PG= 100
Today we did production, both for freshies and for showcase. I continued through the pit-lifting, even after getting smashed in the shins. Also set a deadline to have a play picked out.
Theatre Journal:
Chelsea has my book right now, so I can't really reread Old Times at the moment.
I looked through those two books. The Funeral Plays doesn't have any that match our requirements, ie too old, wrong gender, or wrong number of people, and the Humana Festival one doesn't have one acts. They're all full length, and most of them require 5 or 6 people as well. SHIT. I forgot to get the camera. I'll text you when I wake up in the morning.
Dance Journal:
I still submit that I did not throw a tantrum. I think I was just confused and a tad flustered at how to go about that last pose. :P Anyways, I can't even remember what we did first period at this point. Oh wait. Just came back to me. History. I liked that video. It pleased me that they weren't just getting the Oxford and Yale students who need something to do. Especially fond of the whole concentricity, which I realize may not be a word, and I should probably warn people when I'm doing that.
Gabe Journal:
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Je croyais être prêt pour cela
Dammit. I forgot to physically post this.
PG= 100
History today. Rocked the happening. Came up with a good metaphor to use for an essay.
Theatre Journal:
Notes for Old Times to keep in mind when I reread: The use of memory as a weapon. Take nothing literally. Everything is metaphorical. It's possible the women are the same person.Keep track of each interpretation of the past. What does each mean?
Dance Journal:
After we did get started today, I was reminded once again of how disproportionate I am. I need to muscle up my upper body like hell. Abs, arms, shoulder, and so on. Also, necesito cardio. Did okay with the combinations, and choreographed that small double-helix thing.Gabe Journal:
PG= 100
History today. Rocked the happening. Came up with a good metaphor to use for an essay.
Theatre Journal:
Notes for Old Times to keep in mind when I reread: The use of memory as a weapon. Take nothing literally. Everything is metaphorical. It's possible the women are the same person.Keep track of each interpretation of the past. What does each mean?
Dance Journal:
After we did get started today, I was reminded once again of how disproportionate I am. I need to muscle up my upper body like hell. Abs, arms, shoulder, and so on. Also, necesito cardio. Did okay with the combinations, and choreographed that small double-helix thing.Gabe Journal:
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Fecit potentiam
PG= 100
Movement today. I kicked ass, and walked it. And yay for having an almost completely neutral walk.
Theatre Journal:
I have currently lent Chelsea my Norton, but I did read Old Times. I think I may want to do the scene with Glenn. Now that I think about it, even if it isn't as broad-spectrum as I had hoped, I do have other things I can submit to colleges. I (will) have the DVD of my choreography, and I have a CD of the last Philo concert. I definitely still want to do Sonnet 94, but perhaps as a long-term project. Sort of disappointed in myself, and I feel like I'm abandoning the project proper, but it's probably for the best.
Dance Journal:
Ballet today. Wrote down some of the combinations at the beginning, before I had to leave. Plies in fourth are a bitch, but I've grown better at holding relevee. Still need to figure out the end part of the possible flash mob phrase. The whole floor part.
Gabe Journal:
Choir was nice. I actually rather enjoy learning Christmas carols because I don't know half of them, so to me it's just another piece of music that happens to be catchy, sing-songy, and fun.
Movement today. I kicked ass, and walked it. And yay for having an almost completely neutral walk.
Theatre Journal:
I have currently lent Chelsea my Norton, but I did read Old Times. I think I may want to do the scene with Glenn. Now that I think about it, even if it isn't as broad-spectrum as I had hoped, I do have other things I can submit to colleges. I (will) have the DVD of my choreography, and I have a CD of the last Philo concert. I definitely still want to do Sonnet 94, but perhaps as a long-term project. Sort of disappointed in myself, and I feel like I'm abandoning the project proper, but it's probably for the best.
Dance Journal:
Ballet today. Wrote down some of the combinations at the beginning, before I had to leave. Plies in fourth are a bitch, but I've grown better at holding relevee. Still need to figure out the end part of the possible flash mob phrase. The whole floor part.
Gabe Journal:
Choir was nice. I actually rather enjoy learning Christmas carols because I don't know half of them, so to me it's just another piece of music that happens to be catchy, sing-songy, and fun.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Neo-Bloggerism
So I didn't do my PG on Friday because I was at the Neo-Futurists with Brian. I'm doing it now in the possibly vain hope that you will still accept it. Same applies to my dance journal for the other you to whom I now speak. Teehee.
