blah blah blah fucking fuck it fucker

burn on me for not posting.

so, I guess you can see how freaking busy I've been, from the lack of posting. basically, I just never work. that sucks. The Feb 10th concert has been cancelled due to sickness in myself and Brianna. bummer. I'm starting to film My Immortal this Saturday. I have to practice with the band this Friday night, and then filming's the next day. Apparently, the director says, we're also filming parts of the trailer for the next video, Drive on Saturday, too. I'm not too motivated for it, but I am bored of not working. Coming down off a period of intense activity is always difficult. Three shows, plus choir, and Collective, and then nothing at all, in fact hardly even choir is just vicious. I'm dying.

So the fact that I never work, means short post for you. too bad. ttyl. by the way, if you are my friend and read this, please comment, or even if you just randomly found this blog, please comment, because I get motivated to write by knowng that people are reading it. That's why I was never good at keeping a diary...

k, bye.

i feel like ucky.

I don't want to go to the B2B auditions today. I just don't feel like it. Yesterday was so nice, and lazy, and I didn't practice at all, like I was supposed to and now that feeling of wonderful laze-about-ness has carried over into today. I really need to do my laundry, but I don't feel like doing that, either.

Ack. I am so unmotivated t work, lately. I fell more like handing out resumes and getting real jobs, than actually acting, or singing. but that of course, is because it's January. Nothing ever happens in January.

The girls and I have been booked for February 10th, for a tsunami benefit concert. I am a little sad, for it is on me and my boyfriend's five month anniversary. Somehow that always happens. Last years Year End Spring Concert for Choir was on what would have been me and Geoff's one year, if he wasn't stupid. But unfortunately, he is. w/e. his loss, Sean's gain.

wait a second! this is my WORK JOURNAL, not my boyfriend journal! behave yourself, Alleah Poirier!

Anyways, i need coffee. Updates later if it turns out that I actually do go to the auditions.

do do doo do doo, Pinto likes to Sing

So yeah, this is my first entry of my working journal. I have decided to make one so that I can keep accurate records of all the various thngs I do. And by things, I mean, plays, music videos, auditions, concerts, acting classes, choir, and all the various entertainment endeavors I take on.

As you can probably tell, I am a stage baby, and a Theatre Kid. And when I say Theatre Kid, I mean HARD-X-CORE theatre kid. See, on the west coast (in Nanaimo, especially), to be theatre is a stereotype, and a lifestyle all it's own. (i think that's in my profile...or maybe not, I can't remember) To be theatre is to be outrageously and flamboyantly sexual for NO good reason, is to make a spectacle of yourself at any given moment, is to be so completely filled with personality that the people around you (even if they don't like it) cannot deny it. Theatre people are noticed every single day. Or at least--here, we are.

As for myself, I have been singing, acting and dancing since I was five years old. Well, truthfully I have been doing it all my life, but I only started performing once I was in school. And I haven't stopped since, going on stage at every possible moment, for every possible thing.

I adore dancing, especially hip hop, tap, and jazz. I used to be in ballet, but we couldn't afford to keep me in lessons, so unfortunately that is lost to me. I have been in choir since I was seven. I have never been able to afford private voice lessons, so that is how I have trained myself over the years. Now, I am in The Wellington concert choir, and jazz choir, and my a cappela group, The Collective is asked to perform at many of the concerts we do. We are renowned in Nanaimo, and are one of the top three high school choirs on the island (Vancouver Island, for all you strange Americans who think British Columbia is on the East Coast! lol), and we win first place in almost every festival we attend, and we have been invited to Music Fest Canada, to compete with the top high school choirs across the country at least twice while I have been in Welly Choir. However, we never go, because in Wellington, the band, and the sports teams get every single driblet of funding there is possible to recieve. Choir and Drama are screwed royally. I also act on stage, in any kind of play. Comedies and musicals are my strengths, while drama is interesting to do, but I am not yet quite h-core enough to be successful at them. I often think I come off cheesy in dramatic plays.

So that is who I am in my work. I try to do as much of all of this as humanly possible. This past Christmas season, I proved this by being in three plays at once, a comedy, a musical, and a pantomime, all of which opened and closed the same month.

