I've been fiddling with my journal for a little while. I'd wanted to change what my "comments" links said for a while now, so I finally did that (I also changed them on my Calendar page, just because ( Read more... )

Today wasn't anything terribly special...did three loads of my own personal laundry (as opposed to the family's laundry), a load of dishes, and I cut my hair ( Read more... )

Alas, my last acting class (for the time being, at least) has come and gone. For yesterday's class, we were to memorize our lines for the first three pages (or so) of The Turning Point, the scene we were studying. There are two main characters, both ballet dancers: Emma, the professional, and her friend Deedee, who gave up her dancing career to ( Read more... )

We've gotten into some more fun stuff in the past couple of weeks in regards to acting class. I've never been opposed to reading lines, and I'm really into improv (though I have to stop laughing ( Read more... )

Mom has been working late these past few Wednesdays, and today was no exception. She had warned me that there was a possibility that she'd have to go straight to class after work tonight, and when she called at quarter to seven (class is at eight), it seemed almost certain ( Read more... )

This acting class is definitely working my imagination. It's also making me hungry. For several weeks Paul (our teacher) has had us pretending to mold items out of food. This week, it was ice cream. And we kept playing off the whole ice cream thing (whipped cream, cherries, fudge sauce...mmm, yummy sculptures!) that we joked about going to ( Read more... )

Mom and I went back to Windmill Fest around 2:30-ish. Our acting teacher, Paul, had two hours of fun: a kids' improv thing at 2:30, and a swing dance lesson at 3:30. As mom and I walked down to the festival we were stopped by a strange woman in a van, asking where the rummage sale was. We told her, it's straight ahead where the street we were on ( Read more... )

Mom and I got back from our acting class maybe 15 minutes ago. I tell you, we're getting out money's worth out of this. There's four people involved total--me, mom, a woman named Marianne, and Paul, the teacher. With so few people, there's almost no downtime--we're always involved in doing *something ( Read more... )

I think I'm glad I'm just about done with summer lessons. It seems like all I do is sit and count out loud and tap my foot. The tapping of the foot must be done loudly, so that my student can hear me over his or her playing. Consequently, my legs get pretty tired. I'm finding that I prefer tapping my left foot over my right, so that I ( Read more... )