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Name: Austin
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Waco
Birthday: 10/17/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Acting, singing, directing, writing, movies, poetry, literature, music, camping, making funny hats, enjoying life. I love life!
Expertise: I suppose that would have to be acting. I love to act, and I really love the theory discussion side of it, because you can't really go wrong!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  Macbeth566
Member Since:
12/26/2005
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| Yeah, so it's a lame headline. Big deal. My last full day as an actor at the Blue Ridge Dinner Theatre is today. Table setup at 1:00, who knows what until the show at 8:00. And what do i do for this show i do not act in? I'm the stage manager! But don't get too excited, because it's really not what you think. See, the show has 1 prop, and the actors do all the set moving. So, again, what do I do? I sit backstage and do pushups and situps, and bicep and tricep curls using an old piece of angle iron that is sitting backstage. Is it practically worthless? Yes. Does it do much too help my body? Who knows? I am just trying to expend energy and move the day along quicker because I'm tired.
Tired of good phone conversation.
Phone conversation means you are far away. Yes, phones are a great invention, but i'm tired of being far away.
Tired of Virginia.
Great state, but it is not Texas. And a little piece of trivia: Hillbilly = Virginia Resident
Tired of Feeling Worthless.
This theatre serves its purpose, here in rural Virginia, but
I need to do something large, like, I don't know
drive across the United States.
Tired of Not Being with Ann.
This goes almost without saying, because, well, it is engrained
in my blood. She is the woman that I am meant for, and
I want to be with her. I had to be thousands of miles away
during the times that I wanted to hold her the most, just be there
with her, and I have had to be here. Let's not linger on that point.
The People who Read this: "So, Austin, what's the point you're trying to make? Why did you write this xanga? How is this going to enrich and fortify my life into something worthwhile? Are you going crazy?"
Austin: "Well, in response to the final question, no. 'Going' implies an activity that is still in action. I have 'gone' crazy, and I have returned. In regard to the other questions, here is what I have to say - You may all go to hell, I am going to see the woman I love in one day. And I'm going to Texas. Kinda like that Davy Crockett stuff."
The Peeps: "Well jeez, Austin. That was semi-rude and somewhat uncalled for!"
Austin: "Don't you get it? I'm sick of writing xangas and facebooking and emailing and phone-carding! Get me out of here!"
And so continues the tale of Austin Terrell, the boy who became a man, the man who became an actor, the actor who took on the Blue Ridge Dinner Theatre, who now waits with bated breath to reunite with the woman that gives him his supernatural strength, Ann Flynn! More to come, dear readers...
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| Seriously, ladies and gentlemen, I have been in Virginia for nigh on 2 months and I am about to lose it. The truth that I have found here is this: You must respect the things that you have. You must breathe in every day and realize that you don't have forever to waste. You have time with certain people, and you have to grab that time and hold it to you as close as you can.
I, myself, am currently in the middle of an afternoon off, and I am right on the brink of going insane. I miss Ann like I miss air, or Texas, or my family. I am so deeply bound to that woman, I am so intertwined, all of this time just sitting here makes my skin crawl, and yet I have to deal with it, because I am working with people who are dumb, but who sign my paychecks, so it's kind of a cluster fuck.(Pardon me)
I encourage all that read this to:
breathe in your days,
to enjoy the life that you have been blessed with,
to fuck the status quo,
and tell people that you love them.
Tell them you are angry if you are.
Tell them you are happy, if that's the case.
I just talked with Ann, and I am on some sort of cloud at the moment because I feel free with her. I feel the grace that she has given me, and the love that inspires me to write things like this. She inspires me until I can't figure out what to do. I could build a plane to fly to her right now. I could ford a river. Find who inspires your heart. And don't let them go.
I love you.
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| Long nights on the trail
Lonely working cattle drive
My sweet love waits there.
Can't say I'm much of a poet. The early morning settles over the ridge like an old feather blanket over an old feather bed. My legs are tired, my back is aching from the work of the day before, but my heart still sits high in the saddle. Good coffee to wake up to, knowing that the day ahead is filled with new vistas, new opporunities and promises. Some of these animals know where they're headed, but I have no earthly idea the direction in which I am pointed. Call me old, call me stubborn, call me whatever you care to call me, what's in a name?
I've still got time to work. I've still got the power in my hands to change what lies ahead of me. At the same time, I have no control over what is ahead of me. Stop and realize that the power you have is tantamount to the obstacle that is ahead of you. If you don't believe it, ask for help. Somebody will hear. I'm always here. I'll help you if I can.
I love you.
