I call today's entry: "99 ways to Hack Ashleigh Off."

Okay, it's always been this sort of unwritten law that you don't act for another actor. You don't give your 2 cents, you don't meddle, you don't critcize another actor's performance. You just don't. It's okay to give constructive criticism if it is sought after, but don't try and make an actor make different character choices just because you think it is right. Pushing your opinions on another actor's character interferes w/ what both the actor and the director are trying to develop. And, it really hacks Ashleigh off. So, yesterday after rehearsal, somebody (who will remain nameless) comes up to me and says, "You're playing you're prostitute way too modern; you need a more respectable air." Okay, first of all, has this person been paying attention to what Dr. Neilson said about concept? Our hookers are like '80s Go-Go dancers! That makes them kinda modern! And as far as the "respectable air" thing goes, I'm a FREAKIN' PROSTITUTE! How is that supposed to be respectable? I'm not playing Holly Golightly for cryin' out loud.

Moving on, the Yankees lost last night. Rats.

And finally, the thing that capped it all. Let me start by explaining my relationship with Steve, the boss-guy in Production (Pro) Lab. He's never liked me. He always looks at me like, "okay, stupid-actor girl, can you actually do anything useful in here?" He thinks I'm completely incompetent, and can't tell a srew-gun from a hack saw. Anyway. Today during Pro Lab, I'm gathering up leftover pieces of scrap wood, and happen to be standing near this huge foam-stucco falt for the show. Steve comes over to me and says, "where did that hole come from?" Apparently there is a whole in the flat. I have no clue, so I say, "I have no clue." And he gives me that look that says, "I think you did it, but I'm not going to say I think you did it." He then proceeds to make this big to-do about the whole thing, and tells me to go home. Whatever. He is really making me perturbed.

WTF of the day:
You know that Math in Society test that I took last week? The really heinous, gut wrenchingly put-me-in-a-come-even-thinking-about-it one? Yeah, I made an 82 on it. WTF?!?!