New Obsession Day!

New obsession: blogging. As a concept, as an activity, as a way of life.

Haha. Sometimes I crack myself up.

Point of the story: this is really for my benefit anyway, so that a year from now I can go back and read what on earth was happening while I was here. But it's also sort of a life update. Sort of.

Plus also: I'm a sell-out. I got a Twitter. And I'm pretty sure it will be taking over my life. I love that I can update from my phone. Yikes. I might suddenly become obsessed with what Ellen Degeneres is doing today, or what Jason Segal is thinking. I may or may not have a problem.

Anyway, busy weekend. Sort of. It was a lot of busy surrounded by a lot of sitting around and doing literally nothing.

As I said, Friday was another Hair day. Saturday morning was a combination of my final audition seminar and my first real audition! Hooray!

Amanda and I went to Chelsea Studios early Saturday morning to sign up for an audition time, making sure that we would be late enough for us to get to Seminar and back. So we talked to the audition monitor, signed our names up as numbers 46 and 47 and trotted up to our seminar.

The seminar was fine. I was allowed to keep the monologue that I originally chose for myself, rather than being assigned a different one (which I might have preferred, actually, because I am always looking for new monologues to work on - my goal for the end of senior year is to be able to perform twenty because of this article: http://www.monologueaudition.com/ma_why-20.htm).

I don't feel like I learned a ton of things from this seminar. I think it mostly just confirmed everything that I already thought about auditions. But it was nice to have that at least. Kathy (the woman running the seminar) went over my resume and told me what to change, and told me that I was too still during my monologue, and needed to allow for organic movement. She's probably right; I am always wary of moving for the sake of moving, and I think I end up erring on the other side, where I look like a talking 2 x 4.

After Amanda and I did our monologues for class, we immediately peaced out and ran back to Chelsea Studios to...wait for hours on end. Seriously. When people tell you that an open call involves waiting around all day, THEY ARE NOT KIDDING. I could have used that time to write my NYAP journal, jog around the block, memorize a whole new monologue, write a novel and fix the economy. Seriously. WE WAITED FOREVER.

All for this:
Kelly: Hello, ny name is Kelly Rose Voigt and I will be doing a monologue from All I Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. [hands over headshot/resume]
Auditor: Whenever you're ready.
Kelly: [insert monologue here] Thank you.
Auditor: Yes, thank you.

Haha, at the end was a distinct tone of Don't call us, we'll call you. Just as I expected. I'm not too broken up about it. Actually, being cast would have been horribly inconvenient, because I would have had to take a semester off school and find someplace else to live in New York and it would have been a lot of work.

But SUPER awesome at the same time.

And that was my first audition experience. Hooray! I've got one rejection down; hopefully not too many more to go.

The rest of the day was lame. I was on-call again, because Sally's family is here, so I'll be off for the next two weeks, so I can spend T-giving with the fam. Hooray! I'm already getting SUPER EXCITED for them to arrive. I've never been away from home for this long, and it's starting to drive me a little crazy. I miss my bed, I miss my dog, I miss my desk and piano and DVR and family room couch and access to salsa and velveeta dip and car and shower with actual water pressure and mom and dad and sister and stuffed animals and space to store all the crap I own and all my books and having someone else do the grocery shopping and multi-colored walls and also a million other things.

But it's a weird homesick: one that doesn't want to go home at all, but also wants to go home just to be there for five minutes. But I don't want to move away from Manhattan ever. Kind of an inner conflict with myself.

Another new obsession = Upright Citizen's Brigade. I've been wanting to go for a long time, but I've been busy for many Sundays in a row. Today I finally managed to make it and TOTALLY LOVED IT. Chevy Chase was there, as well as a few other New York stand-up artists and it was HILARIOUS.

Plus also, at the very end, they gave away a couple of pairs of tickets to a movie screening that two of the performers are in. To determine who got them, they asked if anyone in the audience was on a first date and wanted to have a second one. My friend Ed, sitting next to me, immediately grabbed my hand and raised our hands in the air. So we got tickets! Hooray! Plus also now we're in love, haha. (This is a joke.)

Tomorrow in class, Jessica and I will be doing our scene. We rehearsed today as well, and I think we're going to be great. Because performing in Irma's class without practicing and adding sense-memory is like trying to put together an IKEA bookshelf with just the instructions. Written in the original Swedish. You have a vague idea what on earth is going on, but you're basically left with a few pieces feebly hammered together and no explanation for what is supposed to happen next. Bad news bears. (See description of her class a few weeks back.)

But we should be fabulous. Also up this week: a trip to see the taping of Inside the Actor's Studio, a taping of The Tyra Banks Show, Michael's show at NYU, "second date" with Edward and the midnight showing of the Twilight movie where I will probably spend most of the time either a) confused about the plot - or lack thereof or b) laughing at the terrifically bad acting or even c) laughing at the crazy thirteen-year-olds screaming at that one guy who looks like a lizard and a hobo had a child with crazy cheekbones. Should be a marvelous time.
Love always, Kelly

PS: I know this is kind of unnecessary, but I like blogging. So I will, even if I don't really have anything to say. So there.