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
Some Recent Thoughts
These are in little to no order.
I thought for a period of time that, it if wasn't for the sex with men thing, I could handle being gay. But the I realized that I don't understand men any more than I do women.
While I understand the concept of "dating Jesus" I don't think it's a very effective system. The world is not like a romantic comedy (as much as we might like it to be) and the perfect person will not stumble into your life in a whirlwind of coincidence and perfect mistakes. God doesn't work that way, it's too lame.
Apparently I have poor taste in women. Well that may not be exactly a shocker, but I have gained some new information in the past twenty-four hours that have reinforced the theory.
Sometimes I wish I was as dark, brooding and mysterious as I appear upon first sighting. Although I don't know if I actually appear dark, brooding or mysterious, but I'd like to think I do.
I feel bad for you two. You are still being dragged along behind her. I'm glad I got out. I want to feel bad for her too, but I just can't bring myself to feel those emotions.
I have seriously considered doing something stupid in the past few weeks. Well actually I did something stupid a few weeks ago, but I did it anonymously. This second thing might possibly make it not anonymous. And if my intrepid readers are smart they might be able to figure out what it was simply because I am writing about it here. That is the chance I take.
My writer's bock has broken a little it seems. The ideas are still few and far between, but at least I'm writing again.
I got paid fifty dollars for acting at LCT. I then went out and bought How I Met Your Mother season two. I love this show. It is very re-watchable.
I have to start looking for grad schools soon. Which means I have to start trying to decide what I wan to do in grad school. I thought I wanted to go into playwriting, and I do, but Dr. Chansky recently told me that she thinks I would do well in research. Despite all the warnings I have heard, I think Dr. Chansky actually likes me.
I submitted a script to RROAPS, and I am really afraid that I am being too hopeful about it. I really don't think I should expect to get picked, because the odds aren't in my favor, but I find myself thinking about the production and talking about it as if it had already been selected.
I'm also afraid about my trip to Canada. I really have very little planned and that's how I want it. However, I'm not sure it will turn out well.
I'm going to bed now.
I got so much to say
And all of it's cliché
Labels: anonymous, brooding, Canada, DVD, gay, grad school, Jesus, mysterious, paycheck, playwriting, poor boys, random, research, RROAPS, script, stupid, thoughts, women, Writer's block, writing
