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day one of the internship.
it went surprisingly well. i'm really happy with how it's going to unfold. and it's really funny to see how things one does onstage (regardless of language) carries through no matter what language you're using. i have to slow down, find inspiration (sometimes), channel energy/frustration. it's also really...neat i guess to see people who are older just working off each other.
i am the youngest by a long shot in the troupe, and i don't really think of "adults" as some foreign entity, but i don't know, something about watching henrik and christian collaborate on some scene work. something about theater is wonderfully youthful i guess. i don't know really what i mean, but it made me smile.
i've missed this... how real it all is, jumping from moment to moment, changing, leaping, and creating. i don't think i've had anything like this since... hush maybe. goodness! it feels like so long ago and yesterday all at the same time. i really miss the closeness and craziness of the fpac.
on the way to rock bottom with scott, a headache grew. it went from a nagging bite pain to a full out... i don't even know. it just sat on my head and i don't know where it came from. i've had more headaches recently, but none like this. i ended up stopping by the robinson's house and taking some ibuprofen and napping in scott's room. mrs robinson asked me how much ibuprofen i wanted, and i ended up taking 400mg, but i think it's funny that i simply didn't know how much to take at first. normal meds? not so much in this house. homeopathic stuff? yeah, i know it pretty well-ish. when i was in 9th grade, i knew a girl who went to an alternative school until 8th grade, and in our geometry class she was lost with basic algebra and trig. she had never learned how to square a number, let alone take a root of it, or use FOIL or anything. i felt like her tonight when mrs robinson asked me how much ibuprofen i wanted.
rehearsal again tomorrow, and i don't want to go to 830 mass before.
it went surprisingly well. i'm really happy with how it's going to unfold. and it's really funny to see how things one does onstage (regardless of language) carries through no matter what language you're using. i have to slow down, find inspiration (sometimes), channel energy/frustration. it's also really...neat i guess to see people who are older just working off each other.
i am the youngest by a long shot in the troupe, and i don't really think of "adults" as some foreign entity, but i don't know, something about watching henrik and christian collaborate on some scene work. something about theater is wonderfully youthful i guess. i don't know really what i mean, but it made me smile.
i've missed this... how real it all is, jumping from moment to moment, changing, leaping, and creating. i don't think i've had anything like this since... hush maybe. goodness! it feels like so long ago and yesterday all at the same time. i really miss the closeness and craziness of the fpac.
on the way to rock bottom with scott, a headache grew. it went from a nagging bite pain to a full out... i don't even know. it just sat on my head and i don't know where it came from. i've had more headaches recently, but none like this. i ended up stopping by the robinson's house and taking some ibuprofen and napping in scott's room. mrs robinson asked me how much ibuprofen i wanted, and i ended up taking 400mg, but i think it's funny that i simply didn't know how much to take at first. normal meds? not so much in this house. homeopathic stuff? yeah, i know it pretty well-ish. when i was in 9th grade, i knew a girl who went to an alternative school until 8th grade, and in our geometry class she was lost with basic algebra and trig. she had never learned how to square a number, let alone take a root of it, or use FOIL or anything. i felt like her tonight when mrs robinson asked me how much ibuprofen i wanted.
rehearsal again tomorrow, and i don't want to go to 830 mass before.