A slur of words for you. I am supposed to be unapologetic and perhaps hard pressed for time while trying to be poetic. The thing is I gotta work on my monologue for theatre class. Which is great! The class is fun, my English class isn't... all that fun though. We did see Hitchcock's Psycho the last two class sessions. I suppose that's pretty neat, but it's supposed to tie in with our reading about morbid curiosity - damn it that's what I was supposed to do today, not look at beautiful women and contemplate other shenaneries - so yeah, our midterm is about that and some - shit another part is the writing and revising book, oh this is going to be fun - Hahah... ughhh multiple choice though, but there's going to be a written part about the morbid curiosity and i forget about the last part. It's a 3 fold midterm.
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....... *Sigh of calm* This music is really fucking nice. "Iiiiiiiiiii am a beLIEEEEEVErrrrrrrr..."
Sorry, Alison's voice can be really fucking cool to listen to I think. Did you know she sings in Jack White's band The Dead Weather? Another neat band if I say so myself. Anyways, this session eh? I'm moving up in my workplace, more hours... will be nice... I could use the extra monz, but I'll have to work out a way to not overdo it cause my back is still fucked up along with my neck and shoulders from an injury near two decades ago. Short story on that, my neck almost snapped when a bunch of girls dog piled me. Yayyy.... one guy's fantasy is an other's nightmare (Thanks spellcheck for showing me it's two words there "an other").
I'm looking forward to my Theatre class though. It's intro to acting, and gosh it is a small class but damn it it is fun. I was told to write in our personal journal for the class, but I've only written a few entries. Anyways, my monologue is about a lovelorn fool, and I'm having a hard time making the beginning believable as the character. It's too, me, and I don't know, I thought it would be easier, but I feel like a robot to this guy, unsympathetic and not able to relate really. I gotta live truthfully in the moment somehow. So, I asked if I could practice with my classmates whenever they have time. Next time before class? Alright, I'm happy to, and you know what, I'm willing to help them out too, so really, yes I am glad that I might be able to get this monologue done - if anything - better. I thought that maybe with all the heartbreak and shit I've gone through I'd be able to relate. I'm just, too chill for this character and it throws me off I guess. I'm too robotic in the beginning... unbelievable even, because I think it's just me having grown to be a bit more mature now that I don't want to deal with any bullshit from another relationship if anything. So I might be rebelling against this character's feelings in a way.
On a side note, I need to get the second English essay done. I have 1 and a 5th of a page done. Eeesh, but I have time. I'm not a terrible writer, and hey I got a B on the first essay without refining it much. I just wasn't feeling the assignment though. I had more fun in Eng 99 (I'm in 101 atm) mainly because we talked about science fiction and things we could bring ideas into to talk about. The Hunger Games Book 1 was one of them. It was FUCKING cool. I prefer the book more than the movie. Now, we have to call upon some sorcery and shit to talk about morbid curiosity. It's not my jam to be honest. I'm not into the dead and suffering, but with the day of the dead around the corner I can say that it is those who have pass that we honor and pay respects to. I get it though... just about everyone is into some kind of violence. Martial Arts is my jam, and I love a good story that has conflict and a very warm ending. Mainly why I watch anime, but the kind of anime that is slice of life and goofy. THAT's my jam mainly, not all the violence that this book we read makes it out to be. It is NOT everyone that loves this stuff, you're crazy to even say everyone in the first place. By popularity it is those who follow and gain those ideas that somehow just fit right in place in their head that they think not for themselves that this kind of curiosity is good. At least in my opinion. I just want to share the love, you know?
We could just really use more love and appreciation in this world. Warm hugs, bacon, veggies that taste good, partners that actually stick around and have your back, I'm falling off track with this, but i guess it's that curiosity blah blah... What do you think? We have brains. We have too much to say, not like everyone wants to listen. We get tired. We hate. We love. We betray (usually unintentionally). We curse. We wander. We play.
*hug*
- Reno