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Thanks for tuning in. Here's the latest:
Woke up early today, around 11:00 AM. It's funny how I wake up most days around 8:00 or 8:30 AM and that would've been utterly inconceivable back home at Rutgers. Maybe Australia is having a positive impact on me after all. Anyway, I got a haircut today. Don't panic, I just cut off about three centimeters. Goodbye split ends, go visit Donny Osmond and Janet Jackson's left boob in obscurity.
Went to Intro to Drama 1000 early today, sat in the back. Simon, Julia, and Tara all sat next to me. It was nice to have people come to me. Makes me feel like I really have some groovy friends here. :) I spoke to the stage manager of the Laramie Project, and we'll be rehearsing 3 nights a week. So including The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, that's 6 nights a week of rehearsal. After this semester, CAP, Cabaret, RCPC, and LTC must ALL FEAR AND CAST ME FOR I AM THE UNSTOPPABLE REHEARSING MACHINE! :) Well, if I survive...
After class, I walked and talked with Tara, reconfirmed our little coffee date on Tuesday, and walked on over to Creative Writing: Poetics.
Biggest mistake of the day. That was motherfuckin' PAINFUL. I think my professor Martin Duwell may very well be a karmic punishment for some nasty shit I did in a past life. The poems he brings to class are great, but he's arguably the WORST lecturer I've ever studied under. Thank god this was my last week with him, and next week we go into small workshops under Bronwyn Lea, who is both interesting and easy on the eyes. They're also only 90 minutes long, as opposed to 3 bloody painful hours of grotesque torture.
So that's the latest, thanks for tuning in, kids!
And remember, every time you masturbate, god chops the head off a kitten
and doesn't even care.
Please.
Think of the kittens.
Thanks for tuning in. Here's the latest:
Woke up early today, around 11:00 AM. It's funny how I wake up most days around 8:00 or 8:30 AM and that would've been utterly inconceivable back home at Rutgers. Maybe Australia is having a positive impact on me after all. Anyway, I got a haircut today. Don't panic, I just cut off about three centimeters. Goodbye split ends, go visit Donny Osmond and Janet Jackson's left boob in obscurity.
Went to Intro to Drama 1000 early today, sat in the back. Simon, Julia, and Tara all sat next to me. It was nice to have people come to me. Makes me feel like I really have some groovy friends here. :) I spoke to the stage manager of the Laramie Project, and we'll be rehearsing 3 nights a week. So including The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, that's 6 nights a week of rehearsal. After this semester, CAP, Cabaret, RCPC, and LTC must ALL FEAR AND CAST ME FOR I AM THE UNSTOPPABLE REHEARSING MACHINE! :) Well, if I survive...
After class, I walked and talked with Tara, reconfirmed our little coffee date on Tuesday, and walked on over to Creative Writing: Poetics.
Biggest mistake of the day. That was motherfuckin' PAINFUL. I think my professor Martin Duwell may very well be a karmic punishment for some nasty shit I did in a past life. The poems he brings to class are great, but he's arguably the WORST lecturer I've ever studied under. Thank god this was my last week with him, and next week we go into small workshops under Bronwyn Lea, who is both interesting and easy on the eyes. They're also only 90 minutes long, as opposed to 3 bloody painful hours of grotesque torture.
So that's the latest, thanks for tuning in, kids!
And remember, every time you masturbate, god chops the head off a kitten
and doesn't even care.
Please.
Think of the kittens.
