8-05: Broke, Don't Do Shit

Hey errybody, I'm writing this post now.

This has been a very weird weekend for me.
I have been, by night mainly, doing the remount of this one-act show that I did a couple weekends ago. It's part of this festival at this local NoHo (North Ho-ville) theatre called Eclectic Theatre. They're all really cool peoples. I found the job through my regular audition source, and it was a lot of fun. Anyway, in the festival, there are 3 one-acts every weekend and the audience votes for which one is their favorite. That "favorite" moves onto the final round, which was this weekend. Now, if you're a fan of deductive reasoning, but now you will hopefully have figured out that the show I was in won our weekend, and so it got to go back up again. Which was awesome. I got to play a hyper-aggressive 8-12 (let's say 9) year old boy who's participating in a water balloon fight. It was a good time, especially because we had the gimmick of running offstage, getting soaked, and then coming back on. That's always fun.

So I was mostly just doing my show every night, and then this Sunday matinee, this weekend. But I worked a little as well. But in between was just kind of an awkward, sleepy, funky, haze. I'm going through another one of those phases where I don't really know what to do with my free time, only this time it's because I don't really feel like doing anything. I think I may have slid into another minor little funkeroo, just for this weekend (hopefully), because I'm...well, incredibly broke right now.
Had to get my roommate to really help me out with the rent this month (thanks again, Ali!) and something about not having the means to buy things when I need them really makes me feel all self-conscious and weird.
I think I get this way when I either:
A. Don't have money
B. Don't have a place to live
C. Don't have transportation

And now that I look at it all listed out like that, it would appear that I enjoy being an independent, adult person, and freak out whenever one of my "necessities" are thrown into jeopardy. Especially when I'm relying heavily on someone to supply me with either: housing, transportion, food, etc. I just feel like I'm putting upon them so much that I feel like a dirty hobo. Which I mean, don't get me wrong, I am. But I don't like to flaunt it like those other hobos.

As I'm sure my mom will most likely say upon reading this, "You'd be not go into a downwards spiral every time you don't have that much money or you're going to be depressed a LOT in your acting career". Which isn't without truth.

Now I can't get a new job until I get back from my family trip to Japan because nowhere will they hire me when I tell them, "Oh by the way, I'm going out of town for a week next week, so training is going to have to um, you know, wait." So that kind of blows, because I could really use a new job asap. I like Pinkberry now. I know many of you may say, "But JAYME, you're Facebook info says that you're 'slowly dying on the inside' at Pinkberry?!? EXPLAIN YOURSELF." I hear you, Screamy Joe.
I like my co-workers a lot more and even certain customers are rays of sunshine in my dreary, perfect life. But I just need more money. We hired two new people and the hours are like...ZLOOP. So you know what that means.
...Right?
Time for a new, better paying job!
Come on, keep up!

I'm feeling very restless and transitory right now, kind of like a bear whose gone into hibernation to wait out the winter, where the winter is this weird two week period where I can't make any advances in my career. I don't know if you noticed, but I don't like being stagnant. Dead in the water, and such. Maybe a bear isn't the right metaphor. Maybe the metaphor I'm looking for is actually a...metapod?
That's right, taking it back to the URL, baby!
For those of you who don't know, a metapod is a cocoon Pokemon who is a bad-ass cocoon. He lies dormant until he evolves into the Butterfree (which by the way, should totally be the name of the new blog I start once I become a mega movie star, because how awesome would that be). So maybe I'm just really channeling the metapod right now, awaiting my metamorphosis.

On an unrelated note, I'm reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, right now.
It's terrifying! His scariest yet!
So maybe his words will inspire me to put out more words into the universe.
Only thyme will tell.
...
It's a very potent spice.