Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Wow. Matt and I are both in the apartment at the same time. And the teevee is on! I was napping hard-core earlier and managed to ditch some of my throat issues, but then i had to jog to rehearsal only to find out that i didn’t have rehearsal and instead was a huge idiot. Ack. Anyhow, it’s sorta nice for us to both just be sitting here at the same time… it sorta brings me back to real life. Which is not where i’ve been within the last week.
by krisis
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.
by krisis
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.
by krisis
So, i’ve really let my conviction to share my life with y’all lapse this past week, and i apologize. Really, it’s the strangest week i’ve spent in my entire life, starting a week ago today. Or, maybe it’s been the weirdest year of my life starting from then. I’m having this interesting phenomenon lately where some of my old songs seem to be rewriting themselves to match what i’m going through right now; by swapping in something as small as a single word the whole intent of a song can change. “Under My Skin” became a different song on Sunday when i was singing it for someone, because i got stuck on the line “i don’t miss you anymore,” and rather than continuing on in the song i turned it into this cathartic 30-second long repetition with my voice rising in volume every time, only to finally calm for the “i’m not allowed to… but you’re under my skin.” Sure, she’s still under my skin, but i’m not allowed to miss her in a very different way now compared to how it used to be. >sigh
by krisis
I’m dying. Really. I mean… life right now is a really good life, but there are a lot of really shitty parts of it. I hate my classes. I keep telling myself that i’m going to drop one or two but i still have 19 credits. Classes are the main problem… without them i’d have enough time to deal with everything else so that it was all good. I need to go to physical therapy for my collarbone, but i don’t have any time for it. I have play rehearsal every night this week; i think i need to miss one of my co-op interviews. If i miss it, i might get into trouble. I interviewed last week for the only job i want… let’s all pray they pick me. Anyhow… despite all my bitching, life is good. Life is good. Good.