An Exciting Week

Hey all! Lovely to be back. I would have been back sooner, but I didn't really want to be, so I didn't. SO SUCK ON THOSE ACORNS, WORLD.

I had an exciting week last week so I thought it would be the perfect time to do a little updatey poo. I was going to write all about it Saturday afternoons but then I started freaking out and having anxiety attacks, so I decided to put it on hold.
More on that later.

So firstly and firstmostly, I was so generously invited to attend an audition for a show that's being put up at The Actor's Gang directed by some fancy European man who I'm sure is a big-wig amongst the right people. But I didn't know him, so he will be referred to as David the Directing Frog. Now, this was a very generous thing for the Actors Gang to do, let us come audition for this show, seeing as in how we are all just a bunch of lowly actors in our first 8-week class with them, but I wasn't complaining. So I show up to audition for uproariously laugh-riot Restoration Comedy, and I walk into the theatre, and sitting on stage to audit me are 1. One of my teachers from my class 2. David the Directing Frog and 3. Tim Robbins. Now, Tim Robbins is one of the founders of the Actors Gang, and he just so happened to have sat in on a few of our classes, so he wasn't the biggest surprise. But, he is a big deal. This is Mr. Shawshank. So he still evokes a bit of "oh fuck I've got to act my best so he might take notice and take me under his wing or maybe cast me in something hahaha OH GOD PLEASE LOVE ME FAMOUS MAN." So I saunter up there, introduce myself, and stand back to get into my scene. I'm assigned my scene, and we're about to start, when I ask, "Oh, and who will I be reading with so I know who to look at?" and Tim raises his hand and says, "Me." Honestly, I didn't have time to freak out, but I freaked out plenty after the audition. But when he said that my brain just went "AHHHHHHHHHHH" for a fraction of a second, but then was over. And of course he was just having a lot of fun with the accents, because he's been there all day reading this shit. But I think it went well, I didn't feel terrible afterwards, so it was a good time. And now I can tell people I've acted with Tim Robbins. So that's fun.

Later that week, I headed out to a bar to meet up with my friend Emma, who had just turned 21. We started out at this place The Belmont Cafe where she assured me her friend Alex was going to "hook us up". Which apparently meant just telling us what things were good and saying hi to everybody he knew. Which was a lot of people, but usually when someone tells me that I'm going to be "hooked up", I expect free shit. Don't tell me you're hooking me up if you're not getting me free shit. But it was cool, because I made him pay with the promise of cash back later and TOTALLY didn't end up paying him back. HaHA! Take that, random stranger! To be real, he seemed like a sleazy douche, so I didn't feel too bad doing it. So we ended up barhopping down the Sunset strip, but before we left the Belmont Alex introduced us to his friend, a plumper, middle-aged man by the name of Kevin and his very tan girlfriend whose name I forget. Now, ordinarily I wouldn't have remembered Kevin's name either, but when we left the Belmont Alex turns to us and goes, "You know who that was? That's Chris Farley's brother. Kevin Farley." Needless to say, I had another freakout. I'd idolized Chris Farley for much of my young adult life, and seeing as in how he's dead now, seeing his brother is about the closest I can get to meeting him. It was pretty fucking cool. So when he came with us to the next bar, I knew I had to talk to him more. Unfortunately he didn't seem too interested in talking to me. He did however succeed in making me very uncomfortable at one point. He got into a conversation (somehow) with Emma about racing.
Emma: "I could beat you in a foot race."
K. Farley: "Yeah, probably. But I bet I could drink you under the table."
*beat*
K. Farley: (to me) "Because I'm an alcoholic."
*long, smile-covering-sadness smile right at me*
Jayme: "Hehehehehe...yeaaah. You are."

Needless to say, mega awkward. I still don't know whether he was kidding or not. He WAS drunk though, so I think that's a good case for "not". Looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the dead brother apple. =(

WARNING: THERE ARE NO CELEBRITIES OR CELEBRITY BROTHERS IN THIS STORY.
WARNING: IT ALSO MIGHT NOT BE SO MUCH A STORY AS A COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS.
So I'm in this little one-act show at this local community theatre. It's called The Great and All Wet Water Balloon Battle. It's actually a ton of fun. All my co-actors are good actors too! It's been a good time. I play a rag-tag, war-crazy, hyper-aggressive little 12 year old who gets a lot of Braveheart-esque pre-war speeches. We actually go offstage and re-enter drenched in water too, and there's a lot of really good double-entendres with the word "wet" being used so often in the show, so I consider it a raging success! It opens this weekend and if you're reading this and you live in the United States, you should probably come see it. We can go drinking afterwards! It'll be great! We can pretend I'm getting paid to do it and that I'm a real working actor!

And finally, I'm going to Japan in mid-August to visit my cousins/visit Japan, so I'm crazy stoked for that! Granted, it's delaying my taking improv classes anywhere, but it's still going to be a one-in-a-lifetime thing, so it's going to rule. Plus I love traveling. And it'll be just me, my siblings, and my cousins. And at night, me Jordan and Roby are going to be hitting the clubs, so watch out all you Japanese nerdy dance robots, cause we're going to be dancing all up ons. If anyone's got any sweet suggestions for places or things to visit in Japan (KJ), please let me know. Also, teach me Japanese. Arigato.

Upcoming goals for the future: Write more, act more, take improv classes as soon as I get back from Japan, get a serving job so I can financially support all these things.

Once I get to a point where I'm self-reliant and have a savings account with at least some emergency dough in it, and I'm going out to auditions and taking comedy classes, I'll be living the dream and feeling easy, breezy, beautiful.
Covergirl.

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyyy. Going to sleep.
OH GOD I WAS SO CAUGHT UP IN THE CELEBRITIES AND THE JAPAN THAT I FORGOT THE BEST PART OF THE LAST WEEK. My new (old?) gfffl Emma and I are a thing!
Post about that coming up next! Too fucking late now.

THE TIME HAS COME THE WALRUS SAID.
TO GO TO FUCKING SLEEP.
Good night, moon!