So. I'm looking forward to everything. Today was, basically, a good day. I accidentally left my script at school, but that is probably the worst thing to happen today. I lucked out on the film project, group-wise. I got to play piano for a couple of hours. And that was marvelous. I can't wait to have rehearsal of my own tomorrow. I feel on top of things. And yeah. I'm really excited for everything.
I even got a compliment from Ms. Mack on my choreography. Without using Mack Money. That was pretty awesome.
I may have gone through a paradigm shift. Not sure. But it's possible.
OHBOY!
100 for working on the film project with Scarlett, Travis, and Mike. It's going to be awesome.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
In the beginning
I'm very, very happy that we're finally starting N3RD. I really need it. And I'm just excited to be working on a full character for a piece longer than 2 minutes. Plus, cannot WAIT for those shoes. That's going to be super fun.
Anyways. Philo was really awesome tonight. I've decided that if Denis does auditions for the bari solo in the Faure Requiem, I'll audition, even though I have slim to no chance of actually getting it. I just think that would be so cool.
And about today. I had my script, highlighted and everything, and I helped open the pit, plopped wood in there, and swept most of the stage. So, you guessed it, 100.
Yay, Gabe becoming a better person!
Anyways. Philo was really awesome tonight. I've decided that if Denis does auditions for the bari solo in the Faure Requiem, I'll audition, even though I have slim to no chance of actually getting it. I just think that would be so cool.
And about today. I had my script, highlighted and everything, and I helped open the pit, plopped wood in there, and swept most of the stage. So, you guessed it, 100.
Yay, Gabe becoming a better person!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Why hello there
Not like I'm sitting right next to you. So. Anyways. As I awlways say
Participation at the beginning!
100 for today, for watching the movie and remarking pointedly and accurately.
Aaaaand 100 for yesterday for participating effectively in Francesca's workshop, presenting and working Harlequin, and being Chichi's Mr. M and Scarlett's Creon.
I definitely need to borrow Citizen Kane. I need to see the beginning and watch it when I can see properly. And can focus. But at least I was here!
And Francesca's workshop. I dunno. I did enjoy the bit where she worked with Chichi on the whole hissing noise thing. Sort of makes me want to tabulate the consonants and vowels in Demetrius. Find the most prevalent noises. Mrow.
And one final thought
GOATS!
Participation at the beginning!
100 for today, for watching the movie and remarking pointedly and accurately.
Aaaaand 100 for yesterday for participating effectively in Francesca's workshop, presenting and working Harlequin, and being Chichi's Mr. M and Scarlett's Creon.
I definitely need to borrow Citizen Kane. I need to see the beginning and watch it when I can see properly. And can focus. But at least I was here!
And Francesca's workshop. I dunno. I did enjoy the bit where she worked with Chichi on the whole hissing noise thing. Sort of makes me want to tabulate the consonants and vowels in Demetrius. Find the most prevalent noises. Mrow.
And one final thought
GOATS!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Nice going
I just spent an hour or more perusing through old blog posts with Chelsea, and then closed blogger and almost forgot to blog XD.
That, dear friends, is what we call a fail. I'm just glad I caught myself. It really is an experience to look through journals of the past. I found one of my old SOCs from, oh, sophomore year. And I wanted to punch myself.
Oh. My. God.
Honestly, people, why did you not punch me in the face? I think everyone should go back every once in a while and read their oldest things. It's like watching one of those morphing videos, where one person becomes another, or where people take a picture of themselves every day for x amount of time. You watch the process, but in doing so, you almost forget where they started. It's only at the end when they put the first and last picture side-by-side that you really appreciate what happened. So yeah. Tonight, I looked at my starting picture. And I'm glad my current one doesn't look like that. Seriously, I think I could adopt the identical pose as my freshman headshot, but I think it would still look different, seeing as who I am has changed over the past 2 years. At least, I like to think so. I like to hope so. I really hope so. Please tell me if this not the case, so I can punch myself until it is.
Anyways. Participation:
100 for starting to take apart Matt/Sisco/Daria's cart. Got pretty far. Oh, that screw gun is marvelous. It made me giddy.
That, dear friends, is what we call a fail. I'm just glad I caught myself. It really is an experience to look through journals of the past. I found one of my old SOCs from, oh, sophomore year. And I wanted to punch myself.
Oh. My. God.
Honestly, people, why did you not punch me in the face? I think everyone should go back every once in a while and read their oldest things. It's like watching one of those morphing videos, where one person becomes another, or where people take a picture of themselves every day for x amount of time. You watch the process, but in doing so, you almost forget where they started. It's only at the end when they put the first and last picture side-by-side that you really appreciate what happened. So yeah. Tonight, I looked at my starting picture. And I'm glad my current one doesn't look like that. Seriously, I think I could adopt the identical pose as my freshman headshot, but I think it would still look different, seeing as who I am has changed over the past 2 years. At least, I like to think so. I like to hope so. I really hope so. Please tell me if this not the case, so I can punch myself until it is.
Anyways. Participation:
100 for starting to take apart Matt/Sisco/Daria's cart. Got pretty far. Oh, that screw gun is marvelous. It made me giddy.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Creedo in unum deo, Patreem omnipootentem
I have the Credo of Arvo Part's Berliner Messe running through my head. It's a gorgeous piece. The title of this entry has each vowel representing one beat, e.g. Creedo is 3 beats, total.
