I told you. Blind leading the blind.

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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:

Je croyais être prêt pour cela

Dammit.  I forgot to physically post this.

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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:

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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: