Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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Greetings, Salutations, and WHAT UP?

So uh...I have been awake since 7:30 in the goddamn morning. Odd thing, that. I mean, don't get me wrong, mornings are lovely... I just um... *snore*. In all seriousness, it was an act of God that I woke up this morning. I had my alarm set, and it went off and everything... I just shut it off and went back to sleep. So it really was a goddamn miracle when my phone rang at 7:30 and Matt had called for no readily apparent reason other than the fact that he woke up at 4 and consequently was a little bored. His timing was perfect. It gave me just enough time to realize what I had done, shower, and prepare for my scene. Since Jamie didn't call when she said she would just to make sure that I had woken up (which I definitely wouldn't have done after only 3 hours of sleep...), it was really an odd coincidence that I am extremely thankful for. So, yay for Matt's intuition and boredom! Gold star. </font>

In other news, the scene went really well. I mean really well. We got great reactions from the audience, and we went first so there was a little bit of pressure. Paul had the perfect costume too. White - yes white - vintage tuxedo with white shoes, a red and blue striped messy tie, and a straw hat. He's really cool... so is Jamie. I hope we keep in contact. We had a lot of fun with our scene. However, when one ends another one starts sooooo tomorrow Jeff will be coming over to work on our new one. Yee haw. I'm looking forward to it. I think we should dress up like pirates and ninjas and go shamelessly starkers. JoAnn would probably dig it, because she is to the criminally insane what a rottweiler is to a tea cup yorkie. ... Yeah, um, puppies!

Anyway, lecture was p-a-i-n-f-u-l today. I sat next to Anna and we were making snide remarks through the entire thing. I just can't take it anymore. They've beaten the "What is Theater?" question to death; beat it while it was on its way to hell, continued brutalizing it once it arrived, and decided to bring it back for another go round out of what I can only assume is spite concentrate. Granted, I am really glad that they've stopped trying to explain theater by making it analogous to "the city"...still. Ow. We have our final project due in three weeks. My group has never met, and none of us have any idea what we're doing, or what we're supposed to be doing. No good can come from this. It has doom written all over it. In blood.

Drawing was totally not any better. Can we say traumatized? I understand the concept of the human body as art. It is a beautiful thing and can be very poetic and awe inspiring. However, I would like to stress the fact that it kind of loses *some* of its magic when concerning an extremely homely 50-year-old naked woman. Three hours. Standing on hard concrete. Drawing saggy boobs and an immense amount of pubic hair and more wrinkles than stars in the sky. Do me a favor, will ya? Kill me.

Whew! Angst-a-rific! Actually, I'm in a delightful mood. I'm going to read the theater texts that I didn't read... because I really should. I think the weather has snapped me out of my funk. It's bizarre what a little sunlight can do. I'm actually really excited for the rain that *might* come tomorrow. Something needs to wash away all the snow-sand and preferably soon, like two weeks ago plzkthnx. In other news, Faith is hearing things. Imma go be productive now, since I have successfully accomplished nothing since 4:30. Mmmm, I love the smell of lethargy in the warm, breezy spring afternoon. That and coffee. *slurrrp*

This just in: I just found a pencil in my hair. The hell?
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