Another crazy dream...

Wow, another dream worth posting about...

Let me give a quick little introduction first... When we moved on to SEARS in Cambridge a month ago we saw a whole bunch of plays, including... The Cagebirds!!

If you're wondering why I'm so excited about that--no its not really an amazing play or anything--its because a couple of years ago in Playmakers we divided into two groups and acted out a short scene from it... Remember, the one with the Woman and her 6 birds... she called them 'Sweeties', and there was a Gossip bird, and a Bird who liked to eat, a bird who was all about make-up and beauty... and each of the birds had a different characteristic like that. It was really neat to see the play in full... I found out that each of the birds represented a portrayal of women in the media, and how they are all being trapped in the cage represents their being restricted in real life. Then the Woman introduces a new bird to the others, a 'Wild' one, who desperately wants to be free again, and tries to get the others to help, but discovers that they pay no attention to anyone but themselves. I won't ruin it, in case you ever see it... (its a little slow at the beginning, but towards the end its really good)

Anyways, I had a dream last night. I drove to school, but apparently I was going to take the bus home anyways... I know... weird. Anyways I'm on the bus and I realize that I forgot something in my locker. So I get off the bus, head inside to the school and go to the drama room (my locker is nowhere near there). I get there, and Mrs VanBakel is putting on this play, and they're rehearsing... I had no idea this play was going on and so I was a little shocked that I was not invited to join or at the very least help with it (i'm not full of myself, our school just has a very, very small drama community these days.) Anyways, apparently it was Les Miserables to begin with, because this girl was singing a song from it, but then it slowly morphed into a play resembling Cagebirds.... except there was a whole lot more freaking birds... like 15 or something... anyways, one of the Gr 9 guys didn't know his lines (typical) and he was cut on the spot, so I was asked to stand in for him. I remember saying I was really excited because "i always wanted to act like a bird"..... yeah.... i know.... ...... . . .. .

Anyways! I turn around and who else do I see but.... Andrew!! And I'm happy to report he was fully clothed! I then look further around me and realize that mixed in amongst the uncultured boars that make up the drama students at St. Anne's is my favourite group of Thespians.... The Playmakers kids! It was like a dream come true!.... in a dream!!! Might I just point out right now that Kiersten and Amanda do a really funny bird... Ellen looked like she was high... and Carl was able to pull off his bird perfectly; I'm sure that if it had been real life I would have heard his little "mmmps!" and "huuhms!" sounds that he made in his Mercutio monologue too! So here I was, acting like a bird, and kind of just trying to go along with the flow of things seeing as I had no idea what was going on. Everyone seemed pretty clear on what they were supposed to do, and what their specific character trait was (gossip, greedy, vain, etc.) except of course me. I asked almost everyone what bird I was, and no one was quite sure... they kept just saying that I should sing alot, my bird would do that... But they couldn't tell me what my bird was. Needless to say it was very frusterating.

Eventually I found myself just slouching in a defeated mood by the stairs to the stage. It was then that my Drama teacher crawled up the stairs towards me and held her finger out and whimpered. This was really weird. Turns out she had a needle and thread through the outer layer of her skin of her finger.... no big deal right? People pierce the outer layer of their finger skin all the time with needles, safety pins, staples, you name it! Wrong. Apparently this was almost killing my Drama teacher. She was overacting about the whole thing like she was going to die. I was not impressed and was even a little annoyed. I rolled my eyes and helped her pull the needle and thread out. Apparently it was quite painful for her. She then left, and then came back with a past principal of my elementary school complaining that we can't just pull the thread out, because that would leave two holes in her skin. We have to make it one complete cut... for God knows what reason. So I spent the rest of my dream sawing her finger against the metal edge of the drama room door, and the chipped tooth of a skull that we used for my play Trotsky... thats my dreams for you.

If you want to try and find some kind of symbolism in there, good luck, by all means be my guest. hah.

