I fell asleep. For way longer than intended. And I'm still tired.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Worked monologueage today. Apparently did okay, though extraordinarily quick. Oh, and yay Our Lady of 121st Street. And Guirgis in general.
I feel shitty, oh so shitty, feel all stuffy, and puffy, and piiiiiissssed.
Oy. Today was such a weird day. I woke up and was very late getting out the door. Thought I was going to miss the bus. Slept on the floor until homeroom. Did some problems in class. Theatre was nice, but that's a given. Then I ate my hasty-lunch. Which was lunchmeat. Sans much else. Had Harvey for bio today, which was unexpected, but interesting. And then I basically died. I bugged out in gym, like usual, all singin' and dancin', and then I had a random adrenaline rush. And not the, "Oh yeah, woo! POWIENWPOEI!" Sort of adrenaline rush. More like, "All of you should die. I'm going to help you to this end now." Sort of a super-anger. Which I slept off through CZ. And then stayed generally awake through Dvorak. And fell asleep on the bus. And when I got home, I thought I was going to take a nap. Which turned into a bit more than a nap. 3, maybe 4 hours. And I'm still exhausted. And I ahve to wake up super-early tomorrow to clean. In a word, FML.
Today, my name is uktkryjwsty
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
dʒizʌs kroiɪst
Exercise: An hour of running about on playgrounds with my HP friends.
Voice: LOVE all frickin' day. I can't get it out of my head.
Reading: None. Woops.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Read for Solomon. Yay.
I just got into a rather foul mood. And there's not a damn thing I can think to do to solve the problem. And I don't want to have it just marinate. I can't say anything for fear the problem will hunt me down. Grr. Angerangerangerangerangerangeranger. Not getting things makes me angry. Not getting people, things, and then when I get angry people get angry at me, and think I think they should think I'm perfect or something. NO. Not the case. But there I get confused, because if what I think I'm doing is reliably misinterpreted by absolutely everybody, then who's right? I'd *like* to think I am. They're my emotions with my own reasons.
God. Now I feel so stereotypical. *ahem* NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! WHY CAN'T ANYBODY SEE MY SIDE OF THINGS!? I'M SO ALONE AND MISERABLE. *cough* I wish I could digress as I normally do. But for some reason I can't.
Sydney J. Harris
And now I feel tiny. GOD DAMNIT! If I'm not allowed to get angry since that means I'm letting others control me, what do I fucking DO? Could someone explain that to me? I know it shouldn't get me angry but it DOES! So now what? Smolder? Spasm at the ensuing lack of fulfillment and compensation??? That turns it into depression, damnit! And last I checked, that's just as bad! Just less enthusiastic. Fuckin' hell. I would have to punch several people with babies* to feel fulfilled right now, so how do I replace that? Music at this point does jack shit. Geez.
*The image is of using babies to pummel people. The people in question are not parents.
Today, my name is Vinnie Garvin McPiss
Voice: LOVE all frickin' day. I can't get it out of my head.
Reading: None. Woops.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Read for Solomon. Yay.
I just got into a rather foul mood. And there's not a damn thing I can think to do to solve the problem. And I don't want to have it just marinate. I can't say anything for fear the problem will hunt me down. Grr. Angerangerangerangerangerangeranger. Not getting things makes me angry. Not getting people, things, and then when I get angry people get angry at me, and think I think they should think I'm perfect or something. NO. Not the case. But there I get confused, because if what I think I'm doing is reliably misinterpreted by absolutely everybody, then who's right? I'd *like* to think I am. They're my emotions with my own reasons.
God. Now I feel so stereotypical. *ahem* NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! WHY CAN'T ANYBODY SEE MY SIDE OF THINGS!? I'M SO ALONE AND MISERABLE. *cough* I wish I could digress as I normally do. But for some reason I can't.
If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?
Sydney J. Harris
And now I feel tiny. GOD DAMNIT! If I'm not allowed to get angry since that means I'm letting others control me, what do I fucking DO? Could someone explain that to me? I know it shouldn't get me angry but it DOES! So now what? Smolder? Spasm at the ensuing lack of fulfillment and compensation??? That turns it into depression, damnit! And last I checked, that's just as bad! Just less enthusiastic. Fuckin' hell. I would have to punch several people with babies* to feel fulfilled right now, so how do I replace that? Music at this point does jack shit. Geez.
