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The one day I'll have to do a journal for the next two weeks.  Hi.

First off, 100 for today for assisting Casey in sound design/composition.  I tried preparing the piano in many different ways, though basically only the old paper tricks was of any real use.  Started toying around with the intro.  If/once I get my freaking speakers back from wherever they are, I'll hop on that.

And, for journal itself.  I'm absurdly excited for the drywall stilts.  I've been coming up with the static poses as best I can.  Well, not really static, but stationary.  Or something.  I also spent the time in which I usually nap day dreaming.  It was a fun trip.  By some strange definition of fun.  I'm not sure how much I actually accomplished, but I gave it a shot.

I sat outside today!

And read a book!  A muthafuckin' BOOK!

Anyways.

Wasn't actually in class today, so no participation.

Journal:

I'm trying to find an ideal target for studying for Blake.  I honestly don't think just "the kids in school" will work, because they're all too....I dunno. Loud?  Social?  I mean, to my knowledge, a very select few actually game, and within them, they're basically all the nerdy type.  Not so much the addict type.  Am I stereotyping too much?  Basically, this is a paragraph to let you know I am thinking about it.

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Just woke up in a daze and realized I habn't done my jounral for this evening.  I'll do the actual journal tomorrow, but participation now:

100 for helping with taping and masonaite and stuff.  Got one side taped, and helped yo with some of the cube-tracking.  Eurgh,  good night.

"White cats can't jump"

So, this HSPA week is actually proving invaluable on most fronts.  Except for the actual HSPA.  I'm really enjoying sitting in on the directing periods now and again with seniors.  Knowing bits from the other side is helping me some with what to be doing for the acting standpoint.  I guess hearing the lecture more academically rather than as part of a rehearsal put it in a different perspective.  So I've been applying that different viewpoint to my scenes in N3RD.  In between naps.

So, since I was actually in class today, 100 for helping with the camera, getting the boom and cable from the auditorium, and such.  'Twas nice to be in class rather than at HSPA.  Alas, back again tomorrow, but I learned more about the camera today.  Well, not about the camera itself, but about the importing of the footage, and the first step of editing.

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Participation doesn't really apply today, does it.  Huh.  I mean, I did enjoy sitting in on the directing lecture, but that wasn't my class, so whatever.


Okay, constructing the other third of the conversation in scene 9:


I'm here. 
 -Where?
At the final house. 
 -I don't see you.
In the bushes by the front door. 
 -OK,I'll be right there.
Well hurry up. 
 -I said I'll be right there!  Hang on!
My Cologne du Corpse is wearing off. They're gonna smell me. 
 -Dude, can you wait 2 seconds?
Please just get your ass over here.


There you are, man! I was getting lonely. 
 -Yeah, yeah.  You ready?  Let's go in!
Yeah, I'm ready. In a minute. Calm down. Don't you think, um…Don't you think we should wait for the rest of the team?
 -Why?  They're still a level behind.  We can do this.
Yeah I know we can, it's just--l have to check my armor one more time. 
 -Okay...
And refill my Sugar Rush. 
 -Jesus, can we please just go in?
And um ... 
 -Fuck it.
hey, get off the porch, get back in the bushes, I'm not ready yet!
 -Blake, you're just stalling so--
I am NOT stalling--! 

Shit, she makes me insane. 

 -Wonderful.  Can we just go the fuck in?

No, I'm not ready yet. 

 -Stop being such a pussy

It's not about being a pussy you douche--listen--there was this woman. 

 -At your house?

I wish--no--in the game. I couldn't tell if she was a Zombie or a player. She looked like Cody's mom and kept asking if I'd seen him. 

 -It was him trying to freak you out.

Yeah, I thought at first it was Cody being a total weirdo, but. Something was off. She kept saying, don’t go in.  

 -*That's* why you're taking so fucking long?  Dude--

I know it’s lame, but—

 -Why the fuck am I on your team...

Look, shut up--I took care of it! That's her on the sidewalk. I bashed her head in.

Grrrw, I just got the things-are-gonna-change-around-here speech. But nothing ever does. So to hell with it--let's go in. 

 -Finally!

Get up here and cover me. 

 -I got you.

I'm trying the front door ... oh weird, weird ... it's opening on its own. 

 -What's it look like?

I can't see anything inside. 

 -Oh boy

You ready? 

 -Have been for 3 weeks.

OK. 

 -Well?  Go in!

I'm in, I'm in! 

 -Where'd you go?

I'm behind the sofa, come on. 

 -Okay, I'm with you.

Shit I saw something move.

 -Where?

In the light of the television. 

 -What was it?

I don't know--just get up the stairs--it's in the bedroom at the top. Bedroom at the top. 

 -At the top.  Gonna open--

Wait, don't open the door yet.

 -Fucking hell.  Why not?

Do you hear that? 

 -I do now, yeah

Shit, my heart is pounding.

 -I think it's gone.

OK, ready man. 

 -Ready.

Opening the door ... I'm ... opening the door ...

BLAKE: Get out. Get out of the room get out of the house. Get out get out get out get out get out get out shit the front door is locked.

JOY: I locked the front door.

BLAKE: Are you there man? We're in trouble!

    -Dude, calm down!  We can take whatever it is.  We have weapons.

JOY: All night I've heard sirens.

BLAKE: I'm unarmed. I dropped my hammer somewhere on the stairs.

Oooooy

My voice was doing weird things in choir tonight.  'Twas not fun.  And the Part is starting to feel boring.  We did get a performance CD though, and it *sounds* really cool.

So yes.  I left my script at school, but I started constructing the other half of the conversation for my whole headset thing.  I'll be finishing that today.  And I'll probably type it up here as my journal.

100 for today for doing the speed-through, and not messing up too horribly.  Read the other bits for other people.  And so on.