PG= 100
I read my SOC which was possibly laden with some good ideas. I also slapped together a sample biographical essay starter. Got constructive notes on it, such as my overuse of over-flowery language. I need to use small words more.
Theatre Journal:
N'est pas applicable en Vendredi.
Dance Journal:
We worked on what might possibly become a flash mob. Which would be definitely totally awesome, by the way. I'm finding that I have some trouble in modulating the amount of looseness in my body. I can tighten as much as needed, in any increment, but I seem to go from "kinda-loose" to "Gabe, calm down" without meaning to. But I think I've got the choreography, after speed learning it.
Gabe Journal:
THE NEOS RULE. That is all.
PG= 100
I read my SOC which was possibly laden with some good ideas. I also slapped together a sample biographical essay starter. Got constructive notes on it, such as my overuse of over-flowery language. I need to use small words more.
Theatre Journal:
N'est pas applicable en Vendredi.
Dance Journal:
We worked on what might possibly become a flash mob. Which would be definitely totally awesome, by the way. I'm finding that I have some trouble in modulating the amount of looseness in my body. I can tighten as much as needed, in any increment, but I seem to go from "kinda-loose" to "Gabe, calm down" without meaning to. But I think I've got the choreography, after speed learning it.
Gabe Journal:
THE NEOS RULE. That is all.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I would be witty, but frankly, not in a great mood.
PG= 100
First of all, I've become more comfortable with Meisner. Second of all, spent two full periods repeating my fucking sonnet over and over again, trying to get somewhere with it, spewing out liquid thought-shit. But back to the happy, Meisnery thoughts. I can be natural and let things happen.
Theatre Journal:
We were speaking of that whole mania/depression thing? Well, let's just say I'm in none too good of a mood right now after looking through my footage. I have no idea what I achieved today, if anything. I mean, you came up with this wonderful idea for how to spew, but I can't think of any; how the fuck am I going to do this? My only option is to forge onward, and I shall, but I'm really scared. Also, small request: I know some people can have a script written in a week. I've seen them. Sadly, I am not, at least not yet, one of those people, and I would greatly appreciate not being compared to them until after the show is done. It does not help, and it puts me in a mood.
Dance Journal:
So. Made it through some of the workout part of the day. And then proceeded to look very silly whilst doing things that look fine on other people. Woo. Knee hurt a tad after the rollers and tornado-slide-things. But I've got the choreography. Beyond that, not much to say about today.
Gabe Journal:
I think I may know something's up when I feel the need to go for a walk in stilts to feel tall. I'm starting to feel simultaneously cooped up and isolated. Retrospectively, those don't seem like opposites, but in my mind it's the more agoraphobic style of isolation, the whole standing-in-a-field-with-no-one-else-around kind. Got to see Riley today, which was good. He got his binders. Still getting used to the pronouns, but whatever. I need to see the neos this weekend, be it tomorrow or Saturday. May end up being tomorrow. I'm being so easily distracted right now. I should probably just try to go to sleep. Maybe I'll go through my footage again before I do.
First of all, I've become more comfortable with Meisner. Second of all, spent two full periods repeating my fucking sonnet over and over again, trying to get somewhere with it, spewing out liquid thought-shit. But back to the happy, Meisnery thoughts. I can be natural and let things happen.
Theatre Journal:
We were speaking of that whole mania/depression thing? Well, let's just say I'm in none too good of a mood right now after looking through my footage. I have no idea what I achieved today, if anything. I mean, you came up with this wonderful idea for how to spew, but I can't think of any; how the fuck am I going to do this? My only option is to forge onward, and I shall, but I'm really scared. Also, small request: I know some people can have a script written in a week. I've seen them. Sadly, I am not, at least not yet, one of those people, and I would greatly appreciate not being compared to them until after the show is done. It does not help, and it puts me in a mood.
Dance Journal:
So. Made it through some of the workout part of the day. And then proceeded to look very silly whilst doing things that look fine on other people. Woo. Knee hurt a tad after the rollers and tornado-slide-things. But I've got the choreography. Beyond that, not much to say about today.
Gabe Journal:
I think I may know something's up when I feel the need to go for a walk in stilts to feel tall. I'm starting to feel simultaneously cooped up and isolated. Retrospectively, those don't seem like opposites, but in my mind it's the more agoraphobic style of isolation, the whole standing-in-a-field-with-no-one-else-around kind. Got to see Riley today, which was good. He got his binders. Still getting used to the pronouns, but whatever. I need to see the neos this weekend, be it tomorrow or Saturday. May end up being tomorrow. I'm being so easily distracted right now. I should probably just try to go to sleep. Maybe I'll go through my footage again before I do.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
PG= 100
Spotted Hannah and Jessica up the catwalk ladder. Taught Alicia and Jessica about screw guns, marley, and sweeping. Had the showcase meeting.