*The image is of using babies to pummel people. The people in question are not parents.
Today, my name is Vinnie Garvin McPiss
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
One piano key is a beat
Exercise: Sit-ups and leg-lifts. I'm trying to make my stomach nice. :/
Voice: Heh. Funny story. Demonstrations in my music theory class. And the best part is, they think I'm humble. Ha!
Reading: Alas, I had class.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Watched bits and pieces of Raging Bull after coming in late. Helped Lea with retrieving her stuff, and met the props master from Two Rivers. Andrea, I believe her name was.
So yeah. Interesting day. And ended on a decent note. I'm totally beasting my music theory class. It looks like I will definitely be learning something soon, like, chord notation, but it's very slow. Odd thing is, I'm not bored. I'm just not learning much. Finished my "homework" in about 45 seconds. A page of rhythm notation. Not hard. But as I've said repeatedly, I'm getting very interesting insight to how other people view music. Especially the law major who sits next to me. She asks very interesting questions. Like if I'd tutor her in math. XD They think I'm some sort of little genius. It's sort of fun, really. *shrug* Bedtime now. Read dome Farenheit 451 before actually falling asleep.
Today, my name is Mendelssohn
Voice: Heh. Funny story. Demonstrations in my music theory class. And the best part is, they think I'm humble. Ha!
Reading: Alas, I had class.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Watched bits and pieces of Raging Bull after coming in late. Helped Lea with retrieving her stuff, and met the props master from Two Rivers. Andrea, I believe her name was.
So yeah. Interesting day. And ended on a decent note. I'm totally beasting my music theory class. It looks like I will definitely be learning something soon, like, chord notation, but it's very slow. Odd thing is, I'm not bored. I'm just not learning much. Finished my "homework" in about 45 seconds. A page of rhythm notation. Not hard. But as I've said repeatedly, I'm getting very interesting insight to how other people view music. Especially the law major who sits next to me. She asks very interesting questions. Like if I'd tutor her in math. XD They think I'm some sort of little genius. It's sort of fun, really. *shrug* Bedtime now. Read dome Farenheit 451 before actually falling asleep.
Today, my name is Mendelssohn
Friday, May 22, 2009
Solve, Dissolve, Resolve
Exercise: 40 sit-ups, 40 leg-lifts
Voice: Dance Myself to Sleep. Ironic, no?
Reading: I CAN HAZ ARE LAYDEE UV 121ST STREET NAO?
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Ended up doing the latter half of the fight scene for Marshall Jones. And hot damn it felt weird, but apparently it went decently well.
If only my resolve in the wee hours of the morning could carry over to the rest of the day. 20 minutes ago, I looked myself in the mirror and said, "I am going to do sit-ups 'til I can't breath." And I just about did. I separated it with leg-lifts, but similar muscles. As it turns out, my couches are a marvelous distance apart to use as bracing. I can tuck my feet under the one for sit-ups, and if I stretch out with my hands just under the other above my head, I can use the first as a reference for how far down to bring my legs for the leg-lifts.
Heh. Couches is diapers in french. I think.
But this has just been an adrenaline-filled evening. Exercise resolve, raccoon encounter, utter frustration and confusion. On the whole, it's ended rather well, except for that I should've been asleep 3 hours ago. But alas, it would seem that whatever I've got, be it allergies or a cold, makes me very tired. I did, indeed, nap this afternoon/evening, from about 5:30 to about 7:30. And of course, any naps translate into twice as much lost sleep. SO chances are I won't get to sleep for another hour. Isn't that just marvelous?
Chhhhhhhanyways. This may sound a tad odd, but I rather want someone to beat the shit out of me. I could go into further detail, but that's the basic idea. Or just overpower me immensely. Anybody?
I feel like I'm turning into a logic-obsessed freak. Like, more than usual. It seems perfectly "logical" to me that since I don't fully understand edrenaline rushes, in either expressed form, that I should try to induce them. And what better way than have someone beat me senseless? Chances are, initially, I will fight, and then I'll turn to the flight part. But that's just my hypothesis. What about my experiment? And is it *really* a good idea? Probably not. But many things are not good ideas. Most of what I do contains many, many not good ideas. Would this one be any different? Generally the rest don't involve physical harm.
Oy. What a day. I'm becoming nocturnal, like any good teenager.
