Of Nominations and Type-Casting...

So I didn't get nominated for a Pavilion Award for the musical and I have to say I'm pretty shocked. I'm not one who is usually cocky, but I thought I definitely had a chance... Guess I was wrong, right? Absolutely. I wouldn't have cared if I had won... I just wanted the damn nomination. For those of you who don't know, the Pavilion Awards are like... The Grammys for high school theater in Cortland County. So I don't really know what to say or think right now... All I want to do, and just might do... Is write a web series of some sort, with some sort of kick ass character for myself, and produce a few episodes over the summer. I've already got a few ideas (okay, rip-offs) for one. I've been working on this one series, called The Weird Brothers, which is kind of a combination of shows like Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Secret Circle... It's about this teenaged guy who comes home from a mental institution for the first time in months and discovers that he and his three younger brothers all have magic powers and an intertwined destiny that they have to figure out for themselves, because their parents abandoned them while they were young and they live with two really weird uncles. It sounds simple but I have a lot of ideas. A lot... I mostly start these sorts of things because I'm sick of being seen as one type of character, namely the dumb-funny characters and I like to invision myself playing something different. Like a bad ass or... Even, as nutty as it sounds for me, the leading male. But apparently, I'm not aware of my own limitations to believe I can be anything but funny or dumb... Whatever. Type-casting is the dumbest shit ever. I know it's nutty but I think it's okay to have a goal like that, even if I don't actually achieve it. It's nice to have something to work towards.

Mommie Dearest...

I swear, sometimes I feel like my mother is actually Joan Crawford (if you don't know who that is, Google her... But to be honest, I don't really know who she is either. I've just heard she was a crazy bitch.) Seriously. She's such an angry person sometimes and it really frustrates me. She constantly barks at me and makes comments about how I need to lose weight and whatnot and it's really frustrating. She counts what I eat and when I eat and whenever I decide to eat again, she feels the need to make comments on it. I mean, I guess it could be a lot worse. She could be legitimately abusive but she's not. She just really... Upsets me when she makes rude comments about me but then expects me to be able to make changes ASAP. Weight loss isn't an overnight thing...

Merry Wives of Windsor...

The play is finally over and I'm relieved. As sad as I am that it was my last one and it's over, I'm glad to finally have some stress-free free time to myself. Everyone in the cast was driving me absolutely NUTS. I seriously wanted to kill everyone. But it's over and now all I have is the memories of this and the last three years worth of shows. They've all been super stressful, or boring, but in the end, everything ends up okay. I'll never lose those memories... I could say so much more but I'm still pretty burnt out from this weekend so... That's for a later post!

They Had It Coming...

You know how some people have these little habits that get you down? I have one person in mind, but I'm not going to say their name, in case this gets back to them. Let me start by saying, if you are reading this, it's most likely not you. Unless, you are this person, and somehow got my blog URL, in which case, I apologize that you may be reading a ranty post about you because you can't expect these things to happen and me to have absolutely no reaction to it. I have nothing against you, and I hope you know we're friends but I'm still a little pissed. Not at you, but in general. This person hasn't really offended me themselves, but it's the public reaction to this person that frustrates me. This person and I have a lot of extra-curricular activities (and friends, for that matter) in common and if you ask me, we are just as good as each other. However, according to the public this person is a freaking god. It really pisses me off, especially because certain people do NOT need to be given superiority complexes. And it's really unfair shit too. I am literally just as good as this person. We have similar vocal ranges and we have similar strength too, but this person gets absolutely EVERYTHING. A lead in the musical, every solo they audition for, etc. While I'm constantly runner-up, second best, or not even on the radar. And everyone goes hog wild for this person. "So-and-so needs to audition last!" "I'm excited for you-know-who to sing!" "Blankity-blank, will you perform in the Invasion with me?" NO one has ever said those things about me or to me and it sorta makes me feel like... What's the point? If my hard work isn't being recognized, is there any point? While this other person just has to stand up there and everyone DIES for them. I know it's going to be said "Oh, Jon, don't worry about it. You're graduating, you're going to have so many other opportunities after high school." Okay, still bull shit because this person got so many opportunities while in high school and they still have a few more years. So it's fair that I have to wait but this person gets everything now? Maybe I'm whiny, maybe I'm bitter, but I know bull shit when I smell it and with this thing, the place be stinkin' up. I don't think it's too much to ask for the same opportunities as this person (and a lot of other people, too.) And I've had this feeling for years now and I've kept my mouth shut for the most part, but now I feel I must say it. I don't think there's any excuse for one person getting everything, except favoritism. However, if you call someone out on favoritism, they'll deny it. People are stupid and everyone deserves a fair and equal opportunity. And that's how Jon sees it.

