discoveries
I hate Acting with a passion. Granted, I have screwed myself over by not taking the class seriously enough, but I really really dislike the class. It's not working for me. The reason I'm not taking it seriously (at all) is because I realized I don't want to have very much to do with being an actor. I love theatre, and I love being on stage, but I'm a whole different type of performer. I don't like acting. And in a way it's sad that it took me a semester to figure that out when I could have just applied to History in the first place, but then I wouldn't know how much i hate acting. HAHAHAHA *hysterical laugh*. My TA hates me too. Quite openly. "i regret giving you a good mark". "You're telling me to fuck off with your assignment". Now that I think about it, maybe i really am. Subconsciously. Stagecraft is the only class that is working for me in every way that I expected it to. Tutorials are a bit basic, but it's ok. Not everyone's blessed with a brain that will keep them from touching bare wires if they're not told not to. *sigh* I need to e-mal Peter and fight for my mark. I wasn't damn late. I would be getting 14/15, but it's been reduced by 5 marks. It's not fair. He knows it too. He did it to a few other people. And now he's having a moral dilemma of 'how to tell the actually late ones from the not'.
I want to travel. I want to learn by living. I have the biggest urge to get a ticket and just go somewhere. I really have no preference where. I want to see the world. Stupid wanderlust... well not so stupid, really, but I need to get out of here. Once you go somewhere you really can't let it alone. It's as if you get these strings permanently attached to you, and then when you're in one place for a long time someone starts pulling them, and the pull gets harder and harder toresist till you finally break in and go somewhere.
Take me sailing.
I learned a very important thing yesterday: A line is the story of a journey that a dot makes from one point to another. It might seem irrelevant to YOU, but this is MY journal, mate.
I want to travel. I want to learn by living. I have the biggest urge to get a ticket and just go somewhere. I really have no preference where. I want to see the world. Stupid wanderlust... well not so stupid, really, but I need to get out of here. Once you go somewhere you really can't let it alone. It's as if you get these strings permanently attached to you, and then when you're in one place for a long time someone starts pulling them, and the pull gets harder and harder toresist till you finally break in and go somewhere.
Take me sailing.
I learned a very important thing yesterday: A line is the story of a journey that a dot makes from one point to another. It might seem irrelevant to YOU, but this is MY journal, mate.