Today, my name is Dominic Gorman. Apparently, two of me exist on Facebook already. And I just made me up! :D
Voice: Dance Myself to Sleep. Ironic, no?
Reading: I CAN HAZ ARE LAYDEE UV 121ST STREET NAO?
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Ended up doing the latter half of the fight scene for Marshall Jones. And hot damn it felt weird, but apparently it went decently well.
If only my resolve in the wee hours of the morning could carry over to the rest of the day. 20 minutes ago, I looked myself in the mirror and said, "I am going to do sit-ups 'til I can't breath." And I just about did. I separated it with leg-lifts, but similar muscles. As it turns out, my couches are a marvelous distance apart to use as bracing. I can tuck my feet under the one for sit-ups, and if I stretch out with my hands just under the other above my head, I can use the first as a reference for how far down to bring my legs for the leg-lifts.
Heh. Couches is diapers in french. I think.
But this has just been an adrenaline-filled evening. Exercise resolve, raccoon encounter, utter frustration and confusion. On the whole, it's ended rather well, except for that I should've been asleep 3 hours ago. But alas, it would seem that whatever I've got, be it allergies or a cold, makes me very tired. I did, indeed, nap this afternoon/evening, from about 5:30 to about 7:30. And of course, any naps translate into twice as much lost sleep. SO chances are I won't get to sleep for another hour. Isn't that just marvelous?
Chhhhhhhanyways. This may sound a tad odd, but I rather want someone to beat the shit out of me. I could go into further detail, but that's the basic idea. Or just overpower me immensely. Anybody?
I feel like I'm turning into a logic-obsessed freak. Like, more than usual. It seems perfectly "logical" to me that since I don't fully understand edrenaline rushes, in either expressed form, that I should try to induce them. And what better way than have someone beat me senseless? Chances are, initially, I will fight, and then I'll turn to the flight part. But that's just my hypothesis. What about my experiment? And is it *really* a good idea? Probably not. But many things are not good ideas. Most of what I do contains many, many not good ideas. Would this one be any different? Generally the rest don't involve physical harm.
Oy. What a day. I'm becoming nocturnal, like any good teenager.
Today, my name is Dominic Gorman. Apparently, two of me exist on Facebook already. And I just made me up! :D
Thursday, May 7, 2009
We eat to live. I don't want to live.
Exercise: 50 yard dash. 4 times. Plus one more. Backwards. I shit you not.
Voice: Holy crap, how'd I miss this???
Reading: Well, I watched the freshman showcase.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Helped with the final set-up for the showcase. Taped the seats. And then ran stick river.
So, I dunno 'bout y'all, but I was pleasantly surprised by the freshman showcase. It had some marvelous moments. In order of favorite:
Harriet Tubman
La Maestra
Night Swim
Time Flies
Zari and Scarlett both have beautiful voices. Ari is, of course, hilarious. Etc, etc, etc.
What bugged me about Time Flies, though, was the placement of the ladybug table. It was right up front. I kept on thinking about that rocking horse you told us about. I felt like it was supposed to do or symbolize something.
I couldn't hear what was going on in Night Swim. I got the general gist, but I just couldn't hear very well.
Of course, I did not understand La Maestra, but it was visually stunning. Props to J. Blodgett. I'm gonna get the translation from Scarlett tomorrow, in her words, sos I can better understand it and judge it better.
Harriet Tubman was rather surprising. I wasn't expecting such a voice from Zari. I just wish she could transfer it more effectively into her speaking voice. And I don't know exactly what she did, but Leigh set up the timing and such with Daria's better moments to the point that every time she told Zari to breath, I found myself inhaling. Very powerful.
Of course, not the best, but it was better than I had expected, especially after all the panic. And I can definitely see the room to grow.
One tech thing: The transition from Time Flies to La Maestra took forEVER. But I guess there's nothing to be done what with bringing the syc down.
Voice: Holy crap, how'd I miss this???
Reading: Well, I watched the freshman showcase.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Helped with the final set-up for the showcase. Taped the seats. And then ran stick river.
So, I dunno 'bout y'all, but I was pleasantly surprised by the freshman showcase. It had some marvelous moments. In order of favorite:
Harriet Tubman
La Maestra
Night Swim
Time Flies
Zari and Scarlett both have beautiful voices. Ari is, of course, hilarious. Etc, etc, etc.
