Not Long but Still Bitter
I called the State Theater School of Acting today. They almost have the minimum number of students enrolled in the Comedy Acting class I want to take, but it's not quite there yet. They will let me (and everyone else, I guess) know tomorrow whether or not the class is happening. If it is, it starts this weekend.
I've finished my re-watch of Reba, as well as the first two seasons of Will & Grace. Somewhere along the way, I seem to have decided to go back and watch things I've already seen in favor of watching my vast collection of yet-unseen shows. Such a funny flickguy, me. After Will & Grace, That 70s Show may find itself back on my telly screen.
Speaking of finishing, Mockingjay ended a week and a day after it began. My complaints held true throughout, but it was still all kinds of fun to read. If you can get past the first person, present tense style the story is told in, the Hunger Games trilogy will likely blow your socks clean off your feet.
Currently, I'm reading the Dummies book related to Operation: Crazy Idea. It's informative, but kind of dry.
On Monday, lazy-t and I went to see The Debt, with Helen Mirren, Tom Wilkinson, and Sam Worthington. When I looked it up (not knowing anything about it), it was being called an "espionage thriller" that spans two periods of time. Seemed interesting, so I didn't object.
What we got was a slow-moving character study that had some espionage sequences with genuinely suspenseful moments and some fine performances. Ultimately I liked the movie, but I really wish studios would stop doing that -- telling me it's one kind of movie when it's actually another.
And that, sad as it may be to admit, is that. I have no life. We all knew this. It's not a surprise to anyone but that one guy in the back row who fell asleep and wasn't even paying attention in the first place.
I'll talk to you next time, Dear Journal.