Why do I know that? Because I draw conclusions with very little data.

I have reason to believe that my suite mate and his girlfriend have broken up. My reasons are twofold: I heard arguing and yelling from his bedroom not too long ago, and the next day there was a washcloth missing from the rack in the bathroom. This has no bearing on my life or yours, (for that matter, this blog has almost no bearing on your life) but I know it, and now so do you.

I've been struggling with life recently. It's not anything terribly explicit, but rather a lot of little things. My interactions with people, my schoolwork, my writing, and my future plans. The last two are related. Most of the schools I've found require a sample of my work. This would be fine on it's own; I have lots of work, but they usually want at least one or more full length plays. I haven't written a full length play. I'm not even sure what actually defines a full length play. Is there an approximate page length? I know two acts is considered 'normal' but an an act is only defined by an intermission. I'm not sure I have a long form play in me. There is one story idea I have, but It kind of scares me. (Both the story and the idea of making a full length play) There is another one that could benefit from being a longer play, it was my first script and it got pushed to the wayside when Stuck in a Tree popped into my head. The only trouble is I lost the original version of it, I would have to start over. There are two that I am currently working on that might end up full length, but I can't think of a second act for one, and the other causes me mental pain when I write it.

Sometimes I wish my life was a little differenter. (Yeah, I know that's not a word) I want to be insane, I want to be in jail, I want to be in love. The only problem is life is boring. We have to find the excitement in it. I have these urges to do something outrageous sometimes. The ability to stop those urges must be what we call sanity. I don't always want to be sane.

Today was the last day of Jitters, which I have been working crew for. The end of a show is always an interesting experience. It's sort of bittersweet. On the one hand, I was really tired of working on this show, but I also enjoyed the people I was working with and having something to do all the time. I did get to leave strike early because i thought I might have a concussion. Without going into to many details, I hit a batten with my face. At first I was just in pain, but the pain didn't go away, it migrated. About twenty minutes later my face no longer hurt but the back of my head did. I mentioned it to Vickie who is filling in as the TD and she told me to go home. I have since checked WebMD and it doesn't look like I have done any serious damage, but I'm still slightly afraid. The only thing anybody seems to know about concussions is that you are not supposed to go to sleep, so I'm not going to sleep. I have a bottle of Dr Pepper in the fridge and will probably drink it if I get tired. I took some ibuprofen and the pain went away for a little bit, but now it's coming back, once again in the back of my head. Right now I'm doing pretty good. Except for thinking that while I may not have a concussion, I may have done something else and now I'm on the verge of a brain aneurysm. As you may or may not know, I have a severe (and not exactly reasonable) fear of having an aneurysm. There are no symptoms to look for; one moment you're fine and the next you're dead. It doesn't make sense to be afraid of them because there's nothing you can do, but that doesn't stop me.

Side note: "but that" is only a misplaced space away from "butt hat."

This 'not going to sleep for fear of death' thing has also encouraged me to try out the 28 hour day. the 28 hour day is an interesting concept where you stay awake for 20 hours and then sleep for 8. When paced properly you are awake during the day on weekdays and up all night on the weekends. Your weekend also lasts 56 hours instead of the normal 48. For the scheduling to work out properly, I can't go to sleep until 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Now I'll have lots of time to work on the things I have due tomorrow. I've been saying that since about 7 o'clock and still haven't done anything.

Why don't people understand my intentions?

Labels: 28 hour day, anuerysm, grad school, injury, strike, suitemate, writing

  ¶ 12/03/2007 12:39:00 AM