What bugged me about Time Flies, though, was the placement of the ladybug table. It was right up front. I kept on thinking about that rocking horse you told us about. I felt like it was supposed to do or symbolize something.
I couldn't hear what was going on in Night Swim. I got the general gist, but I just couldn't hear very well.
Of course, I did not understand La Maestra, but it was visually stunning. Props to J. Blodgett. I'm gonna get the translation from Scarlett tomorrow, in her words, sos I can better understand it and judge it better.
Harriet Tubman was rather surprising. I wasn't expecting such a voice from Zari. I just wish she could transfer it more effectively into her speaking voice. And I don't know exactly what she did, but Leigh set up the timing and such with Daria's better moments to the point that every time she told Zari to breath, I found myself inhaling. Very powerful.
Of course, not the best, but it was better than I had expected, especially after all the panic. And I can definitely see the room to grow.
One tech thing: The transition from Time Flies to La Maestra took forEVER. But I guess there's nothing to be done what with bringing the syc down.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
You've got the AIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIDS
Exercise: Oops
Voice: Practice holding notes in the presence of half steps higher/lower, and other odd notes.
Reading: Once again, oops/
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): I did my duties, even though I did not get to go up in the catwalk. I won't be bitter if you promise to teach me the stuff up there sometime soon!
So, I just randomly looked through my *old* blog, and reminded myself of how I *used* to do these things. Like, find something artsy to talk about. I'm gonna do that again.
Barbershop quartets. I would love to try me one of them. The sheer skill required is great. And the sound is so incredibly unique. Can you imagine the group mindset for that shit? Like, one mind, one rhythm, 4 notes. Hot damn.
Voice: Practice holding notes in the presence of half steps higher/lower, and other odd notes.
Reading: Once again, oops/
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): I did my duties, even though I did not get to go up in the catwalk. I won't be bitter if you promise to teach me the stuff up there sometime soon!
So, I just randomly looked through my *old* blog, and reminded myself of how I *used* to do these things. Like, find something artsy to talk about. I'm gonna do that again.
Barbershop quartets. I would love to try me one of them. The sheer skill required is great. And the sound is so incredibly unique. Can you imagine the group mindset for that shit? Like, one mind, one rhythm, 4 notes. Hot damn.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I wish I could write down a whistle.
I fell asleep. I think I caught, gestated, and slept off whatever Emily has. Oh, and 100 for escorting Fiona about, and running lines.
Anyways. Talking to my Uncle may be one of the best things ever. I haven't seen him in ages.
Woah. I just got a really creepy feeling. I'd prefer not to put it up on the internet, since I can't remember for the life of me who actually reads this.
Oh my. That just went and made me feel terrible. Eek.
*sinking feeling*
Anyways. Talking to my Uncle may be one of the best things ever. I haven't seen him in ages.
Woah. I just got a really creepy feeling. I'd prefer not to put it up on the internet, since I can't remember for the life of me who actually reads this.
Oh my. That just went and made me feel terrible. Eek.
*sinking feeling*
Monday, May 4, 2009
Ice Cream City
Exercise: I've grown stiff. I'm trying to fix this. Flexibilty.
Voice: Gounod's Ave Maria with Bach Prelude.
Reading: Frickin' Stevie
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Casey and I hung light 3 different ways, and none of them quite worked. But we hung. And taped. Etc.
So, for some odd reason, Philip Glass provides the perfect sort of driving repetition that helps me get work done. In theory, it should be great sleepytime music, but I can't really imagine falling asleep to this stuff. The way the rhythms evolve, it keeps my mind working rapidly but not to hard. Sort of like cruise control music analysis. I subconsciously pay attention for when the beats change, and when a note in a sequence bends half a step.
Hot damn I can't wait for that music theory class.
Today, my name is Wealthy von Richman
Voice: Gounod's Ave Maria with Bach Prelude.
Reading: Frickin' Stevie
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Casey and I hung light 3 different ways, and none of them quite worked. But we hung. And taped. Etc.
So, for some odd reason, Philip Glass provides the perfect sort of driving repetition that helps me get work done. In theory, it should be great sleepytime music, but I can't really imagine falling asleep to this stuff. The way the rhythms evolve, it keeps my mind working rapidly but not to hard. Sort of like cruise control music analysis. I subconsciously pay attention for when the beats change, and when a note in a sequence bends half a step.
Hot damn I can't wait for that music theory class.
Today, my name is Wealthy von Richman
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