Ah the blog. We have spent some time apart my friend but I have returned with some purpose in mind. A) I am supposed to be keeping some kind of reflective journal for a class of mine and B) a friend of mine has been nagging me to commence a regularly scheduled visit to the internet social scene. So I thought I might as well kill two birds with one stone and turn my homework/promise to friend into one big blog. So snuggling, I will be trying to write about both my theatre-esque experiences, and just whatever the hell comes to mind. With that said, lets move on.
Entering my 4th year of my theatre program. Intimidating prospect. I would like to say that I don't feel any pressure, but the reality of the situation is that I do. This lovely little directing project I have thrown myself head long into should prove interesting. While I am looking forward to the majority of tasks associated with creating a one-act play, I am not so much enjoying actually picking a script! As you might assume, I want this project to be good. It's really my last salute to my school and my theatre program so I want to try my best to leave some kind of impact with the 4 years that I have invested here. To do this, I will need a good story. This show can only be as good as the script and I just have not found anything that meets that criteria. Next resort, asking around. Maybe I can leech of off someone else experiences and knowledge to conquer this task. I guess the point I'am am trying to make is: The Pressure is on Bitch!
More on school, despite that it is uninteresting to read about, but hell, it's just flooding my mind right now. We did some interesting physical work in my acting class for which this journal is for. We simply stretched for a good long while to warm ourselves up a great deal. However, this little exercise made me realize that I had lost whatever flexibility I had attained through my own personal exercise in the previous year. Not to mentioned that I was genuinely sore the day after. Ouch. I guess that is what you get when you turn back into a potato. Regular exercise is important to me, and I was getting a great deal of it while going to my karate class three times a week for the past 2 and a half years. However, due to work, school, and all other manner if duties I ceased to go to that class and have hence suffered the consequences. Ah, how I miss it so, but unfortunately I have even less time this school year then I ever did before, and it doesn't look like I will be able to attend regularly if at all. At least I have kept up with my biking. I do so enjoy that. Keeps the ticker pumping in good order and the legs able to stand a little punishment. It does not however seem to keep them from getting sore from stretching. Go figure.
Speaking of biking, while riding to work yesterday I was hiking up a hill and saw a banana peel lying on my path and fast approaching. For a split second, I thought I should weave out of the way or stop before I hit it to prevent me from slipping. Then reality kicked in and I realized that banana peels don't really do that. Conclusion: I watched too many cartoons as a child. Good times.
I feel like I should talk about what has gone on in my life in the resent past to catch some people up on what I have been doing. However, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I am in the exact same place I was went I first came to this city. My summer was uneventful. I spent most of it selling bloodthirsty hamsters and snuggling bunnies at the pet store, I guess it wasn't all bad.
What a boring blog I just wrote. I promise it to be more amusing at a time when I am less journalistic. >_<
Entering my 4th year of my theatre program. Intimidating prospect. I would like to say that I don't feel any pressure, but the reality of the situation is that I do. This lovely little directing project I have thrown myself head long into should prove interesting. While I am looking forward to the majority of tasks associated with creating a one-act play, I am not so much enjoying actually picking a script! As you might assume, I want this project to be good. It's really my last salute to my school and my theatre program so I want to try my best to leave some kind of impact with the 4 years that I have invested here. To do this, I will need a good story. This show can only be as good as the script and I just have not found anything that meets that criteria. Next resort, asking around. Maybe I can leech of off someone else experiences and knowledge to conquer this task. I guess the point I'am am trying to make is: The Pressure is on Bitch!
More on school, despite that it is uninteresting to read about, but hell, it's just flooding my mind right now. We did some interesting physical work in my acting class for which this journal is for. We simply stretched for a good long while to warm ourselves up a great deal. However, this little exercise made me realize that I had lost whatever flexibility I had attained through my own personal exercise in the previous year. Not to mentioned that I was genuinely sore the day after. Ouch. I guess that is what you get when you turn back into a potato. Regular exercise is important to me, and I was getting a great deal of it while going to my karate class three times a week for the past 2 and a half years. However, due to work, school, and all other manner if duties I ceased to go to that class and have hence suffered the consequences. Ah, how I miss it so, but unfortunately I have even less time this school year then I ever did before, and it doesn't look like I will be able to attend regularly if at all. At least I have kept up with my biking. I do so enjoy that. Keeps the ticker pumping in good order and the legs able to stand a little punishment. It does not however seem to keep them from getting sore from stretching. Go figure.
Speaking of biking, while riding to work yesterday I was hiking up a hill and saw a banana peel lying on my path and fast approaching. For a split second, I thought I should weave out of the way or stop before I hit it to prevent me from slipping. Then reality kicked in and I realized that banana peels don't really do that. Conclusion: I watched too many cartoons as a child. Good times.
I feel like I should talk about what has gone on in my life in the resent past to catch some people up on what I have been doing. However, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I am in the exact same place I was went I first came to this city. My summer was uneventful. I spent most of it selling bloodthirsty hamsters and snuggling bunnies at the pet store, I guess it wasn't all bad.
What a boring blog I just wrote. I promise it to be more amusing at a time when I am less journalistic. >_<
How about you do a play about Zombies? Or a post nuclear socioty. Oooorrr a jar of salsa that sat on my computer desk so long it developed hair... And a dance number?