Theatre Journal:
Must. Journal. Must. Keep. 100. So, after some self-talk and self-scold and self-evaluation, I've decided that in order to perhaps put at least some structure to the "vomiting" process, I'm going to, over the next few days, do several, extended, focused SOCs. I've been asleep most of this afternoon/evening, yet am still tired, so this will begin tomorrow. As for right now, I'm going to bed so I may not be dead in the morning.
Dance Journal:
Ballet was...good. I guess. Good thing, did not enjoy it quite so much today. I did some numbers in my head; 4 years ago I was around 4 inches shorter and 60 pounds lighter, so the same mechanics do not work any more. They're going to be difficult to un/re-learn. Especially turns and one-legged landing. I'm just bigger. And in worse shape than I was.
Gabe Journal:
Considering cutting out the upper portion of my spine-adjacent muscles (erector spinae?) on the right side so they'll stop hurting. I can't take these headaches much more.
Spotted Hannah and Jessica up the catwalk ladder. Taught Alicia and Jessica about screw guns, marley, and sweeping. Had the showcase meeting.
Theatre Journal:
Must. Journal. Must. Keep. 100. So, after some self-talk and self-scold and self-evaluation, I've decided that in order to perhaps put at least some structure to the "vomiting" process, I'm going to, over the next few days, do several, extended, focused SOCs. I've been asleep most of this afternoon/evening, yet am still tired, so this will begin tomorrow. As for right now, I'm going to bed so I may not be dead in the morning.
Dance Journal:
Ballet was...good. I guess. Good thing, did not enjoy it quite so much today. I did some numbers in my head; 4 years ago I was around 4 inches shorter and 60 pounds lighter, so the same mechanics do not work any more. They're going to be difficult to un/re-learn. Especially turns and one-legged landing. I'm just bigger. And in worse shape than I was.
Gabe Journal:
Considering cutting out the upper portion of my spine-adjacent muscles (erector spinae?) on the right side so they'll stop hurting. I can't take these headaches much more.
Oh my. Thank you, Blogger, for not posting properly.
PG= 100
Did headshots today. Went well. I don't look creepy! Also got the room all spiffeh for parents' night. Oh! And since I stayed after, extra credit!
Theatre Journal:
Exempt due to staying after. You know where I was.
Dance Journal:
The photoshoot went well today. Seemed fairly quick and efficient, and we got some great pictures. Not much else to say, I suppose.
Gabe Journal:
Did headshots today. Went well. I don't look creepy! Also got the room all spiffeh for parents' night. Oh! And since I stayed after, extra credit!
Theatre Journal:
Exempt due to staying after. You know where I was.
Dance Journal:
The photoshoot went well today. Seemed fairly quick and efficient, and we got some great pictures. Not much else to say, I suppose.
Gabe Journal:
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The other people's name was MacGregor.
PG=100
Did more Boal today. These first parts come naturally to me by this point. Reremembered the imprtance of breathing in those exercises. Freshmen did well.
Theatre Journal:
Okay, so I can't figure out which way to to start with my showcase. I need a concept, but I can't overthink it too much (the whole vomiting thing). I keep on flopping back and forth and not really getting anywhere.
Dance Journal:
My god I've become lopsided. The tors to the right almost killed me. I definitely need to work on that. Also, wish we had gotten to a little more pilates before I had to leave.
Gabe Journal:
Did more Boal today. These first parts come naturally to me by this point. Reremembered the imprtance of breathing in those exercises. Freshmen did well.
Theatre Journal:
Okay, so I can't figure out which way to to start with my showcase. I need a concept, but I can't overthink it too much (the whole vomiting thing). I keep on flopping back and forth and not really getting anywhere.
Dance Journal:
My god I've become lopsided. The tors to the right almost killed me. I definitely need to work on that. Also, wish we had gotten to a little more pilates before I had to leave.
Gabe Journal:
Friday, September 17, 2010
Good yantif
PG= 100
Participated in three little scenelets and was rudely interupted :P. Good finish to the week. Sebastian is really promising. Hannah weirder me out a bit.
Theatre Journal: Dance Journal: Gabe Journal:
Participated in three little scenelets and was rudely interupted :P. Good finish to the week. Sebastian is really promising. Hannah weirder me out a bit.
