Hi. I did a search thing & I saw your "CAN HAZ OFFER FROM CENTRAL SCHOOL OF SPEECH AND DRAMA!?!?!" post lmao.
CSSD is my dream school & I just wanna ask (there's loads lol, sorry)
- how old you are & if you have any acting experience (I don't have many)
- which other drama school(s) did you apply at?
- which monologues did you use & where did you find 'em?
& any tips for the auditions?
I don't mind if you don't answer it but if you do, please post it in my ask box as it's not determined that I'll see it. Thanks in advance. :) xoxo
And now I’m back, here are some odd ball facts and ideas that I have developed in my time away from Tumblr.
A- In case anyone hasn’t noticed, I have refallen in love with The Beatles. Something just clicked a couple of days ago, and I have been listening to them again nonstop since then. The best bit is, this isn’t new to me, this discovery of how much I love them and their music, but it FEELS new. And that’s what makes the band so fucking amazing. A band that can make you feel like you’re discovering them for the first time with every listen has fucking talentz man.
Secondly- In Leeds I had an amazing time- went out every night and was under the influence of more substances than I care to admit for most of the time that I was there. But at the end of it, I felt so fucking haggard, and tired and dirty and rotten. I regret none of it, and had such a good time… But my maturing body and mind realised again that there is much, much, more to life than getting wasted all the time. It’s nice to have moments of realisation that reiterate that every now and then. It’s also fun to let go like that once in a while, but I couldn’t live like that all the time, the way so many people do.
d: London is approaching. I’m trying to think of ways to make more money to survive. I’m in the process of writing some material for myself and another friend who got into drama school to perform for a magic hat donation fundraising night. I don’t think we’ll make much, but everything counts. I am racking my brains trying to think of another way, but am failing big time so far. I’m getting nervous and anxious but the excitement is also growing. Soon, I’ll be looking for places to live with the fella. We will be so poor, and so cramped in a single room together, but if the Beatles are right and all we need really is Love, then we will hopefully be okay.
seven: As much as I hate my job I am lucky to have one. But I really want a new one. Does anyone have any idea where I can get decent paid temp work for a few weeks? The stress of SuperYachts is basically starting to affect me more than I care to admit. The workload is never ending and the responsibility is so ridiculously high- the safety of entire crews of people depend on me. The finances of entire crews and financial teams depend on me. I wouldn’t mind the responsibility if it was something I a- cared about or b- was properly trained in, but I don’t and I haven’t been, so it’s proving a really big challenge. I get really bad tension headaches and stress shakes every Sunday night before I have to go back into the office. Thank god there is light at the end of the tunnel. I’d just like to escape sooner rather than later, especially as I’m booked to go to the Monaco yacht show in September, which I obviously won’t go to… So the sooner I leave, the better it is for them as well.
There is more, but I’m tired of typing and think that if I carried on, I really would get NOTHING done with my day. Off I go.
I will find out if I’ve been picked for studentship (probably not), FINALLY see my fella, attend an alcoholic tea party, attend a music grad party, go to the theatre, go to tropical world, go to Birmingham and rave with chums, come home.
xWhat is with the human, or should I say largely…
Completely agree. I see myself caught up in this cycle and I hate it. I hate that I’ve been convinced that MORE STUFF = HAPPINESS, and then when I’m not happy when I have more stuff, somehow that’s my fault, and I’m getting it wrong. Need to stop. x
damn tumblers gone all gay on me and wont let me reply properly, but alas, this familiar cycle that you describe is just what capitalism creates… hoards of soulless, unhappy people!
when your usually incredibly sensitive boyfriend publicly declares lust for a perfectly formed toned, puckered, tanned and sculpted celebrity when you have only hours before confided that you are having a mental melt down about your own body image.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97: Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own…
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
I love this song/philosophy lesson so very much. It always makes me feel strangely lighter but also very odd because I heard it (and I mean like HEARD it) for the first time ever when I was with my ex and we were driving to Wales in his car. And we both just sat there in silence, listening to it, and at the end… We couldn’t talk, we couldn’t say anything. He just squeezed my leg and I smiled at him. And he pulled over and we got out and just hugged. I remember that every time… Dammit. Life is so fast.
What is with the human, or should I say largely western culture’s obsession and need to buy buy buy?
Why must people always have MORE? Another dress, more makeup, a bigger house, a newer car, new china set, another gadget, more shoes?
What is the matter with us?
I very much understand that money makes the world go round, but when will it end? When will giant corporations stop turning over increasing profits every year, forcing thousands more to pay more, shell out more cash, give more and get so little in return?
Will it take the total collapse of mankind, or the world we live in before people realise it’s just not a good idea?
Or will there be whispers of change, a upsurge of people who not only give a shit, but also do something about it?
It saddens me to think that unfortunately, given today’s apathetic youth and increasingly stupid media consumption culture, that the former is the more likely of those situations.