Monday, April 9

Easter Weekend!

Well, the last day of it, anyway.  It was incredibly lovely to have four days off, especially since last week, we started Act runs for ZP, and school-wise, I handed in two essays (French, World Issues), a quotation test on Hamlet, and Module 15 (of 20) for English.  So, the calm after the storm is much appreciated.

And I've been taking full advantage of it.  Meaning I've done nothing but sit on the couch, read, watch a few movies, rewatch Series 2 of Sherlock and dig out my DS and continue Pokemon White.  I think the only productive thing I did was get my driving lessons finished (finally!).  Other than that, it's been pure lethargy.  Wonderful.

Next week, I figure, will be pretty lax, seeing as I'm only at school for three days - Monday off, then Thursday I'm off to U of T for 8:30, and then after that audition I head straight to Hamilton Place for Halton Showcase (which'll be great fun, but also means that Sephton's had to re-arrange rehearsals).

Speaking of, I can't remember what the last update I made about universities was, but in any case, if I've already posted about it, I apologise, BUT I'M JUST SO CHUFFED.  That is, I've been accepted to all three of my Ontarian universities.  I do have still have auditions this week for the U of T Drama program, and then two weeks Friday I'm off to Concordia, but I still get smiley and bubbly whenever I look at the acceptance letters on my desk.  It's a pretty wonderful feeling.

On a slightly less egomaniacal note, I finally got the canvases I did up for my room hung, and I'm pretty pleased with the end result:


The speech bubble canvas isn't quite finished yet, because I haven't gotten around to getting a white paint marker (Michael's was out the last time I was there...), but it'll eventually end up reading "The universe is unfolding as it should."  One of my very favourite lines from Max Ehrmann's Desiderata.

And that's the life right now.  Nothing terribly exciting, but I'm getting more and more excited (and a little saddened) as the days go by that this'll be my last year in high school, and I'll be on to (hopefully) bigger and better things next year.  It's thrilling, but still intimidating.  I like the feeling.  I hope everyone had a marvellous Easter break - that you spent it in good company and ate lots of good food.


Pages completed: 2 568/16 818

Tuesday, March 6

That awkward moment when a university forgets to update your evaluation profile...

... And sends you an acceptance letter the day after you fire them off an e-mail asking about it.

Did this really happen? My computer says yes, so, erm.  Right.
 
Regardless, thank you, York.

It still hasn't really sunk in that I've been accepted.  I mean, I went to the audition evaluation not really knowing what to expect; when I first arrived, it was all rather overwhelming.  There were 52 applicants on that day alone, and we were told that there would be over 800 in total - of those, 150 would be accepted to the Theatre program.

And I made it.

I.  Wow.  

This program is one of two in the world - in the way that they have it structured (the other's in RUSSIA, okay?) - and they want me.  It's immensely flattering.  

I can't even express how pleased I am about this.  I did admittedly, originally have my doubts about York, because of things that I've heard: that it's in a sketchy part of Toronto, that it's dangerous, the staff striking issues, etc.  But going there for real really does change your perspective, I think.  I could see myself there very happily.  Which makes things hard, because all four schools I applied to are basically neck-in-neck, in regards to me accepting an offer.

It's a bit stressful, because I haven't even had my other two auditions, and I'm already having trouble picking one above all the rest.  If I get offers from U of T and/or Concordia, I will really be in a pickle.

But I'm not worrying about that right now.  Right now, I'm curled up in my duvet nest, with the new F+tM album on the stereo (well, not really so new anymore, but I only got it on disc last weekend), just letting the euphoria hit me over and over again.  

I think I've strained my face muscles from smiling so much.

And I keep checking my York MyFile, just to read it over again.

Cheers, darlings, I really, really hope everyone's feeling as good as I am right now.  And if you aren't, I'm sending you oodles of good energy.

Pages completed: 2040/16 818

Saturday, February 18

"He tells me he's gonna take me to the sea wall... and I ask him 'the what?' "

This evening, because it was a rather boring day, I purchased a short film I'd had my eye on for a while: Sea Wall, directed by Stephen Simons.

Months ago, I found it the way I usually do in regards to such things: scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard, I found a link to a new project that Andrew Scott was associated with.  I immediately opened the link, and was taken to another page advertising a short piece of 34 minutes, in which Andrew plays the only character, and is on-camera the entire time.  I was seriously intrigued, and I think that since then, I'd watched the trailer five or six times, just because it was so interesting.

So tonight, I finally purchased it, and while I was a bit apprehensive about spending $10 on 34 minutes of film, I'm actually very glad I did.