Theatre Journal: Dance Journal: Gabe Journal:
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Lindsay Olives
PG= 100
Thank you so much for the senior periods to work on showcase. Today was really helpful. I'm really close to having complete understanding, and I'm getting into the right mindset for how to produce something that will work.
Theatre Journal:
Showcasey stuff, as you said I could do. I'm trying really hard to just vomit. I'm starting in the area I suppose I"m most comfortable, the music. This evening I've established three possibilities for music. I hope to come up with several more, and hopefully of more varied style. Maybe. It could be that the reason I'm only coming up with this sort of thing is that it's what works in my mind. Anyways, next thing to tackle is figuring out if I want any additional text, which I believe I do. Once again, vomiting like a firehose onto a piece of paper is the goal. I'm not going to tackle the dance portion until I stop hurting quite so much from, well dance.
Dance Journal:
Luckily, feeling a little bit better every day. Not too thrilled about the gap smack in the middle, but I'm very happy with the two periods a day. Warmups hurt like a bitch today, with the lower back stretch against the wall. Improv went well though. It's strange, there are many analogs between dance and theatre, but improv isn't one of them. At least, not yet. So far it's a totally different experience. I'm just curious as to why I'm so twitchy with my eyes closed. Whoa. Flashback.
Gabe Journal:
I'm very happy for Chelsea. Her internship is happening. I am a slob. My room is terrifying. I'm going up to Purchase for Yom Kippur tomorrow. Three hours in transit. I will be bored out of my mind. Talking to mom about college prices. I've got the extremes going on: CalArts at, what, $50,000? And Montclair at an almost guaranteed free ride. Oh, god, I have to get my SATs 20 points higher. Now the goal is to get them 120 points higher. That may be rough. Eek. I need to go for a bike ride. Get some fresh air.
Thank you so much for the senior periods to work on showcase. Today was really helpful. I'm really close to having complete understanding, and I'm getting into the right mindset for how to produce something that will work.
Theatre Journal:
Showcasey stuff, as you said I could do. I'm trying really hard to just vomit. I'm starting in the area I suppose I"m most comfortable, the music. This evening I've established three possibilities for music. I hope to come up with several more, and hopefully of more varied style. Maybe. It could be that the reason I'm only coming up with this sort of thing is that it's what works in my mind. Anyways, next thing to tackle is figuring out if I want any additional text, which I believe I do. Once again, vomiting like a firehose onto a piece of paper is the goal. I'm not going to tackle the dance portion until I stop hurting quite so much from, well dance.
Dance Journal:
Luckily, feeling a little bit better every day. Not too thrilled about the gap smack in the middle, but I'm very happy with the two periods a day. Warmups hurt like a bitch today, with the lower back stretch against the wall. Improv went well though. It's strange, there are many analogs between dance and theatre, but improv isn't one of them. At least, not yet. So far it's a totally different experience. I'm just curious as to why I'm so twitchy with my eyes closed. Whoa. Flashback.
Gabe Journal:
I'm very happy for Chelsea. Her internship is happening. I am a slob. My room is terrifying. I'm going up to Purchase for Yom Kippur tomorrow. Three hours in transit. I will be bored out of my mind. Talking to mom about college prices. I've got the extremes going on: CalArts at, what, $50,000? And Montclair at an almost guaranteed free ride. Oh, god, I have to get my SATs 20 points higher. Now the goal is to get them 120 points higher. That may be rough. Eek. I need to go for a bike ride. Get some fresh air.
No, really.
Sheize. Tried too hard to fall asleep, and forgot about this. Merf.
PG=100
Stayed on my toes in regards to helping teach the freshmen theatre safety. Described the three-point rule of ladders. Also remembered about the shudders on lights.
Theatre Journal:
Now for my memory-saver for Old Times (hurhur). Overriding theme: memory, and its fragility and power. It's ambiguous as hell, offering about 3 different pasts, each of which is ostensibly true, but no solid proof to back up each one. Lou said there's that debate that Anna and Kate may be the same person, that it could all be in Deeley's head. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Something to think about when I reread it. What I find ridiculous is that Pinter wrote the entire thing as basically idle chitchat. And it's still engaging.It's just three middle-aged people sitting around and talking about and arguing about their past. There is the recurring theme of their relationships in regard to the movie Odd Man Out, which I'll have to look up at some point.
