who was Frank.

Katie debuted as Frank, as her bow-out. It is sad to see her go. It's always very strange to see people that are side by side with me on cast who have other things going on and suddenly it doesn't involve Rocky Horror, and especially me seeing them every week. But I like to consider Katie's leaving a retirement rather than a quitting, in the same vein as Chad or Gamsby.

I first performed with Katie when she played Janet. I remember her audition; it was the last in the Screening Zone. She was one of the last 5 performers to have _started_ their Rocky Horror "career" at the Screening Zone (Liz and Sarah also debuted with HOH in the Zone, but they were transfers from other casts). Boggles my head something fierce. As it is, the way cast breaks down, we have 23 castmembers. 11 of those castmembers are since we moved to the Bellevue. Only 5 pre-date me as a castmember. Faith and bejabbers.

Note: the following paragraph has really nothing to do with Katie, but I started writing, and felt the need to finish it, even if it's an incomplete thought, and out of nowhere.( Read more... )

All the same, I wish Katie that best in her thespionic toils. But there's no point in saying goodbye. I can't think of a single castmember that left that I never saw again, and those include people I never really intended to see again. I love Katie. No worries.

I keep putting off updating my Livejournal, and not because nothing is going on. In fact, lots of things are going on. So many that I just don't really want to write about almost any of it. I've skimped before, with "short takes," but almost everything is relevant and/or important enough to get it's own entry. Or something.

Blargh.

Ok. So, Hat Pick Night was this past Saturday. In keeping with tradition, I got a role I'd never played before, and had a lot of fun. I was in a venomous mood by the time I go home, but I must be preparing to bleed or something, because there was no particular reason. Little things have been crawling under my skin and biting. Little, abstract, not-real-parasitical things. Mostly careless phrases and thoughts--mine and other peoples'.

Anyway. Hat Pick. I drew Janet. It was better than tech, and in fact, it was better than expected. It helped that I performed with Katie, in a complete turnaround from normal. Janet was only a step above my least desired role (Dr. Scott) and 2 steps from tech (which I hate and is boring). But, I had lots of fun. Lots. And I felt pretty competent in the role, too, which was... odd.

The rest of the cast seemed to work out well, too. Larry was Frank. Correction: Larry was the scariest, sweatiest Frank I have ever seen, or been touched by. Danielle was Rocky, which was ironically the character she most prepared for--ironic because Hat Pick almost never works that way (with exception to that one time I poured all my money into Magenta and somehow got it). First-timers Sandy got Magenta and Erick got Riff Raff, so the stars were shining on them. I think I have to stop allowing Erick to flirt with me; it seems to bug Sandy. Weird, that...

Columbia was drawn by Randi, Dr. Scott by Sarah, Eddie was Rob, and Richy pulled the Criminologist. Dani, Jordana and Lauren (the latter two first-timers, and all three often Transie) got shafted for Transie, and were accompanied by eLiz (first-timer) and Angelo, and Paul (first-timer), Willow, Sean, and Genevieve did tech.

Sunday... I forget Sunday. What did I do?

Oh, on Saturday, before Hat Pick Night, Willow came to my house to practice Brad with Danielle and me. She will be debuting as Brad next week for Kate's Last Hurrah.

But Sunday... what did I do on Sunday?

Monday was work and Cthulhu. Genevieve also learned that her mother was in the hospital, and miraculously we still managed to hold a fairly focused gaming session, after about 20 minutes of being completely bonkers.

Today I worked out. I hate working out, but the mp3 player has been most helpful. I burned 600-some calories. And then promptly went to have dinner at Applebee's. Whoops.

Thus, it's how it is. I forget everything else.