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Pulp Fiction continues to be an amazing movie. and it made me wistful for the bygone era of movies that Didn't Have Barfing in Them. even with the gimp and zed and et cetera, even with a dude's face getting blown off, tarantino was too classy to put any yakking in this film. a page that modern filmmakers could take out of his book, please, thank you very much. we only watch Jeopardy during dinner nowadays.
improv class recital today. lame. i don't know exactly what happened in my class, but you know how pack animals turn on a sick one? that's how i felt in this class. like, i was having a hard time with a lot of the concepts, and unsure of how to commit to some stuff, and then all of a sudden-boom. people didn't want to do scenes with me. as evidenced by the two times today that i initiated scenes,and was left dangling in the breeze for what was in reality, just a few seconds. but in stage time... years. I'm not used to this; and I'm sure that most of it was just blood in the water. ppl in my class were nice, and funny, and most of them i'm sure were just as terrified as i was, but it's been a long time since i've felt un-liked, and it was akin to getting picked last in gym class. boo. i'm glad it's over. I came home and did the first emotional eating i've done in a long time. Thankfully, since i've been trying to get off of gluten i've hardly been eating at all and my stomach has shrunk, or i would have done a lot more damage to that ropa vieja and yellow rice. the rice was fried, with peas and peppers. it was delicious. also delicious: knowing that this improv class is over. Tuesday nights, i have missed you so. see also: self-respect.
improv class recital today. lame. i don't know exactly what happened in my class, but you know how pack animals turn on a sick one? that's how i felt in this class. like, i was having a hard time with a lot of the concepts, and unsure of how to commit to some stuff, and then all of a sudden-boom. people didn't want to do scenes with me. as evidenced by the two times today that i initiated scenes,and was left dangling in the breeze for what was in reality, just a few seconds. but in stage time... years. I'm not used to this; and I'm sure that most of it was just blood in the water. ppl in my class were nice, and funny, and most of them i'm sure were just as terrified as i was, but it's been a long time since i've felt un-liked, and it was akin to getting picked last in gym class. boo. i'm glad it's over. I came home and did the first emotional eating i've done in a long time. Thankfully, since i've been trying to get off of gluten i've hardly been eating at all and my stomach has shrunk, or i would have done a lot more damage to that ropa vieja and yellow rice. the rice was fried, with peas and peppers. it was delicious. also delicious: knowing that this improv class is over. Tuesday nights, i have missed you so. see also: self-respect.