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Betwixt the lines I'm what you'll find
Jan. 10th, 2004 01:57 amI am a study in contradictions. Right now I've got the cd player rotating between soothing celtic singer Mary Fahl and Cradle of Filth and other black metal insanity. I eat and breathe depraved entertainment such as the Silent Hill game series romantic comedies such as Hellraiser, yet I'm also addicted to the sweet treacly fluff that is Joan of Arcadia. I am a bitter cynic who believes that the human race can only be held in coherence by fear and intimidation, that man is a selfish animal whose nature is to destroy all around him. And yet I believe unquestioningly in the power and reality of love and a God in heaven. I am a chameleon who wears many masks and every single one of them is my true face.
Being me kinda rocks, now that I think about it.
But me still has the social life of a middle aged English bachelor - which if I were middle aged and English I would be abso-fucking-lutley thrilled about. But since I'm a twenty-something guy in America it kind of drags at times. It's for this reason that I've agreed to take eight hours of overtime tomorrow night until midnight. Taking overtime is easy when you don't actually have to work. I'm planning to use the time to read the script of Arthur Miller's "All My Sons" since a nearby community theatre is auditioning for it on Monday. That's right, Tyree is breaking his year-long theatrical hiatus. Partially because I'm desperate to make some new friends and get to know some people. It's not that I feel the need to move forward, it's just that everyone else is and I get tired of talking to their backs. And if this doesn't pan out, there's a Shakespeare audition at the end of the week.
But, like all true actors, I hate auditioning. I'll act in everything from musicals to mime, from Greek tragedy to kabuki, just let me do it without having to do the damn audition. It's time-consuming, it's tedious, and it gives me that same icky vibe as a job interview, which I also hate. But, it's worth it. And in a perverse way, I'm actually kind of excited. But that also might just be my nipples reacting to how chilly it is in this basement.
That's all for tonight. I'll need sleep if I'm gonna pull this overtime off.
Being me kinda rocks, now that I think about it.
But me still has the social life of a middle aged English bachelor - which if I were middle aged and English I would be abso-fucking-lutley thrilled about. But since I'm a twenty-something guy in America it kind of drags at times. It's for this reason that I've agreed to take eight hours of overtime tomorrow night until midnight. Taking overtime is easy when you don't actually have to work. I'm planning to use the time to read the script of Arthur Miller's "All My Sons" since a nearby community theatre is auditioning for it on Monday. That's right, Tyree is breaking his year-long theatrical hiatus. Partially because I'm desperate to make some new friends and get to know some people. It's not that I feel the need to move forward, it's just that everyone else is and I get tired of talking to their backs. And if this doesn't pan out, there's a Shakespeare audition at the end of the week.
But, like all true actors, I hate auditioning. I'll act in everything from musicals to mime, from Greek tragedy to kabuki, just let me do it without having to do the damn audition. It's time-consuming, it's tedious, and it gives me that same icky vibe as a job interview, which I also hate. But, it's worth it. And in a perverse way, I'm actually kind of excited. But that also might just be my nipples reacting to how chilly it is in this basement.
That's all for tonight. I'll need sleep if I'm gonna pull this overtime off.