Dance Journal:
I was so grateful to do yoga today. I mean, I'm terrible at it, but it was wonderful to stretch out. Was mildly concerned; in downward dog, even if I made a concerted effort to keep breathing, it still felt like blood was rushing to my head. Is that just me needing to do cardio? Anyways, had some fun with the combination for rep. Was rather glad not to have the mirror. I probably looked like a fool. But I think i finally got the hang of the syncopated hip/shoulder walk.
Gabe Journal:
PG=100
Stayed on my toes in regards to helping teach the freshmen theatre safety. Described the three-point rule of ladders. Also remembered about the shudders on lights.
Theatre Journal:
Now for my memory-saver for Old Times (hurhur). Overriding theme: memory, and its fragility and power. It's ambiguous as hell, offering about 3 different pasts, each of which is ostensibly true, but no solid proof to back up each one. Lou said there's that debate that Anna and Kate may be the same person, that it could all be in Deeley's head. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Something to think about when I reread it. What I find ridiculous is that Pinter wrote the entire thing as basically idle chitchat. And it's still engaging.It's just three middle-aged people sitting around and talking about and arguing about their past. There is the recurring theme of their relationships in regard to the movie Odd Man Out, which I'll have to look up at some point.
Dance Journal:
I was so grateful to do yoga today. I mean, I'm terrible at it, but it was wonderful to stretch out. Was mildly concerned; in downward dog, even if I made a concerted effort to keep breathing, it still felt like blood was rushing to my head. Is that just me needing to do cardio? Anyways, had some fun with the combination for rep. Was rather glad not to have the mirror. I probably looked like a fool. But I think i finally got the hang of the syncopated hip/shoulder walk.
Gabe Journal:
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
It hurts! It hurts so bad!
PG=100
Started Theatre in the 70s. I'm proud of me for remembering most of the stuff. Also happy I managed to properly phrase the difference between for-profit and non-for-profit.
Theatre Journal:
I'm going to collect my thoughts on Buried Child sos I don't forget. So I may look at that VInce monologue right near the end. I do needs me them monologues. Ah geez. But yeah. I want to do more research on how Sam Shepard makes use of different mythologies. There's the whole corn-god thing going on, along with the triple-death of burial thing.
Dance Journal:
OUCH. Hot damn today hurt. It's simultaneously awesome that I have the ballet background and terrible. My body still remembers what it has to do; trouble is, it can't do it right now, but is still trying to. Hence, pain from hell making it, shall we say, problematic to walk at the moment. Yay for knee braces with built-in pouches for ice packs.
Gabe Journal:
Dun wanna today.
Started Theatre in the 70s. I'm proud of me for remembering most of the stuff. Also happy I managed to properly phrase the difference between for-profit and non-for-profit.
Theatre Journal:
I'm going to collect my thoughts on Buried Child sos I don't forget. So I may look at that VInce monologue right near the end. I do needs me them monologues. Ah geez. But yeah. I want to do more research on how Sam Shepard makes use of different mythologies. There's the whole corn-god thing going on, along with the triple-death of burial thing.
Dance Journal:
OUCH. Hot damn today hurt. It's simultaneously awesome that I have the ballet background and terrible. My body still remembers what it has to do; trouble is, it can't do it right now, but is still trying to. Hence, pain from hell making it, shall we say, problematic to walk at the moment. Yay for knee braces with built-in pouches for ice packs.
Gabe Journal:
Dun wanna today.
100th post!
Yay for first proper blog of the year! FYI to Aladren, I have to blog for dance as well, so this will now be a dual-purpose blog.
PG= 100
We started movement with the freshies today. First of all, very proud of them for catching on so quickly. Second of all, it felt amazing to get back into it. I'm glad I was a (seemingly) effective example. And sorry for almost dropping you.
Theatre Journal:
Seeing as I've already finished Buried Child and Old Times, I'll be a-bloggin' about Death and the King's Horseman. I still haven't gotten past scene 1. I'm really hoping what you say is true. So far I have almost no information to work off of in terms of characters or plot or anything. Just a bunch of Yoruban, Syinka-freaking-out-Western-theatre-goers ritualistic stuff. It's a neat intro to Yoruban culture, which I may do some additional research on, even if I don't use DatKH for my paper, but I still don't have much in the way of a play yet.