First of all, I cannot express how much admiration I have for him; he is one of the most talented actors I've been fortunate enough to discover while keeping my rather unhealthy hobby of film- and television-watching.  He's kind of unassuming, to be honest.  He went to school for Drama, dropped out because he didn't like writing essays, and still managed to make a name for himself in Britain.  And his repertoire and CV attest to that quite well.  I really don't know if I've seen a more flexible actor in my life.  If I didn't know what a sweetheart he was in real life, it would be unsettling, how fluid he is in playing his characters.  He can go from suave, composed, aloof to completely unhinged and dangerous in a split-second; anyone who's seen BBC Sherlock's The Reichenbach Fall knows how true this is.  But just look at that face:

  

I, for one, find it very difficult to find anything at all frightening about him, but he manages it perfectly.

But enough of that, this is about that short film I devoted a few paragraphs to up there.


 Already looks enticing, no? If not, let's start off with the synopsis:

"We want you to meet Alex.

You will like him.


He will talk to you about love and scuba diving, the possibility of faith and being the polar opposite of Daniel Craig. And, with an honesty that is funny, moving, painful and real, he’s also going to tell you about Lucy."
That's it.  It's simple.  On the surface, it's completely simple.  A man named Alex turns a camera on, doesn't introduce himself at all, just starts talking about his daughter, Lucy.  But about halfway through the film, things take a much more serious turn, and Alex starts unraveling, just a bit.  He starts talking about God, about how he questions a higher power, about this hole that goes through his stomach, and you start thinking "What? What in the world has happened to this man?".  Then, about 23 minutes in, we finally find out.  His cheerful, gentle mask comes off, and it is heart-wrenching.  I found myself sitting gob-smacked, and wondering "Is he going to make it through this? He doesn't look okay at all."

Hard to believe, but in 34 minutes, I think I connected better with Alex than I have with characters in many a 2-hour-long film. 

The focus of the film is obviously its truly beautiful Absurdist script.  It's told in a disjointed, rambling manner, and with just enough gaps in the narrative to keep you hanging onto every word delivered, every expression that flashes across a highly-expressive face.  Nor are we told the story from start to finish, in order.  Since there's only one character, we're privy to all of Alex's thoughts, and it really is more like Alex is firing off thoughts in his own head than having an actual conversation.  Disconnected thoughts-as-monologue is a hard thing to get right, especially when handling topics like these, and particularly when there is so much emotion needed.  

Of course, Andrew’s performance is so incredibly powerful, and that's what pulls it all together.  He’s just fascinating to watch, the way he unfolds his character.  Impressive doesn't even begin to describe the way he builds his story up for you… and then allows you to watch his life shatter.  I really cannot describe what watching that was like, because I don't know if I know enough synonyms for "poignant", "devastating", and "amazing" to cover it.  You'll have to wait about 25 minutes for the full effect, but when you get there... God, it's refreshing to see such a simple premise with so much emotional depth.  Anybody who knows me, knows that I live for angsty situations, and this delivered, 100%.  Let's also mention the fact that the camera is rolling for half-an-hour, without breaks.  He delivers the entire script, from start to finish, flawlessly (or, as flawlessly as someone who hasn't read the script can perceive it to be).  If that isn't devotion to a craft, I don't know what is.

I can't think of much more to say other than: honestly, if you can spare the $10, watch it.

In fact, I'm posting the link, for anyone who's even the slightest bit interested, right here. 

I really don’t think you'll be disappointed if you do.

Thursday, January 26

First day of exams, last day of Drama + 16 818 pages

Today was officially my last day of high school Drama ever.  I'm still not sure whether it's hit me yet, I keep thinking I'll go back after exams and still have shows to work on.  But now it's only Zombie Prom.  Speaking of which, the show's going to be fantastic.  We got the script about a week ago, and I think it may be the best we've done since Seussical.  The past two shows have been... iffy.  Not that I didn't enjoy working on them, but they definitely weren't as strong as Ahrens & Flaherty.

But I digress.  This year was probably the most fun I've ever had in Drama, and even though at times it was horrendously stressful, I will miss it.  After working with the same core group of people for so long, you do end up at least tolerating each other.  Yep, that's what it is, I tolerate them.  Absolutely kidding.  I love them.

So that's that, then.  Art exam on Monday (apparently, part of the exam has to do with us drawing something from a prompt or quote, which is... different, but I'm pretty curious!), and then Challenge & Change Tuesday.  I feel like I'm not going to be ready, but I'm sure I actually will be.  Hopefully.

And on a completely unrelated note, I decided to do something.

