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Name: Cally
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Birthday: 12/23/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: My Jesus: my only Reason and my song, Theater, traveling, French, writing, discovering a different side of me everyday, shrimp... I'm defintely interested in shrimp... AND GUMMI WORMS!!! They're awesome...
Expertise: I'm finally convinced that I'm an expert at nothing.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  bestactresscally
Member Since:
7/7/2003
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| Alas, it is time. I believe it is time to release Xanga from my hands. Whew! It's been 5 years or so. So much has happened! I love this place, but unfortunately, I never blog anymore, and when I do, it's usually a task to go on Xanga. It's always on Myspace nowadays. So, thank you Xanga world for your ear. Here's how to reach me if you need me: e-mail: rev.soldier@gmail.com myspace: myspace.com/rev_soldier (or just look up my name, Callina) Take care Xanga people. I'll miss you! Callina | | |
| It's so pathetic to be fooled by a 2 1/2 year old. I have been watching my little sister this past week and it's really tested me and left me utterly amazed at children. She's so bright and smart and witty. She told me how to find her DVD on the computer. She double clicked icons and everything. So crazy. I'm also holding full blown conversations with her. AMAZING! She even locked me out of the house. Yes, fooled. She knows how to unlock and lock the front door now. I went outside to grab something. She opened the door and then promptly shut it and locked it as I walked out. Nice. Fortunately, I had another way in, but I was still pretty embarrassed. In order to re-enter the house, she made me ring the doorbell and knock on the door. A 2 year old. Stooping a 23 year old to her level. Amazing.
This past week has been pretty hectic. I was preparing myself for the Co-ops. The co-ops are a yearly audition process where all of the theaters (except the Alley) come to watch 2 days worth of auditions. I, being an actor, signed up. Auditions are usually pretty nerve wracking, but this was doubly for me. As I was praying about my monologues, God said that I need to have fun with it and only do it with the intention of showing them that I was available for work, not to impress them, shmooze or try to get work. In other words, if I could have walked in there and just said, "Hi, I'm available for work." and leave, I would have. The point God was making was that I need to treat this not as a job interview, but trusting and knowing that God is the one that gives me jobs, not people. That is a hard lesson to learn my friends, but God helped me pursue it the entire time. He wouldn't let me send out e-mails to my friends to ask for major prayer. He wouldn't let me ask people if I thought the monolouges were good enough to get hired. He made me practice for only 1 hour each day. That's nothing! I'd usually put in 2-3 hours a day for 2 weeks!! But He has been faithful, constantly proding me to rely on Him alone. I just did the audition 4 hours ago. It wasn't mind blowing, imperfect indeed, but I look at it this way. Last year, I worked SO hard on my monolouges. When I did the audition, it was great! But look at the work I got from it. An improv group, which I love, but only one job. So, I am trusting God that because I did it His way, using my craft as worship and praise to Him, I'll get far more than I ever could have did on my own. In other news, I have lost 17.6 lbs as of today, getting me to 125lbs!! That's pretty awesome. I'm telling you, WEIGHT WATCHERS. I also may have a job with them. More on all of this as it comes. | | |
| I shouldn't be on here. I plan on taking some Robitessin (spelling please?!) and sleep soundly tonight.
BTW: I don't have a voice, so typing will be my main source of communication henceforth.
Ok, not really. But I really don't have a voice.
I don't feel pretty.
No,
I don't feel: attractive, sexy, desirable (not that anyone should be
desiring me besides my husband, but even on a friend level), fun,
exciting or anything worth loving beside the fact I'm God's creation.
It goes to show you that even after losing weight, your attractiveness
is not in your looks. But my looks seem to be going down too. I'm
flabby and my hair is a hot tranny mess. That's what I get for being in
a monkey mask 4 days a week.
You just stop caring.
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| I know, I know. I've not been here lately. It's been tough. I don't
have anything to write, and when I do, I don't have the stamina to
write. Sorry. I'm trying to be better at that. So, this is what's been
going on:
1) I'm still doing 'The Jungle Books' @ Interactive. I am sooooo tired
and I'm not really in it. It's been a 6-7 week run. Exhausting. It also
may be that whole waking up at 7am thing. I don't do mornings well.
2) I'm still volunteering at the Elementary school as a tutor. Well,
not so much tutor now that TAKS is over. I am now officially the
choreographer for my class in the school program. Horray for High
School Musical 2. Has anyone seen that sludge? It's a sad excuse for a
musical.
3) I am improving still. Hmph. Enough of that...
4) Jeremiah is gone for REC week, a 2 week long camp. I am going to see
him this Fri-Sun, but I have become very bored trying to find something
to do. I'm just unmotivated (see #1 for why).
5)I am also looking for monolouges. That's right! It's CO-OP TIME!!!
Horray and fun, right? I think I have some options for dramatic, but
comedic, gag. If anyone wants to be on the Callina support team,
helping me find monolouges and/or watching them and giving critiques,
I'd love the help. I've got a little over 2 weeks to find something
that going to get me work! Scratch that. God will get me work, I just
need to do my best and present myself well.
6) I feel like poo. Emotionally, spiritually, physically. I spent all
weekend indoors for the most part, storing up any energy I have to
combat the rest of the week. I won't go into specifics, but needless to
say, I want my life to figure itself out!
That's all on my end. Watching movies, staying sane. I'll keep you updated!
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| The scariest thing I've done this year is directing.
I volunteer at my church being a camera man for the Wednesday night
services. I decided to ask the head of the Media department, J,
if I could start learning more things, specifically directing (the
director tells the camera men which shots to take during a service and
puts the various shots on screen for the church to see). He said sure
and I thought that I would be observing, possibly giving my imput here
and there.
Yesterday, J handed me headsets, pointed at a few buttons on the video
board and sent me on my way to directing... 3 minutes before the
service started and with NO warning.
I sat there thoroughly terrified and sputtered out a few questions to
clarify the job. Three minutes later, I was furiously punching buttons,
telling camera men what to do and putting the shots on screen for the
whole congregation to see. Every great shot, every mistake, all there
to see. It was one of the most horrific experiences ever.
The service went fine. I did fine. But just knowing I was in charge,
with nothing but a few moments of instructions, I don't think I've
quite experienced a fear that literally made me want to get out my
chair and run away, pee on myself and puke all at the same time.
I'm proud of myself for staying with it. I constantly amaze myself how
much I'm starting to release the gripping fear that for so long has
directed my decisions and life and just dive in the deep end. It was
definately sink or swim and I dog paddled my butt back to shore.
So here I come world. Warm up that director's chair for me.
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