Dance Journal:
Oh Jesus Christ I'm so happy the school year has started. Totally thrilled that I get to do two periods of dance, even with the interrupt of history. Gonna need a lot of stretching: I feel about as tense as a(n) {insert analogy here}. But as far as I can tell, my body still remembers how to move, in general. Improv went well? Maybe? I mean, it's only day 1 (for me), so I can't say a whole lot yet. Tomorrow, then! Woo! Oh, and I missed any curriculum-ish stuff that may have been covered, so I have no clue what day brings what. And I must remember! I must talk to you tomorrow!
Gabe Journal:
This was an awesome day. Dance, movement, and choir. This is my Monday. For the rest of the year. Well, at least until my concert in a couple months. I am so incredibly excited. I'm positively giddy and inebriated off of joy. Or something along those lines. Except for that I can't listen to my totally awesome concert CD from spring, due to brother breaking CD tray 4 fucking months ago and never managing to fix it. I still can't figure out what the hell he did that has it jammed so tight.
PG= 100
We started movement with the freshies today. First of all, very proud of them for catching on so quickly. Second of all, it felt amazing to get back into it. I'm glad I was a (seemingly) effective example. And sorry for almost dropping you.
Theatre Journal:
Seeing as I've already finished Buried Child and Old Times, I'll be a-bloggin' about Death and the King's Horseman. I still haven't gotten past scene 1. I'm really hoping what you say is true. So far I have almost no information to work off of in terms of characters or plot or anything. Just a bunch of Yoruban, Syinka-freaking-out-Western-theatre-goers ritualistic stuff. It's a neat intro to Yoruban culture, which I may do some additional research on, even if I don't use DatKH for my paper, but I still don't have much in the way of a play yet.
Dance Journal:
Oh Jesus Christ I'm so happy the school year has started. Totally thrilled that I get to do two periods of dance, even with the interrupt of history. Gonna need a lot of stretching: I feel about as tense as a(n) {insert analogy here}. But as far as I can tell, my body still remembers how to move, in general. Improv went well? Maybe? I mean, it's only day 1 (for me), so I can't say a whole lot yet. Tomorrow, then! Woo! Oh, and I missed any curriculum-ish stuff that may have been covered, so I have no clue what day brings what. And I must remember! I must talk to you tomorrow!
Gabe Journal:
This was an awesome day. Dance, movement, and choir. This is my Monday. For the rest of the year. Well, at least until my concert in a couple months. I am so incredibly excited. I'm positively giddy and inebriated off of joy. Or something along those lines. Except for that I can't listen to my totally awesome concert CD from spring, due to brother breaking CD tray 4 fucking months ago and never managing to fix it. I still can't figure out what the hell he did that has it jammed so tight.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Holy Senior Year, Batman!
Since I know I'll take a few days to get used to it again, I'm going to start blogging tonight. Participation grade and all, even though I know it won't count.
PG: 100
Today we had that ever-so-lovely discussion about college. I revisited my list of colleges I said I wanted to apply to, most of which still apply. Mat the freshmen, and hopefully made a good first impression. Katie is my freshy. Since I'm guessing you (Aladren) will be shaky on names at first, the one you said looks like Kate Hudson.
So I'm going to do that list thing here.
Strengths:
Physical technique/dance
Vocal technique
"Large" characters
Classical text
Distinct, not-so-common look
Mah hur
Sing and play several instruments
Smart
Quick
Fairly savvy and good at schmoozing
In terms of college, high SAT scores
Weaknesses:
Work Ethic
Honesty
Forced and walled personality
Narrow range
In poor shape
Bad skin
In terms of college, sub-excellent GPA
I'm happy on two small accounts. My strengths seem to somewhat outnumber my weaknesses, and most of the weaknesses are possible to fix. Oh my. I'm in for a fucking doozy of a year.
PG: 100
Today we had that ever-so-lovely discussion about college. I revisited my list of colleges I said I wanted to apply to, most of which still apply. Mat the freshmen, and hopefully made a good first impression. Katie is my freshy. Since I'm guessing you (Aladren) will be shaky on names at first, the one you said looks like Kate Hudson.
So I'm going to do that list thing here.
Strengths:
Physical technique/dance
Vocal technique
"Large" characters
Classical text
Distinct, not-so-common look
Mah hur
Sing and play several instruments
Smart
Quick
Fairly savvy and good at schmoozing
In terms of college, high SAT scores
Weaknesses:
Work Ethic
Honesty
Forced and walled personality
Narrow range
In poor shape
Bad skin
In terms of college, sub-excellent GPA
I'm happy on two small accounts. My strengths seem to somewhat outnumber my weaknesses, and most of the weaknesses are possible to fix. Oh my. I'm in for a fucking doozy of a year.
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