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Today, I realized that I'm so friggen busy. My concert is coming up and having to prepare for that (sweetness!), exams coming up (I'm thinking this year I should study), Vivace gig and rehearsal galore, and 6 major projects on the go. So really, I should have absolutely no life at this time, but I'm procrastinating like crazy.
It didn't take my goat long to get over me, for that I'm thankful; I really didn't mean to play with anyone's mind... But Saturday was fun nonetheless, even if I am a coward.
Doing my drama anthology (on depression) feels so damn good. I'm going to work so hard on it because I enjoy it so very much. Katelyn and I have found some great songs to go along with the play which include 'Plea from a cat named virtue' by the Weakerthans, 'Needle in the Hay' by Elliott Smith, 'I didn't understand ' Elliott Smith once again, and Katelyn's pick, 'Closing Time', who ever that's by. I can’t fucking wait to do the scene where I get to scream like crazy and the ending where we just laugh. It’s like we’re so fucking beyond depressed that we’re crazy. I’m two of the four characters. One of them is the ‘cutter’, but this cliché expression of self-torture is quirky. Instead of cutting her arms or whatever, she cuts in the webs of her skin. For example, behind her knees, in front of her elbow, in between her fingers, etc. Ooh, that makes me shudder. And her father is an alcoholic but he shows remorse, she says something like “he carries remorse, always looking like some wounded puppy”, well it’s better written but that’s the gist. My other character is a boy who’s father or mother (haven’t decided which yet) beat him. Oh, and he’s a drug dealer. Katelyn gets to play the roles of a sex/drug addict and the (Jesus loving, god fearing) wife of the alcoholic and mother to the ‘cutter’. That’s the simplified gist of the anthology, but it definitely excites me. Sweet!
Nothing much to talk about, just updated for the sake of updating, well more procrastinating.
It didn't take my goat long to get over me, for that I'm thankful; I really didn't mean to play with anyone's mind... But Saturday was fun nonetheless, even if I am a coward.
Doing my drama anthology (on depression) feels so damn good. I'm going to work so hard on it because I enjoy it so very much. Katelyn and I have found some great songs to go along with the play which include 'Plea from a cat named virtue' by the Weakerthans, 'Needle in the Hay' by Elliott Smith, 'I didn't understand ' Elliott Smith once again, and Katelyn's pick, 'Closing Time', who ever that's by. I can’t fucking wait to do the scene where I get to scream like crazy and the ending where we just laugh. It’s like we’re so fucking beyond depressed that we’re crazy. I’m two of the four characters. One of them is the ‘cutter’, but this cliché expression of self-torture is quirky. Instead of cutting her arms or whatever, she cuts in the webs of her skin. For example, behind her knees, in front of her elbow, in between her fingers, etc. Ooh, that makes me shudder. And her father is an alcoholic but he shows remorse, she says something like “he carries remorse, always looking like some wounded puppy”, well it’s better written but that’s the gist. My other character is a boy who’s father or mother (haven’t decided which yet) beat him. Oh, and he’s a drug dealer. Katelyn gets to play the roles of a sex/drug addict and the (Jesus loving, god fearing) wife of the alcoholic and mother to the ‘cutter’. That’s the simplified gist of the anthology, but it definitely excites me. Sweet!
Nothing much to talk about, just updated for the sake of updating, well more procrastinating.