Previous 20
Justin Henine-Hardenne  |  by theatertink.livejournal.com. All rights reserved. 4.01 | 11:21

ha. what is a show crush, anyway?

i am thinking so many things.



but it's good to act again.

however! i cannot focus in the heat.

my apartment, with air conditioner on it's highest setting at ALL times (fuck flex your power, i can't), my apt still reaches 88 degrees indoors. fuck. and i can't work at all.

jordan came over a couple hours early today to run lines, and we literally ended up in the lingerie department at macy's in the 'husbands can sit and wait' chairs, because that was the most air conditioned place i could think of.

LAME.



so tonight, "someone" came over who i have on 'alert' on my buddy list.

he sits down, and starts inspecting things on my computer screen, and then clicks on said buddy list and starts scrolling. this makes me uncomfortable, so i turn off my monitor..

. but later on in the evening i was off my guard and he scrolls again, THIS TIME reaching the section of the beginning letter of his screenname. not that he said anything, but he made a joke about a different screenname in that area.

..

not until now (with this one) have i done the girl overanalyzing stupid shit thing.

i swear. i mean, a little in my head, but not for real. and why should this freak me out, anyway?

it shouldn't need to be a secret that i'm alerted when he signs on (which is never)...

but i can't stop wondering if he was INDEED looking for that or not...

and if he was, what does that mean, and if he wasn't, why did he care to snoop around on my computer in front of me...



this is stupid.

where's the line? there's no line.

.. it's more like a fuzzy blur.



you know what's a funny thing? trust. trust is funny.

like, why, with some people, does it take schloads of time to develop, and yet with others it's immediate? like, just because i get a good vibe from someone, how come it's ok then to let them into myself? (i don't mean that in a dirty or weird way.

just...

you know, prospects of emotional intimacy). should i be more guarded or should i just trust MYSELF to know when it's ok?

a lot, i think, in the world of acting (especially theater), is like TOO much TOO fast.

i mean, not necessarily in a bad way...

but maybe...



yeah. i should probably just go with it.

i know, reading this over.

.. WAY TO ANGSTY TO POST.

not to mention cryptic. oops :)

just trying to find the line.

so project nudity-in-public might have to be revived.

.. the vote is still out on what i'll be wearing in the previously complained about bedroom scene, but whatever it is, i have to be comfortable in it.



this mission started last year, when coco and i were told we'd have to change clothes onstage and we had custum...

uh...

undergarments designed for us (they were bikinis...

but carefully selected...

?). so i started wearing less and less in public.

tech week we learned that it would take too long (duh) to change onstage, and the bit was nixed. but damn, i was in good shape that month.

the getting in good shape thing is part of my life again.

.. and it's (so far) effective.



but i think i need project naked back in my life. anyone want to join me at le beach this week in a teeny weeny bikini and six jars of sunscreen? or, you can wear a turtleneck, i don't care, as long as you're supportive of MY teeny bikini.





so i think i flirted with david hasselhoff at the coffee bean the other day. it might not have been him. but it probably was.

i didn't realize it til after...

and either way, it's a better story if i say it was him. so dude..

. i flirted with david hasselhoff at the coffee bean the other day. it made my week.

ICH LIEBE DER HASSELHOFF...

dave, you went to high school with jordan delp?!

we discovered that tonight.

laughs all around :)



dude. love type scenes are HARD. i need to drop my inhibitions.

they make me horrible and awkward. and yet..

. i'm horrible and awkward at love type scenes in real life, too..

. so why should it be any easier on stage? NO THAT'S CRAP.

IT SHOULD BE EASIER.




whoa..

. parker posey and jimmy fallon in a totally bizarre pepsi commercial? i might have to start drinkin pepsi.

by popular demand, here is our cast list:

evelyn: me
adam: jordan delp
phillip: blake hogue
jenny: tawny mertes

director: jacob harvey
producer: me and my father
show monkey: cezie :)

we are beautiful.
THE SHAPE OF THINGS is fully cast.

we're still looking for a free-ish rehearsal space that is NOT in glendale or somewhere equally bad.

we're coming from studio city and the west side...

any suggestions?

starting to get thrilled!

thank you, to those of you who auditioned.

auditions were a HUGE success, we had around 150 people try out. callbacks were really difficult, we had a lot of serious talent. and now we've got a cast that's going to rock los angeles!



let this serve as the first time i beg you to come see it.
opens august 10 at the complex.

things are most certainly rolling.



theater booked, royalties secured (i think), ads placed, round one of promotional postcards designed and ordered.

so if you want in, and you KNOW you do, come audition.

saturday, june 24, 12-4
THE COMPLEX
6472 santa monica blvd, hollywood
(upstairs in the villa studio)

do a contemporary monologue, callbacks to be held the following day.

i think i gave some people the option to just come to callbacks since i was familiar with their work, but i decided i'd still want you to come to the audition if you don't know jacob (director).

and LM: if you're serious, then seriously call me.

haven't been on in awhile, and i log in only to read all of your 'school is ending and i'm bittersweet' entries.