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| That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I have successfully made the trek all the way out to Ferrum, Virginia, the location of Ferrum College and the home of the Blue Ridge Dinner Theatre. I have been here for exactly one week today, and I have been learning scripts, performing shows, moving in, meeting people, learning music, breathing in the local culture and trying to sleep, eat, and breathe at the same time. Since I am in the technological no-man's land, I have no cell phone reception, a land line that no one seems to know the number for, and I finally got the internet connection working today. All in all, it has been a fairly productive first week in my first experience of professional theatre, and I am really excited about the next 11 weeks. We've got shows to put up and all kinds of things, and I'm getting a paycheck for doing all of it, which is really just the icing on the cake.
The trip up here started in a rush and really sent me flying. I was trying to get everything packed up to be moved into the new apartment by Drew (to whom I owe a bottle of whiskey or something for being awesome and moving my stuff in), trying to finish up packing for the summer here, saying goodbye to all of my senior friends, and spending as much time as I could with Ann while she was with me in Waco. I had a lot of fun with all of my friends, but it just all seemed to go by in a blur. So, Monday morning came, and I had to load up early and head out, and make the difficult trip to DFW to send Ann off. I swear to all the things I hold dear, I don't think, no, I know that I will never love the same way that I love that woman. I tried to hold it in, but I just burst into tears right at the security checkpoint at the airport. Yes, I know that many people have spent years apart and they do just fine, but goodbyes are the damned hardest thing for a person like me. All the same, we headed on our separate paths for the summer, knowing that both of us were going to learn an incredible amount, and that our love stretches beyond physical separation. I love you, Ann, more than anything in the world, and I want you to feel loved every day.
On the road again...
It is one long ass drive from Texas to Tennessee. I was in the car soooooooo long, and I really thought I was going crazy by the time I met up with Audrey in Memphis. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful, loving sister. We met up and had an awesome dinner in Memphis, and just got to hang out for a little while before I had to hit the road again. I got into Nashville around 12:30, checked into a Red Roof Inn, and fell straight to sleep.
Next day...
Back on the way at 8:00 am to make it to my 3:30 call at the theatre. However, some poor traffic and poor directions led to my 2 hour tardiness to my first rehearsal. I drove down some of the most nauseating (beautiful, but nauseating) roads in Virginia, finally to arrive at Ferrum. This town has a Dairy Queen, 3 restaurants, and 2 gas stations. It's a gorgeous little mountain town, but it is just that... a little mountain town. I met the company that night and we got right down to rehearsing. The next day, I gave my first performance of what we call "Jack Tales" to a group of kids. That's going to be the way of things for these first two weeks, but I've had a few days off just getting to drive over to the next town, buying groceries, going to Roanoke, and making some new friends and colleagues. It's going to be quite a ride, and I really think I'm going to grow a lot as an actor and as a person.
Well my hands are tired, but I'll probably start doing this pretty regularly, since there is not much else to do here.
Peace and love, all.
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| I don't usually wear wool socks. I can't see how the pioneers wore them for so long.
Call me crazy, but those little sons of bitches itch like hell if you wear them for any other reason than warmth.
But it was all I had left. My laundry looked like some angry monster (who could only exist on clothing worn by me) had vomited all of the contents of its hateful stomach onto the three-sectioned hamper that sits next to my television. In its fit of vomitizing, the monster had dribbled socks and underwear and old t-shirts onto my unvaccumed floor, and the rug that I bought from Wal-Mart at the beginning of this year to cover up the cable cord that I just had to have running to my television, since I knew I'd have so much time to watch television this year. Anyways, I've got my wool socks on now, jeans that I am coming to realize I haven't washed in almost 3 weeks, and a sweatshirt with my named emblazoned upon it with big blue and white letters. No, it's not a vanity sweatshirt, my name just happens to be the exact same as a very prominent city in this very prominent state that I live in, and I just happen to own a piece of clothing, and a coffee mug, and a few other things that I have stolen in my life to remind myself of what my name is by hanging on to said items, and passing them off as my own creation. So, where were we?
Right, Corona boxers. I've got my Corona boxers, old jeans, wool socks, and my sweatshirt on, packed up and ready so I can head off to my foreign language class, taught by the Spanish-speaking Bulgarian/Russian woman who feels like an out-of-date sorority girl who is finally getting a chance to live the college life again. And what do I find once I'm all ready to go? I don't know where my sneakers are. I have two pairs of sneakers, one which has seen me through several tough times, and the other a newly acquired pair of Chucks that have truly grown on me since our long day in the Logan Airport, eating donuts and spilling coffee, and seeing a friend. But both pairs have gone amiss!
Who stole my sneakers? What will I do without my sneakers? Did some terrible shoe stealing gnome stow himself away in my subconscious and crawl out during the night to pilfer my sneakers? Did I lose them? Did I give them to someone and did they lose them? Did I ever have any sneakers at all?
So I wore boots.
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