MORP

I'm starting to get soo anti-prom right now (hence the title of this post being MORP, prom backwards for those who didn't get it.) It's getting to be such a stressor. I had a problem because I didn't know if I'd be able to bring my date, my girlfriend, because she's a year out of high school. Yes, you read that right. Jon has a girlfriend who is a college student. Let's get all of the shock and awe out of the way now. Anyway, I had to track VE or Lang down to ensure that I could, so I can buy the tickets tomorrow, and I couldn't find them all day. Why is it those two can't ever be found when you actually need them? I managed to find VE and he told me that I really didn't need to worry, which made me feel great. I do tend to stress and worry little things but not as much as this. I really want Demmarie (my girlfriend) to go because I love her and I want to spend time with her (and most of all, prove to everyone she's real). Also, I really wanted to get a red tux, like coat and pants red. But the tux store had NONE. Disappointed. Apparently, they were removed from stock back in February. DUMB. I really wanted to do something different from everyone else, but I had to settle with white and red... Whatever. But the good news is my BFF, Kira, is on prom court! Which is another thing I'm not actually all that happy about, but I've heard some rants about that today (here's to you, Taylyn!) and I feel like I've already said all I can say about that situation.

Social Networks...

Social networks only exist so that people can cause drama without having to deal with people face-to-face. I love thinking about people who get so mad at each other on Facebook and then sit there, pounding on the keys with a scowl on their face and typing in ALL CAPS and run-on sentences to get their point across that they're mad. It's hilarious. Also, as I said on a post last night, that pointing out that someone else only does things on Facebook for drama is just asking for more drama. The bitch who thinks she's smart for calling another out is only being little miss attention seeker herself. I don't usually get involved in Facebook drama, unless there is a direct and personal attack, but in that case, I could resist throwing my two cents in there. That dumb bitch didn't have ANYTHING to say after that. Not to mention, my next favorite social network drama cliche... The person who says "If you don't want everyone to know, why do you put it on Facebook?" I love this douche bag because they usually come in at the end of the fight and then just restart the whole thing. Typically, this person has been watching the fight and actually getting really pissed off and feels they have to say something before the fight ends. But the fight moves too fast, so they can only throw their comment in at the end, which usually pisses off the instigator even more and then BOOM, BANG, POW... You got another fight. I hate Facebook drama so much because it's usually petty bull shit but it's absolutely hysterical to watch. Especially between people who can't spell.

Brief Thoughts of the Immediate Future

So I’ve made the huge life changing choice of what I’m doing with my life after college. After getting rejected from SUNY Cortland, LeMoyne, Buffalo, and pretty much every other four year school I applied too, I decided, I’m going to TC3. At least, for a year. I’ll be majoring in Digital Cinema with a concentration in screenwriting. I’m not sure if it’s necessarily something I’ll want to do professionally, but it’s an interest and I’ve been told I’m good at it… I’m not sure if I would agree with that but I’ll take a compliment. It’s hard for me to write good, believable dialogue. I know, it’s shocking considering how much I talk everyday, but it’s hard to come up with other things people would say that are relevant to the plot of the script. Hopefully, this course will teach me what I need to know to do well. Or, plan B, which is actually more of a “going to happen anyway” sort of plan, I start working out like crazy and once I get hot, I’ll become a male stripper. Yes, I said “a male stripper.” It sounds disgusting and crazy but ridiculously fun. Okay, so maybe more of dancer, than a stripper, but still… There won’t be clothes removed here. Regardless of what I do immediately after high school, I hope someday I’ll get where I want to be. I don’t necessarily want to write or act professionally. I want to sing. I know I sound like an 80s movie.