stuff/nonsense

[Lauren Snyder]

Random Things That Make My Day

I received this in my email in-box this morning.

>From: xxxxxxxxxx@xxx.xxx
>Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 23:50:48 EST
>Subject: Hi Lauren Snyder!
>To: laucousnyder@yahoo.com
>
>Dear Lauren Snyder,
>Hi! I'm Lauren Snyder. Funny, huh? I heard you were a comedy star and I have been >performing in a number of comedy plays and musicals. I was just wondering if I could learn >more about you and how nice it would be to learn about some expirences you have had. >Now I know you're busy and so am I. I am thirteen years old and I preform In a whle ton >of plays and my life isn't normal because I just have a tutor and I'm not in a real classroom. >I know I can make friends from this but they hardly ever last. I was just wondering if I >could get some tips from you on how to stay happy and still stick to my job.
>
>Your fan,
>Lauren Snyder

I'm guessing that she went to my web site (www.laurensnyder.com) and didn't realise that I was being flip while referring to myself as a "comedy star." This is the most adorable thing ever.

Of course, I'll write her back and tell her that on the grading scale of comedy, I'm much more of a D+ than an A lister ... and God knows why she thinks that I'll have any tips on "staying happy." (Three words: Zoloft, Zoloft, Zoloft!) Still, it's precious.

I just wish she'd spread the word about my alleged celebrity to the four literary agents who haven't yet gotten back to me about my query letters for my spec script. All I want for Chanukah is an agent.

 

[Lauren Snyder]

Moving Away

Harold Team Auditions are coming around again ...

Boy, I remember when that was the most exciting and potentially dream-fulfilling thing in the world.

Despite a decent record of two auditions and one callback, I'm not going through with it this time. I've realised that after eight big years of improv, I'm completely tired of it.

How do the Billys and the Delaneys and so on keep it up for over a decade? It's mystifying!

Of course, I can't eat the same thing for breakfast for more than two days without getting tired of it.

So, moving away from improv and back to acting ... at least, for the time being.

 

[Lauren Snyder]

Solo Show

I am writing a solo show.

Or, I should say, I have started writing pieces, which may or may not be in a solo show, but I am definitely doing a solo show. The date is set, the venue is set, the director is set, and the writer/star is set (well, obviously).

Now I just have to WRITE the damn thing.

 

[Lauren Snyder]

GOODBYE & FAREWELL

The Solo Show is cancelled. It was my decision, and I emailed Owen about it a few minutes ago.

I realised why I have been having trouble writing it ... and why I've been avoiding going out for drinks with people ... and keeping in touch ... and why my improv game has been gone ...

I'm miserable. Can't hide it, don't want to, and I don't want to lie to people just so small talk is easier. I can't face seeing people I was friendly with in happier days.

I was at the UCBT earlier this evening, and it was painful to smile and try not to talk about myself -- because who wants to hear about it? Who wants to hear about how I'm working 60 hours a week at two jobs and I'm still barely making ends meet? How I have no more free time? How I'm tens of thousands of dollars in debt? How I'd like to get a normal 9-5 job that pays better but I've had lots of jobs and no good company wants an employee who's been around the block like I have?

I can't talk to people anymore. I can't see improv anymore because I'm not at that carefree place in my life anymore. It's awful to remember two summers ago, when I was on top of the world, doing improv twice a weekend in the city, and I was funny, and I had lots of friends, and I was just discovering that I loved my now-boyfriend.

... Unlike now, when I'm in a terrible mood about 30% of the time, just exhausted about 65% of the time, and able to not think about things and forget and laugh a little only 5%.

So I'm bowing out of everything. Officially off the IRC, officially out of the comedy circle, officially separate from things and people that made me so happy, and now just make me cry.

I'm done.