epic visions
I was in the mood for a change, so I changed my livejournal layout to something that was done completely for me by premade_ljs. A bit different than what I used to have, so that's fun. It's funny though, a change in my life really consists of changing my online journal. I don't think I care enough to really make humongous changes.
It's odd how quickly I get over things. I've not always been that way, and of course some things are gone faster than others. Take this callback. I was stressing and shit, it certainly still is on my mind, but I really just don't care any more. It's my natural defense system. My want for a part seems to naturally evolve into curiosity and eventually lovely, uncaring disinterest. A pleasant surprise if I do get a role, and a whatever if I don't. Of course, I'll still call them dickweeds. That's a funny word.
Limbo is always a little shitty, since I'm in the curiosity phase of my coping. Needless to say, I almost have this process perfected by now.
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I'm reliving the glory of Psychonauts. I think that is probably the best third person adventure game ever. It's like Zelda but with so much more dynamics, and two years after it's come out, the graphics are still really fun, because they never try to be real. Plus the voice acting is top notch. Right now I'm in my favorite level, a theatre world where the overall stage is really small, but you change the set to go to various places in the world.
HAIR starts Sunday, we're having work rehearsals tonight and tomorrow. And by "work," it really is just running the acts and changing perfectly good business just because the director is bored. Ain't it always the truth? Tonight's the second act, which is a lot more dance for me, since I can't just coast in the back row like I usually do.
I'm going to try and get some pictures of my hippie costume, it's far out. A blonde wig and everything.
It's odd how quickly I get over things. I've not always been that way, and of course some things are gone faster than others. Take this callback. I was stressing and shit, it certainly still is on my mind, but I really just don't care any more. It's my natural defense system. My want for a part seems to naturally evolve into curiosity and eventually lovely, uncaring disinterest. A pleasant surprise if I do get a role, and a whatever if I don't. Of course, I'll still call them dickweeds. That's a funny word.
Limbo is always a little shitty, since I'm in the curiosity phase of my coping. Needless to say, I almost have this process perfected by now.
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I'm reliving the glory of Psychonauts. I think that is probably the best third person adventure game ever. It's like Zelda but with so much more dynamics, and two years after it's come out, the graphics are still really fun, because they never try to be real. Plus the voice acting is top notch. Right now I'm in my favorite level, a theatre world where the overall stage is really small, but you change the set to go to various places in the world.
HAIR starts Sunday, we're having work rehearsals tonight and tomorrow. And by "work," it really is just running the acts and changing perfectly good business just because the director is bored. Ain't it always the truth? Tonight's the second act, which is a lot more dance for me, since I can't just coast in the back row like I usually do.
I'm going to try and get some pictures of my hippie costume, it's far out. A blonde wig and everything.