.. it makes me sad.

and lonely, actually, because i remember that (last year) as being one of the strongest senses of cameraderie out of the entire four years. isn't it funny, that the last week was the closest? i can't believe it's been a year.

well, no, it's not really that...

it's that i can't believe that, after a whole year, i still feel like exactly the same person, i have the same (for the most part) unaccomplished goals, and i feel like if i ran into anyone i was SO close to a year ago, it would feel the same. the reality is that it would probably be awkward and horrible, with the exception of a select few. c'est la vie, i guess.




but here's something that i'm currently ranking at about a 5 on the 10-point excitement scale, with an expectation of consistent growth:

ANNOUNCEMENT:

this just in...

it's almost fully finalized.
i will be doing a production of 'the shape of things'.
the rights are all but secured, the theater is all but booked (both will happen tomorrow).


audition notices are all but posted.

we will be auditioning (i think) the 24/25 (next weekend), and the show will be the last 3 weeks of august, at a space in hollywood.

i will be playing evelyn, as it's a role i've been lusting after for awhile.

jacob harvey will be directing, because he and david bridel are the best directors i know and trust, and i don't think i could afford david. this is essentially a vanity project for me, but it'll be a great opportunity for the rest of the cast as well (especially the adam)--the intention is to invite 'industry'.

so please, if you're interested, keep your eye out for the notice--it will most likely be appearing in backstage west next week and on lacasting, and if i remember, on myspace and here.

i would love all of you (those of you who are actors) to audition. no worries about feeling excluded or ego sparring, which i know is inevitable when friends put on a show or start a company or whatnot. i'm just opening up a chance to act, or to act with me.



by this time tomorrow, my excitement level will probably be a lot higher than 5, since things will be more solidified!

i'm babysitting for a family i'm not used to. the issue was that the dad had to have some sort of surgery, which was scheduled at 7, and he was to be done (as in IN THE CAR on the way home) by 9.

mom calls me at 10:30 to let me know they just sent him in for surgery. one of our favorite doctor shows should do an episode about lateness..

. because they don't, i was NOT PREPARED FOR A THREE AND A HALF HOUR DELAY. but, fortunately for YOU ALL, i figured out how to turn on their computer!

!

now, if only the baby will stop waking up all the time..

.

ok, so how cool is this? i definitely saw angelyne yesterday.

i know i've name dropped a lot on this lj (even though i desperately consider myself the non-name dropping type-for whatever it's worth)...

but come ON. ANGE-FREAKIN-LYNE. i've grown up with her billboards and the stories of her driving around, and now i'm one of those stories.



to be fair...

i only saw big blonde hair, so i couldn't tell you if it was worth it for her to switch to cartoon billboards. but it was definitely a pink 'vette, with vanity plates that definitely read, 'ANGELYNE', and some serious big blonde hair (i was looking from the back right of her car).

but the real question is: what were angelyne and her car doing idling on the corner of van nuys and moorpark?



i now feel like i've truly lived.

in other news, i think i need a day job..

. i'm totally open for suggestions, especially if they don't include tables, merchandise, or desks. i know that's limiting.

.. but a small price to pay for not killing myself, i think.

ha, tonight was my night for reruns.

that very special-to-me episode of sex and the city about the silver shoes..

. the first time i saw it, i literally ran to the nearest steve madden for silver shoes (if only i could afford manolos).
then it was the episode of friends that ian meltzer is in.

i remember when he shot it. dang, that was a long time ago..

. he was probably 8 in it and now he's in high school.

i saw a delorian yesterday.

it was parked at whole foods. it was silver. i was excited.



didn't they recall those? or did they just stop making them after practically none? whatever.

it was way cool.

so at our mother's day thing yesterday, everybody (as with every family get together) was giving me career advice. so when my grandma says, 'you should do commercials', i usually say, 'yeah, i'm trying'.



but yesterday, the FOURTH time she told me that, this is how it went down:

GRANDMA: you should really do commercials!

ME: ok!

and everybody laughed.

because finally they realized the absurdity of giving me advice like that.

so that's it guys, the way to stop that kind of inane advice is to just say 'ok'. it was AMAZING.

i've been noticing lately that i don't like telling people what i do. i mean, i don't mind telling them that i'm an actor, but i get uncomfortable talking about what i do for day to day money type stuff.

and i was wondering why.

