Chewing Gum & Graphite.

Had my one real final today. And now I’m halfway done with college. Bizarre, bizarre, bizarre.

• Madras House ended
• And we had our cast party (which was a lot of fun, but kind of disappointing in the end)
• I’m realizing how much I’m going to miss everyone; the cast was remarkably wonderful
• Apartment hopes and worries
• Not a lot of sleep
• Cupcakes
• Last night, I wrote an 11 page manifesto about what kind of theatre I want to make (which felt extremely pretentious but led me to some really interesting ideas)
• Tony Kushner was in one of my classes today
• Ready for it to be summer

This time last year: run crew for Tisch mainstage.

This year: in Tisch mainstage.

Pretty cool. 

I have bruises on my right arm from too many vigorous Roman handshakes, on Wednesday I have a midterm in swing dancing, and Alan Tudyk talked to my Physical Acting class today because he and my teacher are friends who went to Juilliard together.

1. The Displacement Project was almost more than I could handle. Amazing, amazing, amazing. I kind of wish it wasn’t over.

2. But, that does mean that I can be at Julius Caesar rehearsals everyday now, which is great. We choreographed all of the death scenes today and they’re all brutal and fantastic and I’m so stoked about mine.

3. Today in Physical Acting, I stood on Carlton’s shoulders and we played a game called “Ghost Potato.”

4. I convinced my dad to grow a beard for the first time in his life but he shaved it off before I could see it in person (which was the whole idea to begin with!). So, obviously, he is going to have to grow another one.

5. My obsession with Sherlock is completely out of hand and not even okay anymore.

Subject Line: Tennis Balls

Hey everyone,

Forgive the egregious late notice on this one. For the top of class tomorrow if you could please bring three tennis balls each, it would be great!

Thanks so much,
Orlando

Today was the first time in six days that I didn’t have rehearsal so naturally, I slept until 1:00, didn’t get out of my pajamas, and watched a lot of television.

Now I’m sitting on my bed going over a Dysart monologue from Equus and learning “Toucha Toucha Touch Me” from Rocky Horror.

For The Displacement Project, we had to write one stream-of-consciousness page on what it feels like to worry. Here’s mine. It’s to be read very, very quickly.

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My finals are done, Amanda is coming to stay for the next three days, I am slowly increasing my number of velvet clothing items, when I go to Arizona with Alexis we’re going to Disneyland (and Kathryn is probably going to come too!), I ate a bunch of ice cream tonight, I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow, I love my friends more than I can deal with sometimes, I am getting emotional about everyone who is leaving to study abroad, The Hobbit trailer gave me legitimate chills, it’s strange that the semester is over but I am so excited for the next one.

I GOT A PART IN A PLAY, GUYS. A PLAY WITH ONLY THREE CHARACTERS. AND I GOT A PART. I AM SO STOKED.

The other night I found myself thinking: If that terrorism threat turns out to be real, if there really is a van full of explosives heading for New York and we are all blown to bits of meat and shards of bone that coat the asphalt and mingle with the dirt, these are the people I would want to die with, these people who I have only known for a year. I am absolutely terrified of dying, but if it were to happen today or tomorrow or some day soon, I hope we could be as we were last night: eating bread and cheese as the clock crept towards midnight, making jokes and easy conversation as we sat around the circular table in room 609. Suspended in too much joy and love to worry, if only for a little while.