what a strange day...
We had a really chill day in physical technique, mostly stretching and some neutral mask.
Then I skipped work in admissions to work on my scene with Blake, but spent most of the lunch hour in the Acting room with Diana and John having girl talk and massage. That just sort of bled into Acting class, where we immediately decided to continue the massage, then ditch class (as a class) for ice cream. John bought us all ice cream at Coldstone, and we spent the rest of the afternoon going to see "Match Point" at the AMC.
The movie gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I couldn't stand still. I think my group thinks I had a 'breakdown' (that's what I've been told), but really I just had some things come up that needed to be vented. Too bad I had stage managing and couldn't vent them til I got home.
But I did, I got home at 9.45pm and bawled for fifteen minutes before rejoining everyone in the living room for "Family Guy". And just half an hour ago I started to hear words in my head... Something that hasn't happened to me in ages. So I ran into the living room, grabbed my notebook and started writing. Turns out the words were a letter to Damien, telling him goodbye.
It's strange, but I think that's what I needed to vent after seeing the film. I think that's the nastiness that was welling up inside me, and I'm hoping that having gotten it out I can start clear tomorrow.
I think my sonnet will be awfully well informed...
Note: probably only consumed about 1000 calories today. I need to keep on eye on this, especially if I continue to feel out of control...
Then I skipped work in admissions to work on my scene with Blake, but spent most of the lunch hour in the Acting room with Diana and John having girl talk and massage. That just sort of bled into Acting class, where we immediately decided to continue the massage, then ditch class (as a class) for ice cream. John bought us all ice cream at Coldstone, and we spent the rest of the afternoon going to see "Match Point" at the AMC.
The movie gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I couldn't stand still. I think my group thinks I had a 'breakdown' (that's what I've been told), but really I just had some things come up that needed to be vented. Too bad I had stage managing and couldn't vent them til I got home.
But I did, I got home at 9.45pm and bawled for fifteen minutes before rejoining everyone in the living room for "Family Guy". And just half an hour ago I started to hear words in my head... Something that hasn't happened to me in ages. So I ran into the living room, grabbed my notebook and started writing. Turns out the words were a letter to Damien, telling him goodbye.
It's strange, but I think that's what I needed to vent after seeing the film. I think that's the nastiness that was welling up inside me, and I'm hoping that having gotten it out I can start clear tomorrow.
I think my sonnet will be awfully well informed...
Note: probably only consumed about 1000 calories today. I need to keep on eye on this, especially if I continue to feel out of control...