Good luck with finishing school older kids, and younger kids, good luck with starting back up with school again... bleh!
eric

things are crazy... not crazy good, not crazy bad, just... crazy.

Well, Liam, here is my big long post.... having something to do with Windsor.

The reason why I didn't really post about it is because when I got the letter I had lost the surprise... i'm not saying that i'm amazing and knew i was going to get in.... here... i best explain:

So I arrive at the good old University of Windsor for my audition: Good University, UGLY city... its gross... but anyways... And the first thing I notice is how welcoming they are... they really want to get to know you that day. And I like that... I don't think I would survive at Ryerson just because I'd rather be somewhere where I feel wanted. Anyways, at the audition there were about 15 girls... and all but like 3 of them were not very good at all... and there was only 5 guys.... which put me at ease.... but like 4 of the 5 guys were really good... which took that ease away from me. We started with the physical warm up.... i did pretty good with that, but it was hard... and i felt sore after... i'm going to have to start training... or something....

then they demonstrated the movement piece for us and we had ten minutes to learn this very abstract little dance i guess.. i struggled with it at first, but my attention to detail and my mad dancing skills (yea right) put me at the top of guys... I would say so at least, anyways.... which is weird, because I am really not that good with moving my body... at all.

then we did our monologues, holy mother of mom was i nervous!! i'm always nervous... i've managed to learn to contain it for being on stage... but for doing monologues and auditions its horrible... i shake sweat and quiver sooo much. anyways, other than that I did pretty good. The girls were all pretty bad except for those 3, and the guys were all ok except for 2 others who were really good.... except, I felt like was one of the only people with a real understanding of Shakespeare, so I have Susan to thank for that....

Then we did the cold reading of the Sonnets... I did ok... nothing special really....

Then we did improv and i absolutely sucked.. ok no, but i thought i would do so well because... well... its improv!! but we could only speak in numbers... and we were only up for like 5 seconds... soooo no big.

Then we all sat in a circle and they went on about how they try to be welcoming and supportive, and that only 26 people get in each year... and i'm sitting there like: "this sucks." and they go on about how they're sending out the letters that week and you'll either get acceptance, waiting list, or nothing... and if you don't get in to come talk to him (lionel) in october and he'll tell you how to improve for next time. "aww how nice" i thought to myself... Then he was like ok theres sandwiches upstairs so lets stack these chairs and then have some lunch!! and i was like wow... they're so nice! Sandwiches! My impression of Windsor definately boosted that day... they're nice and welcoming... its almost as if they actually want you to come to their school... hmmm... imagine that!!

Anyways I'm stacking some chairs and Lionel walks over to me and starts: "I just wanted to let you know..." and i'm thinking, great! i didn't get in and he's going to tell me how to improve for next time.. Another year of HELL! "....that we're going to take you." I was like... What.? And I honestly asked if he was kidding. "No I'm not kidding!" and then I asked if it was a test. "No its not a test" (Yes I'm a dork.) And I still didn't believe him... they still had two auditions to do in Halifax and Vancouver, and why wouldn't he just make me wait a week for the letter?... I gushed on about how wonderful and welcoming the school was compared to other audition processes i had experienced and blah blah blah. and then i had a sandwich. and went home. still not believing it. i thought they would find someone who would replace me in vancouver or something... and then a week later i got the letter and the suprise wasn't there... so it wasn't as fun... but hey, i am so glad i got in... So maybe I can't get into Ryerson, but I really think Windsor is better for me. I'm not used to acting in a competitive sense... I'd rather be more supportive. Yes I'm a sap.

So I'm going to Windsor! Well, I should wait until hearing from Ryerson for sure... but the winds are set for Windsor... that could all change if I get acceptance at Ryerson but I doubt that will happen anyways.

In other news... I. AM. SO. SICK.

I just want to die for two weeks... and then wake up refreshed... *sigh*


Enjoy life, folks.
eric