So yes. Choir is amazing, and healing, and generally happy making. I left sans headache and with a better mood. Onto today:
Francesca's workshop is being rather boring, really. At least for me. I mean, the various exercises she's having us do seem valid, but very simple and plain. It's all stuff I feel like I've done before, and while that's not in and of itself a bad thing, I don't think doing it again is proving very useful. Once again, just for me. I could fully understand it helping Scarlett's Ophelia and Lindsay's Viola. A couple of the things Francesca did with them seemed very beneficial. Ah well.
So, 100 for today for actively participating in the workshop, and for working my monologue.
So yes. Choir is amazing, and healing, and generally happy making. I left sans headache and with a better mood. Onto today:
Francesca's workshop is being rather boring, really. At least for me. I mean, the various exercises she's having us do seem valid, but very simple and plain. It's all stuff I feel like I've done before, and while that's not in and of itself a bad thing, I don't think doing it again is proving very useful. Once again, just for me. I could fully understand it helping Scarlett's Ophelia and Lindsay's Viola. A couple of the things Francesca did with them seemed very beneficial. Ah well.
So, 100 for today for actively participating in the workshop, and for working my monologue.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Hehe. I underlined my name on the Faure Requiem.
Since the composer's name is Gabriel, I just underlined it and wrote Spector underneath. I'm so incredibly witty.
Participation: 100 for watching Seventh Seal and participating in the discussion. Hwatah.
So I'll type up my SOC from Friday tonight, since I just got home basically, and I don't feel like reading. And I believe you said to replace one journal entry this week with the SOC. I'll try to recreate the sizing a bit.
Prompt: Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced, and its impact on you.
Which experience can I talk about? After all the essay hullabaloo, every major experience I can think of seems downright petty. I feel as though nothing important has happened. But that's something you told us two days ago.
SHUT
And my mind goes fucking blank.
Perhaps my "dilemma" or "experience" is my goddamn relationship with writing.
Mind. Shut the fuck up. NOW.
I don't feel like I can nail down one thing that has affected me. And all the things I can think of are from when I was tiny. Yeah, they shaped me, but they feel like silly things.
I gave up ballet at SAB. I do have that. And I didn't realize fully what I had done in doing so until sometime last year. I gave up world class training with amazing people, and I didn't even realize. I could come up with ways to blame my father or my mother, or my school, but ultimately it was my decision. Clock says it was probably 10 minutes.
I give up. What am I doing? What am I doing here?
Why did I waste people's time? So many people to blame, only one of them accurate.
Whenever I start to think about anything
Now I'm thinking about not thinking
What I would give to cry right now. My mind feels like someone took a manual film reel, and put each frame as a different plot. But each frame is subdivided into these tiny other frames. Hundreds
1 4 9 16 25 36 49 64 81 100 121 144 169 196
And I want to capture all of them. But I fucking can't. I have said nothing. In 15 minutes of (almost) nonstop writing, I have not said anything about our prompt topic. Because I feel like an inferior being. A whole conversation just played in my head.
"People tell me I'm terrible. Or great. Or any # of things. I just don't know who to believe."
"The person who can tell you that is yourself."
"FUCK. YOU." If I'm so terrified, yet hungry to know, why do I bother? Why should I keep trying at all?
God damn dance.
Participation: 100 for watching Seventh Seal and participating in the discussion. Hwatah.
So I'll type up my SOC from Friday tonight, since I just got home basically, and I don't feel like reading. And I believe you said to replace one journal entry this week with the SOC. I'll try to recreate the sizing a bit.
Prompt: Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced, and its impact on you.
Which experience can I talk about? After all the essay hullabaloo, every major experience I can think of seems downright petty. I feel as though nothing important has happened. But that's something you told us two days ago.
SHUT
And my mind goes fucking blank.
Perhaps my "dilemma" or "experience" is my goddamn relationship with writing.
Mind. Shut the fuck up. NOW.
I don't feel like I can nail down one thing that has affected me. And all the things I can think of are from when I was tiny. Yeah, they shaped me, but they feel like silly things.
I gave up ballet at SAB. I do have that. And I didn't realize fully what I had done in doing so until sometime last year. I gave up world class training with amazing people, and I didn't even realize. I could come up with ways to blame my father or my mother, or my school, but ultimately it was my decision. Clock says it was probably 10 minutes.
I give up. What am I doing? What am I doing here?
Why did I waste people's time? So many people to blame, only one of them accurate.
Whenever I start to think about anything
Now I'm thinking about not thinking
What I would give to cry right now. My mind feels like someone took a manual film reel, and put each frame as a different plot. But each frame is subdivided into these tiny other frames. Hundreds
1 4 9 16 25 36 49 64 81 100 121 144 169 196
And I want to capture all of them. But I fucking can't. I have said nothing. In 15 minutes of (almost) nonstop writing, I have not said anything about our prompt topic. Because I feel like an inferior being. A whole conversation just played in my head.
"People tell me I'm terrible. Or great. Or any # of things. I just don't know who to believe."
"The person who can tell you that is yourself."
"FUCK. YOU." If I'm so terrified, yet hungry to know, why do I bother? Why should I keep trying at all?
God damn dance.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Oh boyyyy
Studying for math, and I forget to freaking read. Again. And it's 2am on the dot. I need to go to bed...
Well, 100 for today, for watch Seventh Seal and taking a good page of notes. Also contributed to the discussion thereof.
Well, 100 for today, for watch Seventh Seal and taking a good page of notes. Also contributed to the discussion thereof.
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