Eek! A scary russian kid from my high school just sat down next to me in the lounge and leered his creepy “i-know-you” grin at me. Thank god these laptops are totally mobile while still retaining their connections…!
by krisis
Personal
Dropped film/video, to the objections of lots of people. Oh well … even my film major friends concede the impossibility of juggling a hard film class with a commitment to theatre. It’s a shame, because i was scoring some lovely metaphors for life from the camera techniques, but the work was slaying me. Meanwhile, i have suddenly become one of the focal points of theatre gossip, and it’s a little unnerving. I mean… i love people to take an interest in my life, but spot interrogations blur the line between fun and scary. Anyhow… i suppose this is supposed to teach me to lay off the blabbing whenever i get a piece of juicy gossip, because it just turns the person in the center of it all into a pawn with you wondering how s/he’ll move without any regards to feelings.
I’m already habitually missing work, even though it’s only week three of classes. For example, i have a seven minute speech to give for class in about an hour and a half, and so far i’ve only written the introduction. But, i’ll be fine. I obviously just spend too much free time reading SurvivorBlog2: the guiltiest pleasure of them all!
I have to drop a class today. I have to. I love/hate them all equally and dearly, but i obviously just don’t have the time to do theatre, literature, and film/video. I already purchased some supplies for f/v, so i’m sorta loathe to ditch that one but it is much harder than lit, which i’ll ace if i have enough time to do the reading. Now do you see why i didn’t want to be in the play?
No one ever agrees with me, but i think people are at their most radiant when they first wake up in the morning. During the night your skelton sorta resets itself, and so does your face. When i look myself in the mirror in the AM i notice the corners of my mouth are higher than usual, and that the little laugh lines i’ve accumulated have smoothed themselves out. Of course, during the day i’ll pick all of that back up, and then some, but it’s nice to be a clean slate for a few minutes before life sets in.
Isn’t it frightening that i already have identifiable laugh lines on my face? I suppose they’re ultimately the sign of a happy life, but i’m not sure that i’m ready for wrinkles before the age of twenty. The alarm clock just went off really blaringly loud, which made me laugh for all of two seconds before the noise got to me and i turned the damn thing off. Matt and i are never here, and i can’t imagine when the alarm was set or for which of us, unless Matt was here yesterday and i totally missed him (which would be pretty funny). I’ve probably spent less time here than Matt in the last week, which is rather disturbing in and of itself. I swear… at this point we’re paying rent just to keep stuff in here.