.. this is what i came up with:
talking about it REALLY brings to my attention that it's NOT that impressive.

and then i feel bad. and not so much that it's not impressive to other people, which it's not, obviously, but it's unimpressive to me. like i've let myself down.




my car was broken into AGAIN in my gated parking lot. i'm just sort of feeling insecure about everything. not to mention a little furious that the manager's going to spin it so it sounds like it's MY fault that i happen to have a car that's easy to break into (it's a 1979 car), that it's my fault my clicker is gone (as the most valuable thing in the car, besides the car itself, since i don't keep shit in there because it's so easy to break into).

.. i've been avoiding calling him because i'm trying to come up with the most a)victim-y or b)angry (in a taking-legal-action way) version of the story.

and while i dilly-dally, someone has an anytime entry into our building, opening the residents up to any number of dangerous things. although i think it might be someone IN the building who did it, since the robbery was identical to the previous time (about 6 months ago).

i'm frustrated.

and i feel unsafe.

the end.

callbacks are fun.



i totally get off on that nervous hallway audition energy. LOVE IT.

so tired.

so wow. reading a play with a part in mind is SUCH a different experience than reading it to read it.

i don't know how i never realized that before.

.. probably because i was always either doing one or the other, never one after the other.

but seriously, re-reading hamlet with ophelia in mind (which i had never before considered as an option for me) made it a totally different play. i guess i'd always tried to identify with hamlet, since he's the main dude and since i played him in high school. this is amazing though--it seriously was like a brand new play.



and that's awesome.

i talked to the director of comedy of errors yesterday, and he told me that he's calling me back for adriana, luciana, and the courtesan--which is fantastic. i had had one of those you-hear-about-it-but-think-it's-urban-legend experiences where i did my monologue (which was a cymbelline-imogen really short REALLY one minute like they asked languagey piece), and they enthusiastically asked if i had anything else:

"yeah, i've got TONS of stuff"
"like what?

"
"well, my favorite right now is a little adriana, but i didn't want to risk bringing that in here"
"no, NO, that's GREAT, let's hear that one!"

and of course, they cut me off before my favorite part of the monologue (it's on the longish side)..

. but they were grinning. not that i'm overanalyzing, just basking.



anyway, i'm glad i still got called back for that part even after i showed them a little of it.

and i'm excited and scared about ophelia.

director of c.

o.e: yeah, i know he's planning to call you back for ophelia, and possibly some other parts as well.

my head: there are no other parts.

..




and ps: all but one of you fail as friends.

i know my enormous ego may seem offputting...

but a) it's a mask and b) i actually wanted feedback.

whatev. :)

so the real question is this, in a baroque syllogism (is that the word?

):

when i go to auditions, i always get a callback.
when i go to auditions, i always wear audition makeup, which i've carefully mastered over the years so it's glamorous enough but doesn't look like i'm trying to hard.
if i wore my audition makeup every day, would i have more success in my life?



ha, jerad, who has only seen me act twice--once in 7th grade before i was anything and once in the serial killers play which, honestly, ruined lives...

so has never seen me act...

saw me last night in my audition makeup and literally told me i should wear it all the time because it's amazing. while still, of course, being subtle. i mean, he meant it in a good way, although written down it makes him sound like a bastard.



which leads me to my syllogism.

OR should i become a makeup artist? ha, THAT'd be a good way to get my fwickin vouchers.



ok, and here's another question, and this one's actually serious and i would love real feedback. i've been called back for hamlet and comedy of errors, which are in rep. now, i know i'm the right type to play any of the women in comedy of errors, so that comes as no great shock.

be he specifically told me i've also been called back for hamlet. which is AWESOME, because what actor DOESN'T want to be a part of hamlet?!

but i've been trying to think, and the only female parts in it are ophelia, gertrude, and the players, right? i mean, there aren't really any girl servants or anything..