What is on my plate now? I am currently practicing for an audition for Bard to Broadway, the professional theatre company which puts on around four or five plays that run throughout the summertime up in Qualicum, BC. I have to have a monologue (I have picked one about a drunk girl who refuses to pledge for a sorority) and a song (either When I Fall in Love by Andrew Lloyd Webber, or Someone to Watch Over Me, by Gershwin). Hopefully I will get into that. If I don't, next thing up is CCPA auditions. This is the biggie, the one I've been thinking of since grade nine. The Canadian College of the Performing Arts is the most renowned performing arts institution in British Columbia. They accept less than forty students over the entire world every year. I have been waiting for this chance for four years, and to get in, is to virtually gaurantee myself a job of some kind, be it performing, or something else in the industry once I've completed the program. However, it is entirely possible, I won't be able to go, either because of funds, or because of identification troubles. My home burned down in February of last year, and now I have no ID. No birth certificate, no SIN card, no Care Card. I applied for all of it in the summertime, but nothing as come yet. Just goes to show how WONDERFUL the government of Canada is. stupid retard peices of idiot. Anyways, if I don't have the right papers by next month, I can't even apply let alone get in.

That is the really big one right now. Also on my plate is a couple of reperformances of the comedy I did this past fall. That is a debacle and a half, as I shall tell you later. It is the discipline of Mime, which is retarded in and of itself, but w/e. It's my role, I did it, I'll do it again, if my idiot rat teacher can pull her head out of her anus long enough to produce it. More about her later, too.

Also, my friend Devin, who produces and edits music videos has cast me in the starring role in his next production, My Immortal. Filming of that commences early next month. After that, I'm cast in another one a little later down the road, called Drive. I think I'm cast in The Mantta Vol. II but I am not sure. These are all filming over the next couple of months.

I am also currently rehearsing with The Collective for a February 10th benefit concert for the tsunami relief fund. We're doing a forties review...or not, depending on which fourth song we learn. Right now, we're singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (which is old school for us, and kind of staid), Chatanooga Choo-Choo (which has finally decided to work, thank goodness) and Sincerely (the best song EVER!). We have to learn one more, but we are not sure which one as of yet. Maybe, It's Only a Paper Moon. Maybe, The Boy From New York City, as I am jonesing over.

My choir is rehearsing for a February 23d Rotary thing. I hate rotary shows. Have you ever tried to sing choral, when people are eating? DRIVES ME CRAZY! Not to mention the Rotary Show we did before last, they forced us to learn this retarded song about seeds of love or something, and then kept us waiting backstage for an hour and a half. Most idiotic show ever. Collective is also performing for that, but only cause vocal jazz can't.

Minorly, in acting class, I have a monologue assignment that I have to perform today. It's ok. It's about a drunk girl who hates sororities. I also help teach a Grade Eight Drama class, and due to the incredible dickheadedness of the teacher, I end up teaching almost all of it. I guess I haven't told you about Mrs. Tinnion yet, have I? Well for starters, she is a rat-succubus who crawled out of the depths of hell, for no reason in the world other than to piss me off. Or at least, that's my pet theory. In reality, she is a manipulative, evil, cruel, narcissistic, controlling, power-tripping, useless bitch, who closely resembles a rat (literally, I am not kidding) and knows not a single thing about the subject she teaches. The class itself is pretty good. I think most of them enjoy drama, the problem is the teacher. It's too bad really. If I had never taken any form of drama before Mrs. Tinnion's class, and I had her, I would hate performing with a passion. In fact, sadly, she has brought me to despise acting in her class. There is NO reward from it. Not even the thrill of the stage, because I get no thrill when I KNOW that the work I am doing is so pathetically organized and directed that the most untalented peice of smut could recognize how much crap I'm doing. That is probably the worst setback to my performing I have yet encountered.

Anyways. That is what I am currently up to. Over the next while, however long I decide to continue this acting journal, you will hear all about my auditions, rehearsals, shows, successes, failures, bitch-fests and so-on and so-forth. I hope you enjoy.

love, Pinto.