Because I feel the need to make myself do things, instead of just sitting around and thinking all the time, I’ve decided to make one of my resolutions for this year (4. Get caught up in a good book more often) into a challenge.  Essentially, I've picked out fifty books that I've either always wanted to read but haven't, or recently discovered because I spend an exhorbitant amount of time on the Indigo website (and I regret nothing!).  I haven’t figured out what my prize to myself is going to be if I can manage all this (A NEW COAT), but maybe I can get Mum involved in a competition-type thing, and we’ll sort something out.  I’ve no idea :P


So, here’s the complete list:

  1. The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: A Trilogy in Five Parts – Douglas Adams (832 pages)
  2. The Fault in Our Stars – John Green (318 pages)
  3. The House of Silk – Anthony Horowitz (304 pages)
  4. The Cat’s Table – Michael Ondaatje (288 pages)
  5. Good Omens – Terry Pratchett (416 pages)
  6. The Elegance of the Hedgehog – Muriel Barbery (325 pages)
  7. The Secret Life of Bees – Sue Monk Kidd (336 pages)
  8. My Dear Watson – Margaret Park Bridges (234 pages)
  9. Smoke and Mirrors – Neil Gaiman (368 pages)
  10. The Graveyard Book – Neil Gaiman (336 pages)
  11. Shine – Lauren Myracle (376 pags)
  12. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children – Ransom Riggs (352 pages)
  13. Before I Go to Sleep – S.J. Watson (368 pages)
  14. A Mad Desire to Dance – Elie Wiesel (288 pages)
  15. One Generation After – Elie Wiesel (224 pages)
  16. The Story of Mankind – Hendrik Willem Van Loon (552 pages)
  17. The Dead Witness – Michael Sims (608 pages)
  18. As Simple As Snow – Gregory Galloway (320 pages)
  19. The Final Solution: A Story of Detection – Michael Chabon (160 pages)
  20. Raffles: The Amateur Cracksman – E.W. Hornung (176 pages)
  21. The Beekeeper’s Apprentice – Laurie R. King (384 pages)
  22. Sarah’s Key – Tatiana de Rosnay (320 pages)
  23. The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster (272 pages)
  24. The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger (560 pages)
  25. Rules of Civility – Amor Towles (352 pages)
  26. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies – Jane Austen, Seth Grahame-Smith (320 pages)
  27. Maggie-Now – Betty Smith (368 pages)
  28. The Rag and Bone Shop – Robert Cormier (154 pages)
  29. Ideas of Heaven – Joan J.R. Silber (224 pages)
  30. The Name of the Star – Maureen Johnson (384 pages)
  31. Thirteen Reasons Why – Jay Asher (304 pages)
  32. Forty Ways to Look at Winston Churchill: A Brief Account of a Long Life – Gretchen Rubin (336 pages)
  33. The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky (224 pages)
  34. Down and Out in Paris and London – George Orwell (228 pages)
  35. The Universe in a Nutshell – Stephen Hawking (224 pages)
  36. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon (240 pages)
  37. Dust and Shadow – Lyndsay Faye (336 pages)
  38. The Sherlockian – Graham Moore (368 pages)
  39. A Single Man – Christopher Isherwood (186 pages)
  40. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy – John LeCarré (400 pages)
  41. Tree of Codes – Jonathan Safran Foer (285 pages)
  42. The Minds of Billy Milligan – Daniel Keyes (448 pages)
  43. The Little Shadows – Marina Endicott (544 pages)
  44. The Memory Palace: A Memoir – Mira Bartok (336 pages)
  45. The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde (256 pages)
  46. A Beautiful Mind: The Life of Mathematical Genius and Nobel Laureate John Nash – Sylvia Nasar (464 pages)
  47. Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking – Susan Cain (352 pages)
  48. My Week With Marilyn – Colin Clark (160 pages)
  49. Mother Tongue: English and How it Got that Way – Bill Bryson (272 pages)
  50. The Paris Wife – Paula McLain (336 pages)
Date Started: January the 26th, 2012


Pages completed: 0/16 818

I won't be keeping as documented a list on here as I will on tumblr, but whenever I update, I'll leave the number of pages I've read at the end of the post.  A lot less work than having to edit the list in two places, plus tumblr is easier to manage in regards to making changes.

I'm pretty excited to start, I'm actually almost finished one of the books already, and I suppose we'll see how this all pans out.

Saturday, December 31

Resolutions for the New Year!

  1. Get to the gym much more often - With my second semester schedule, I'll be able to maintain a much more consistent work-out schedule.  I may not have rugby this year (lame lame LAME), but I have put on a bit of weight that I'd like to take off again.
  2. Work my tail off up until graduation - I really have been slack these past few months, and it's throwing me off.  My grades may not have been affected, but it makes me feel a bit guilty.
  3. Stop worrying about things that are beyond my control - Yeah, right! With the number of situations I find myself in where I have quite a bit of power, it's hard to level myself and say: "No, this can't be fixed".  Because I always just end up countering with: "Yes, it can.  I can totally make this work."  Most of the time, I actually can, but when things don't work out, I need to stop beating myself up about it.
  4. Get caught up in a good book more often - It's been ages since I've completely devoured any sort of book.  I miss that sense of accomplishment after finishing a book in a few hours.
That's about all I can think of.  But four seems sufficient, and I think they're good.  Hopefully I can keep them all up! Can't wait to start the new year, though, so many things to look forward to.

Happy New Year to everybody, and have a great night!