It's a Deer, George.

PG= 100
Wish I could've done Meisner today, but I need to work on COW.  Started memorizing.  Just trying to start with the order of the colors in that first monologue.  First half of tablework went okay.

Theatre Journal:
I"m really happy to start acting good and proper again, but it's gonna hurt.  It feels like stretching refrigerated gum.  Except the idea is I *want* it to snap, and I'm just being too careful.  I feel like such a mess.  Here's hoping things pull together and work out.

Dance Journal:
Hoo boy today did not make me happy.  I'm terribly sorry I missed class.  I had no idea what was going on.  I thought I was going for a brief meeting with Mrs. Vaksman about math team, but it turned out today was the competition.  As a result, and due to a bit of a slow start, all I did today was a small portion of warm ups.  I've decided that I can't let this happen again.  I thought I could do my extra-curriculars, but it has become apparent that that's not an option.  Every solitary period of my day is necessary this year.  If I miss first period, I'm not warmed up, which is dangerous.  If I miss third period, I am warming up and then not doing anything.  Not looking forward to telling Vaksman, but this sort of thing won't happen again.

Gabe Journal:
Reasons Why Art is Good Number 2: It allows freer expression of self, ideas, and concepts.