farts are funny
so ...missed all my classes today. damnit. i hate missing class. especially classes that i love. today i missed 5: dramatic structure (one of my favorite teachers), shakespeare/writing (duh), sensory actualization, voice, and speech.
but i did a lot today. i guess...
read an article on michelle obama
re-read Oedipus the King
had a wonderful talk with my dad on the phone
dealt with some health insurance stuff
picked up my mail from the mail room
spilt hot oatmeal in the microwave
laughed uncontrollably with my roommates for about an hour
got a medicine visit from loverly cassie and sofia
took about five naps. which is probably why im not tired now. damn.
got some wonderful phone calls and text messages from my company members
got a wonderful 3 hour visit from chris s.. (he's dating one of my roomies. and he's a company member)
ate microwave thai food. it was disgusting.
got a visit from frank, chris p. , michael p., and michael c. .. i love my company.
wrote a story about a puddle
listened to music
i love life so hard right now. (it makes sense to me)
i feel like reading a dictionary. i just want to learn some new words.
OH. im in a play! its a fucking brilliant student original entitled "Blue and Green." its a long term project. there were no auditions. but i was asked to be in it. which feels even better. its probably going to be performed December 2008. but we have our first readthru this sunday.
i was talking to a friend for a long time today in my room. we were talking about theatre... and i said that my first role was juliet. and i was in scenes as characters like... cecily cardew, and bianca, and all those girly young roles. and he said that he couldn't see me playing those roles at all. he sees me as tamora. which is funny to me. i guess when i finally did play tamora, it was such a huge change. and all the people i was surrounded by, knew me originally as juliet, as rosalind, as sweet stupid peggy baxter. but... i guess that shows you the importance the first impressions. in the first couple minutes that most people met me, i asked my sons for revenge. blood. rape. death. and now thats who im type-cast as. they dont even see the old me. they cant even picture the old me. which... is.. .really cool.
but i did a lot today. i guess...
read an article on michelle obama
re-read Oedipus the King
had a wonderful talk with my dad on the phone
dealt with some health insurance stuff
picked up my mail from the mail room
spilt hot oatmeal in the microwave
laughed uncontrollably with my roommates for about an hour
got a medicine visit from loverly cassie and sofia
took about five naps. which is probably why im not tired now. damn.
got some wonderful phone calls and text messages from my company members
got a wonderful 3 hour visit from chris s.. (he's dating one of my roomies. and he's a company member)
ate microwave thai food. it was disgusting.
got a visit from frank, chris p. , michael p., and michael c. .. i love my company.
wrote a story about a puddle
listened to music
i love life so hard right now. (it makes sense to me)
i feel like reading a dictionary. i just want to learn some new words.
OH. im in a play! its a fucking brilliant student original entitled "Blue and Green." its a long term project. there were no auditions. but i was asked to be in it. which feels even better. its probably going to be performed December 2008. but we have our first readthru this sunday.
i was talking to a friend for a long time today in my room. we were talking about theatre... and i said that my first role was juliet. and i was in scenes as characters like... cecily cardew, and bianca, and all those girly young roles. and he said that he couldn't see me playing those roles at all. he sees me as tamora. which is funny to me. i guess when i finally did play tamora, it was such a huge change. and all the people i was surrounded by, knew me originally as juliet, as rosalind, as sweet stupid peggy baxter. but... i guess that shows you the importance the first impressions. in the first couple minutes that most people met me, i asked my sons for revenge. blood. rape. death. and now thats who im type-cast as. they dont even see the old me. they cant even picture the old me. which... is.. .really cool.