The Help

Alright Abyss,

So again, another month gone by and my posting habits have failed to come into effect. Rather then makes excuses for my lack of commitment I will just fill you in on what has been happening.

As stated before in my last post I was filming a commercial that day, it was a bomb time and I had a lot of fun (how's that for short and sweet). I am hoping, considering that finally got paid for it today, that it will be airing soon. I have been auditioning a lot for things and have yet to pick something up. I leave to go back to my home town on Sunday to see my best friend perform in The Secret Garden, written by Paul Ledoux. Then I am teaching for two weeks before I leave for the BIG MO, on the 26th.

It is going to be an intense couple of weeks and I am pretty tight for money.

I have now discovered how to make kraft dinner with an iron.

I have an audition today for a new TV show that is similar to The Office only it is about teachers in a public school. It would be some awesome last minute work before I leave and get me some good coverage to boot. Here's hoping.

These next few weeks, as stated, will be mildly intense. In lieu of these trying times I vacationed to the woods last week and realizes that being one with nature for too long can drive you loopy. I was literally dying of solitude. Needless to say when I came back I felt much better about myself and had a decent tan.

Food for Thought: Spending 5 days in the woods without a whole lot of human contact can alter how you normally deal with life. This endeavor can also lead others to believe you are a serial killer.

Anyway that's about it for now. I went to see Crazy, Stupid, Love and it was brilliant. If you get the chance go see it, as well as go see the Help, which I am posting below.

EMMA STONE all the way :)

Night Abyss

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GYmhc8Xk8g

Wooden Feet

Hey,

The last few weeks have been insanely busy for me.

Hense the lack of creative writing.

To recap: I received a callback to The National Theatre School, which is the last portion of the auditions that they do before choosing the 12 students for their program. I have come to terms with myself that I will probably not be one of those 12. And if I am, I am going to cry like a pre teen girl at the sight of Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling yelling at each other in the rain.

Now to salvage my masculinity.

I am currently taking a break from my pieces to write this update. I have worked really hard on them and have had some awesome coaching sessions with some extremely talented and just all around great people. I am going to channel as much of their talent as I can. I am forever thankful to them for helping me the way they have.

Since the National Theatre School is in Montreal, I had to fly up for the audition. So I am here now and my audition is on Wednesday (Today is Monday).  I am staying with one of my friends up here so as not to cost me money in hotels. But his apartment is pretty much a hotel. It seriously looks like something out of an Ikea magazine. Living for free. Oh yeah.

Although I am compelled to pose on the different furniture of the apartment, as if I am in the magazine as well, I can't due to that there is a French dude here who is attempting to fix a modem that is not working.

SO here I am barely knowing any French, and left alone because my friend had to go to rehearsal, with the French technician who doesn't speak any English. So, we have found a successful way of communicating by grunting and motioning with our hands, similar to that of Neanderthals. It makes me think about how language came to be...

At times I almost felt like the Miracle worker where I am putting words into his mouth, luckily we haven't had to share any moments under a water pump.

I am stoked to be here and my nervousness is setting in. I am going to go back to work now.

Also, I start filming Blackbird next week and the tour has come to an end. Now I just have to find some work after the movie....

Night Abyss.