I just found out that my australian groceries were theoretically delivered to my office on July 8. Either they weren't or no one told me, either way, I'm annoyed and have to deal with that this morning. They say it was signed for by a DVALET which is not promising as a real identity. Who the fuck would want to steal my Solo?
Also, just found out that NIDA will be starting a 1-year-part time course for screen acting (previously they only had a musical theatre one). This is interesting, but mostly in a way that's problematic. Less problematic is the new range of short courses (they sent me a brochure yesterday) which includes short courses in their design studio. I think there's no doubt that next time I do get down to Australia I do have to time it so I can blow a couple of days at NIDA on their corset making workshop. Because that's just cool. Anyway, I'm very charmed that they airmail me their brochures. It's important to me to feel connected to the place, I realize, which is nice, since I don't give much of a damn about my high school or University. One must have something I suppose.
Today I have a weird acting meeting thingy in a building I've always thought was haunted.
I also must go to the post office.
Spoke to my mother last night who is so unwilling to grasp the realities of acting. If I tell her about any audition or work I've done on any project she asks a billion questions, mostly not relevant. I don't like to go into details on auditions, because it's an act of emphasizing failure, especially to her who doesn't understand how much "no" there is in this business. And to her there was only student films and blockbusters, it's hard for her to understand my working on something low budget, with deffered pay that may well see DVD release.
Also she asked about the play a lot and that was extra uncomfortable, probably because being my mother she makes me into a little girl, when I can least afford to be either.
I am perhaps full of woe.