incoherent. coherent.
I don't trust myself. It is so ridiculous really, that I find this out because I won't let myself loosen up for improv. Hahahha, I will run up bills at a therapist's office because I won't take my scene partners initiation and run with it. I censor myself and then I shrug off my responses like...."well, this is what I wanted to offer to you in a scene, but i'll end it in a jokey voice so that if you don't find it worthy...you can just ignore me." ITS SO BADDDD.
So this is my post to tell all of you to just, BE BALLSY (in life, class, writing, etc). Seriously, that's what I'm going to try to do in class tonight. It's my last improv class of the year, it went by really quickly. My teacher called me out on my little self-esteem problem. He was telling me that even if I had the best line in the world...my confidence could be read like a book..and that the audience knew you weren't really into it..and checking out. Its a lot harder than it looks. It is not anything like Whose Line Is It Anyway.....that's short form, but whenever I tell people I take improv classes, they automatically get really excited about Drew Carey. I heard he sucks on the Price is Right. I mean, that is just what I've heard.
I'm procrastinating on writing this paper...that was due a couple of weeks ago. I HATE THIS SEMESTER. I have yet to get my shit together. I just can't believe that it is senior year and that its happening. I'm going to graduate in a couple of months......to realize that I don't want to do anything corporate....at least not my first year out. I want to travel, take photographs, make more friends(!!). I'm seriously the most anti-social hermit lately.....one of my best friends is a 2 year old whom I babysit. I get paid in friendship. Ha, no, I get paid in benjamins.
I'm going to Colombia in December. I'm staying there until school starts up again. I need a break from the city. I haven't been back to Ohio since March 07. I haven't seen my mom since May 07. I haven't had a california roll since 4:07 pm, today.
My heart is really nervous lately. It starts beating really fast and then I catch my breath wondering what is wrong. I saw Mary Poppins on Broadway, yesterday. It was my first Broadway show and it's kind of silly that it happens during a stagehand strike. Everyone is striking now days. I want to strike, too. Strike for a more fulfilling life. Strike for not accepting mediocore nights. Strike that if ABC doesn't negociate soon, I won't have an episode of Lost till 2009.
Maybe this TV strike will be a positive thing. Maybe I'll go out and actually make connections with humans.
So this is my post to tell all of you to just, BE BALLSY (in life, class, writing, etc). Seriously, that's what I'm going to try to do in class tonight. It's my last improv class of the year, it went by really quickly. My teacher called me out on my little self-esteem problem. He was telling me that even if I had the best line in the world...my confidence could be read like a book..and that the audience knew you weren't really into it..and checking out. Its a lot harder than it looks. It is not anything like Whose Line Is It Anyway.....that's short form, but whenever I tell people I take improv classes, they automatically get really excited about Drew Carey. I heard he sucks on the Price is Right. I mean, that is just what I've heard.
I'm procrastinating on writing this paper...that was due a couple of weeks ago. I HATE THIS SEMESTER. I have yet to get my shit together. I just can't believe that it is senior year and that its happening. I'm going to graduate in a couple of months......to realize that I don't want to do anything corporate....at least not my first year out. I want to travel, take photographs, make more friends(!!). I'm seriously the most anti-social hermit lately.....one of my best friends is a 2 year old whom I babysit. I get paid in friendship. Ha, no, I get paid in benjamins.
I'm going to Colombia in December. I'm staying there until school starts up again. I need a break from the city. I haven't been back to Ohio since March 07. I haven't seen my mom since May 07. I haven't had a california roll since 4:07 pm, today.
My heart is really nervous lately. It starts beating really fast and then I catch my breath wondering what is wrong. I saw Mary Poppins on Broadway, yesterday. It was my first Broadway show and it's kind of silly that it happens during a stagehand strike. Everyone is striking now days. I want to strike, too. Strike for a more fulfilling life. Strike for not accepting mediocore nights. Strike that if ABC doesn't negociate soon, I won't have an episode of Lost till 2009.
Maybe this TV strike will be a positive thing. Maybe I'll go out and actually make connections with humans.