. and i'm definitely too young to play gertrude, which is what my type is, i think. so my question is, would any of you believe me as ophelia?

i've just never even considered it as a role i could do, mostly because i've never thought a casting director would think so. then again, i'm coming from schools where i've only played old ladies, so that might be tainting my viewpoint. my audition monologues were really language-y, and i can't remember if the players are really language-y, but i don't think ophelia is.

i'll reread it today, but seriously, tell me what you guys think.

sometimes i plan my day around daytime tv, and try to fit in gym time between starting over and tyra.

sometimes i go to sav-on for some bottled waters and leave with bottled waters, a tooth whitening system, two candles, about 15 one time use heavily discounted face masks, and a 'complete waxing system'.

the kicker? i will NEVER use the wax.

sometimes i go to 'it's a wrap' in burbank and force my dad to buy me a gnarly dress from 'that 70's show' and some KILLER steve madden 4 1/2 inch black rhinestoney stilettos from a show i couldn't figure out the code to.

cost? a LOT. oh, but i bought the white fishnet gloves myself.

cost? $3.

sometimes i avoid people because it's easy, even if i know i'll run into them again someday or i know they're only in this country for another few days.



sometimes always i can't say no. i definitely just agreed to babysit for a woman i KNOW is a GIANT pain in the ass, who will underpay me, and who's oldest son i CAN'T STAND. i love her baby, but i haven't seen him in months, so he could very well be a monster as well.

she's french, and the baby probably only speaks french or something...

but daddy is in charge of the james bridges theater, so if i ever want to go, i can. (is this a real offer? i don't remember them charging anyway.

..)

sometimes i put off working on my monologue for a really important audition and still think it's in the bag, because that's sort of how it was at school.

this is SERIOUSLY bad.

i miss you, lj.

despite the serious ass-raping that was tonight's basketball game.

.. i'm still love ucla and collin cooney.



somehow those thoughts are related.

ok, i'm a little drunk.

so after a glorious night of thelma and louise (which i had never seen and am now THOROUGHLY glad i did) and boy bashing with the lovely ms.

rood, i tried to go to jerad's (he lives near her). he wasn't picking up his phone, but i did a drive-by anyway since he was so close. he WAS home.

so i started calling maniacally, thinking he was in his studio with the music blasting. i call and i call, and i wait for him to notice the phone's ringing.

lo and behold, his mother's voice picks up after like 15 tries, and she says my name and then my reception cuts out.

so she must think i hung up on her.

so she must think i'm a fucking psychopath. which i guess is ok, since i pretty much think she's a fucking psychopath.

..

let this be a lesson, folks: if any of you are considering dating someone who lives with their parents, DON'T DO IT.

i don't care how fucking good their reasons are (jerad's are fantastic: he has over $100,000 in loans to deal with and he doesn't have to rent a studio [if he lived on his own, he'd have to also rent a separate studio]). but it don't matter, folks. i mean, technically, he and i are not 'boyfriend and girlfriend' right now, and we've never been happier.

.. and i should have a key to his apt by now.

fuck, he makes a TON of money, i should have a key to his fwickin CONDO or HOUSE IN THE FUCKING HILLS.

so i ended up unanounced at my parents' house. that, my friends, is loneliness.





ps. one of my primo favorite girls told me it's ok to just not return the phone calls of the 30yrold i went on two dates with, as i've decided i don't want to continue dating him. but i feel like i should call him (it's been about a week) and tell him something, like i'm working things out with my ex, or something.

any thoughts?

so i bought this pedometer. i think i read somewhere that 10,000 steps meant something really cool healthwise.

a mile (i think that's not right, though), or a buncha calories burned or something.

so after a day of kidrock concert going, i didn't have all that many steps logged. i decide to take a walk to the nearby ralph's.

.. and i didn't have a reason to go, so i decided to buy hangers (last time i cleaned my apartment, i noticed a lack of hangers (ha, i REALLY don't clean very often!

).

alas, i couldn't find hangers at ralph's. BUT i was already there.

and suddenly i got really paranoid about the employees thinking i had come for a late night munchie run (why the heck do i care? but still). so i proceeded to fill up my basket with a bunch of weird vegetables that i would normally NEVER buy.

sweet potatoes, butternut squash, a fwickin artichoke? i don't even know how to COOK AN ARTICHOKE. and yet now i have an artichoke.

i do know that the spanish word for artichoke is 'alcachofa', because i did a report in my spanish 4 class in high school a hundred years ago about a poem about an artichoke...

or alcachofa...

but that really still doesn't explain why i bought one tonight.

all that and i'm only at 6860 steps. oh, that's 2.

7 miles (when i switched the magic thing to 'mile' mode).



ps. so jacob had some free movie passes and we guiltily saw 'she's the man'.

.. i hoped it would be as good as 'ten things i hate about you'.

.. and really, i enjoyed it a LOT.

guiltily. i mean, come ON! two SEPARATE TIMES in the movie, someone has a tampon up their nose.

COMIC GOLD!

Read more on by theatertink.livejournal.com. All rights reserved.
Keywords: An Artichoke, Should Do
Related news
Post comments
Name
Place
4 + 2 =
Comments