I guess it's not until you sit down and try to explain to the people who have touched your life just why they're special to you that you realize how important they really are.
All I know is it's early, and I'm feeling philosophical.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
MYAF Day One
I arrived at MYAF today amid humidity and mobs of students. Turns our my roommate is Jess, Anthony's girlfriend. She's pretty cool, and I've gotten to like her the more I talk to her. She's a very interesting person, and she shares quite a few of my philosophies.
The opening ceremony was the same as it ever was, lots of congratulations or being invited, some singing, some dancing, etc. There was a boy there who I swear could be Hillary's Josh's twin brother who did a pair of monologues absolutely phenomenally. The first was from Death of a Salesman, Biff's monologue about his inability to hold down a job. The second was the better of the two: a monologue from a play called The Spotted Man. It was a wonderful monologue. I'll have to look it up for future auditions. Also, Alyssa S.'s dance was in the ceremony, the first, apparently, to be admitted as a student choreographed piece. I think it's really nifty.
After the ceremony Jess and I returned to the dorm and spent a few hours talking about whatever crossed our minds, leapfrogging from one topic to the next, often without finishing the first. It was okay, though. I like talking with her.
I'm looking forward to the classes tomorrow, though it's that Anne Marie woman from two years ago, the sort of hippie-ish woman. I hope we're not writing poems about trees again.
Oh well. We'll see.
All I know is that it's technically Friday, and I am unable to sleep.
The opening ceremony was the same as it ever was, lots of congratulations or being invited, some singing, some dancing, etc. There was a boy there who I swear could be Hillary's Josh's twin brother who did a pair of monologues absolutely phenomenally. The first was from Death of a Salesman, Biff's monologue about his inability to hold down a job. The second was the better of the two: a monologue from a play called The Spotted Man. It was a wonderful monologue. I'll have to look it up for future auditions. Also, Alyssa S.'s dance was in the ceremony, the first, apparently, to be admitted as a student choreographed piece. I think it's really nifty.
After the ceremony Jess and I returned to the dorm and spent a few hours talking about whatever crossed our minds, leapfrogging from one topic to the next, often without finishing the first. It was okay, though. I like talking with her.
I'm looking forward to the classes tomorrow, though it's that Anne Marie woman from two years ago, the sort of hippie-ish woman. I hope we're not writing poems about trees again.
Oh well. We'll see.
All I know is that it's technically Friday, and I am unable to sleep.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Performance Checklist
Lights? Check
Sound? Almost check
Set? Almost done
Performers? Mostly ready, but lacking confidence
Music? Of course
Audience? We'll see!
All I know is that this thing is happening tomorrow, and I am contented with my stress.
Sound? Almost check
Set? Almost done
Performers? Mostly ready, but lacking confidence
Music? Of course
Audience? We'll see!
All I know is that this thing is happening tomorrow, and I am contented with my stress.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Life is about....
Who knew that life could be so hectic? I remember back when I would lie on my bed waiting for something interesting to happen, hoping for something to do.
Boy did I get that. And then some.
It has been a whirlwind ride through college applications, scholarships, senior project, senioritis, and more.
College applications make me feel stupid.
I went through my papers today for a senior biography and came up with these findings:
Life is about going with the flow.
Life is about getting applications in to four prestigious colleges in November and finding out that you're not interested in a single one, then starting over and turning in the one app you care about. Three days after the financial aid deadline.
Life is about turning down the $55,000 over-four-years scholarship to a college you don't want to go to in order to wait a year and hope for financial aid from the one place which sparks your interest.
College applications suck.
But maybe there's a reason? I can tough out gen ed classes at the local university for a year, I guess. Who knows? Maybe something monumental will happen in the next year that I would have missed otherwise.
Senior projects make my brain hurt.
Writing/directing/performing in a musical for a senior project. Genius? Not so much that as wishful thinking and temporary insanity. I have discovered these findings:
Life is about compromising.
Life is about waiting that one extra day to find a new lead male. Don't rush things, because you WILL regret it in the end. Trust me.
Life is about discovering that work and play don't mix. Never work professionally with your friends if they're not willing to take you seriously. Directing well means pissing off friends, and it's difficult to do.
Life is about learning that friends let you down when you count on them sometimes. Sometimes you're just not as important as you thought.
Life is about finding the little joys in a well done scene and stage lighting, along with seeing your script come to life.
Two more days. Two more days....
But I'll miss it, I know I will. It's all about how you look at it. As the song goes, I never saw a sight that didn't look better looking back. I'm sure it'l turn out fine, and the theatre fairy will show up just as she always does. We'll get it together somehow or another.
All I know it that it's currently Tuesday morning, and I have a Physics test first period.
Boy did I get that. And then some.
It has been a whirlwind ride through college applications, scholarships, senior project, senioritis, and more.
College applications make me feel stupid.
I went through my papers today for a senior biography and came up with these findings:
Life is about going with the flow.
Life is about getting applications in to four prestigious colleges in November and finding out that you're not interested in a single one, then starting over and turning in the one app you care about. Three days after the financial aid deadline.
Life is about turning down the $55,000 over-four-years scholarship to a college you don't want to go to in order to wait a year and hope for financial aid from the one place which sparks your interest.
College applications suck.
But maybe there's a reason? I can tough out gen ed classes at the local university for a year, I guess. Who knows? Maybe something monumental will happen in the next year that I would have missed otherwise.
Senior projects make my brain hurt.
Writing/directing/performing in a musical for a senior project. Genius? Not so much that as wishful thinking and temporary insanity. I have discovered these findings:
Life is about compromising.
Life is about waiting that one extra day to find a new lead male. Don't rush things, because you WILL regret it in the end. Trust me.
Life is about discovering that work and play don't mix. Never work professionally with your friends if they're not willing to take you seriously. Directing well means pissing off friends, and it's difficult to do.
Life is about learning that friends let you down when you count on them sometimes. Sometimes you're just not as important as you thought.
Life is about finding the little joys in a well done scene and stage lighting, along with seeing your script come to life.
Two more days. Two more days....
But I'll miss it, I know I will. It's all about how you look at it. As the song goes, I never saw a sight that didn't look better looking back. I'm sure it'l turn out fine, and the theatre fairy will show up just as she always does. We'll get it together somehow or another.
All I know it that it's currently Tuesday morning, and I have a Physics test first period.
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