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Despite the fact that I've been posting lately, often at long, odd and rambling length, I feel like I haven't really gotten into the scope of anything going on.

I'm auditioning. A lot. And while nothing has come through yet, they are good auditions that I'm being sent on by casting directors and agencies or people who remember me from previous auditions, and that feels good. Definitely the next step, even if it's one of those invisible steps in the process.

Here's what the next weeks of my life looks like so far:

- Audition tomorrow
- 2 Auditions Tuesday, including one for a feature film where I'm being put on tape
- training for the live industrial promo gig on Thursday night (followed by coding of the presidential debates)
- An audition friday
- Regency dance class that Sunday (on which I hope it rains so the medieval thing at Fort Tryon park gets postponed to the following weekend so that I can go)
- Then my birthday on Monday the 4th (which starts unceremoniously with several hours of said live industrial)
- Riding and debate coding on the 5th
- Live industrial on the 6th and 8th
- More debate coding on the 8th
- Also some random audition in that week that's not been schedule yet because the emails that have been exchanged on the subject are so unclear (grah!)
- Then the final debate on the 13th
- And the EAS assembly on the 16th

Meanwhile my riding pants are in the mail (the hurricaine delayed them), and I'm in one of those stages where thankfully, I _believe_. Oh yeah, and the funny part... um... audition possibly for a Bollywood film. Yes, I swear to god. Partially filmed in India and all.

Have I written any of the stuff I need/want to be writing? No. But I've been tinkering around with characters who are a lot different than people I normally write, and that's been fun.

Do I know how to respond to the email I got from the dude who wrote a play I was in asking what I'm doing now? No. Because it feels like I do nothing. And I hate actorly dicksizing, except when I am winning.

Do I have any idea when I'm getting paid at work? Well, no... we've a contract with the US government, that was supposed to pay us on the 15th... very stressed.

Australia stuff, any day now. The stress of which is compounded by the sentences above.

Seeing my parents today. Getting that coat for my Halloween costume. Do you want to know how many cycles I've spent pondering whether I should just wear white pants (which I own) and riding boots with it, as opposed to making breeches and doing the whole buckle shoe thing? I mean, it would be easier. And the point would be clear still. I wouldn't find it as personally funny of course. But... okay, a lot of cycles. Huge, inordinate number of cycles.

Got an invite to a club tonight via friendster. Am tempted to go. Just, because. And it's near my house, so cheap cheap night out. But um... friendster, and I've a 10:30 audition tomorrow, a dress to make, and Solomon and Gaenor sitting on top of my DVD player courtesy of Netflix (and not one of you will fucking believe me if I say I rented it because people speak lots of different languages in it, right?)

costumey thoughts

Mucking about with fabric, my brain just made an obvious connection I should have caught sooner.

We all know about the weird, archaic environment I was brought up in. Part of this involved attending balls and formals, and in the summer the men wore "summer formal" which meant white or cream colored pants with navy blue jackets (preferrably with gold buttons with family insignia on them) and generally bow ties if they were doing it right. Duh. I remember thinking it an odd convention at the time, but _of course_ I have this hard on about men's regency clothing. Aside from it being ornate and cool and all that, it echos, or rather something I recall echos it, an ideal of male refinement I was presented and actually spent a great deal of time around as a girl and young teen.

In the end, Hewitt is responsible for like, everything.

There are so many things I miss about that world, except the part where I didn't belong and no one was playful or kind about what they were. That's the thing about aristocracy, the charity is not kind.

Woah. Anyway. There's so much to write about in that life, that's not the Less Than Zero or Paris Hilton part of that world. But I'm not sure I'll ever know how.

In other news, I clearly need a sewing box, because I just bought new needles, but can I find them....? no.

stuff!

Just got home from seeing my parents (who predictably forgot to bring the coat), but in my mailbox was:

- my riding pants (I'm in love)
- my new order from BPAL which contained my full size Hesperides, my full size Mabon (which smells frightening in an intensely pagan ritual evocative way. I will wear this, and things will happen) and samples of Lampades, La Petit Mort (which is some bad French right there), Tzadikum Nistarim and Has No Hanna. Has No Hanna seems like the only one I definitely won't like and Lampades and La Petit Mort were both immediately emotionally evocative for me, so we'll see how they work on my skin.
- more stuff from Netflix


Happy happy happy.

Hoover the Tortoise!

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/26/nyregion/thecity/26hoov.html

dude, who needs groundhogs?