Band-aid on my Forehead.
Yes I know it's a brand name.
My nose is stuffy.
I'm tired of Jitters. I've been working on the show for a while now and the excitement is just running out. A couple nights ago there was some chaos and we were told to strike the set at post show, then to not strike it, after we had already started. Then Jason snapped at me for something, I don't remember what, but I couldn't leave until my crew was dismissed, even though we weren't doing anything. Tonight was just really slow. I thought were were almost done with the third act when we had only just started the second. I did pick up a little when Topher, Thomas, Courtney and I were talking about favorite plays. This culminated with Topher and I discussing Angels in America. I made it clear that I didn't think it was very good, and Topher found this shocking. This was cleared up when he realized my only experience with it was the Tech production of the second half. He is now going to rent the movie for me and I'm going to watch it over the weekend and reevaluate my opinion
I've been really existential recently which has it's pluses and minuses. On the one hand I feel like there are no consequences of my actions and I have found myself saying things that I might not have a few weeks ago. on the other hand, I've been saying things that I may not have a few weeks ago. I spilled my guts to Craig about how I feel in regards to certain women, and I have no idea why.
Speaking of women, it's all a conspiracy. It seems to me like they don't appreciate boldness. the direct approach just doesn't seem to work. A while ago, I was explaining to Topher that I created "happy accidents" when pursuing somebody. Happy accidents could also be considered orchestrated coincidences. Women prefer their relationships to just come naturally, unfortunately that doesn't happen easily or often so it is up to us to make it seem as if it is. Being in the same place at the same time, or striking up a spur of the moment random conversation that lasts much longer that it should takes work. Yes it's creepy, but if you don't know it's happening what's the problem? You people need to be more paranoid.
I have my interview to be Lead Mentor next Monday. I really think I have a shot at the job, but I'm worried that it will have a negative impact on my grades if it takes up too much of my time. The interview should be interesting, It will be my boss, his boss, and the two current Lead Mentors. Of those people I know my boss and the Lead Mentors rather well and I think they all like me and think I have a real grasp of what the program is about and how to continue to improve it. I also picked up my last two checks today. I am now almost six hundred dollars richer.
Thus ends the verse
Labels: bandage, conspiracy, existentialism, interview, theatre, women
Bhavas and Rasas
Today has been a mixture.
The day began when I woke up and found Callahan sitting on the couch in the dark staring into space because he couldn't figure out how to turn on the TV.
Callahan came to visit from TCU to see me in Laughter on the 23rd Floor and spent the night because he didn't want to drive back at night.
I got dressed and we went to Spanky's for lunch. However the line was incredibly long at Spanky's so we went to Rasin' Cain down the street. It was good but not incredible.
After lunch we went to meet a friend of Callahan's who also goes to Tech. We couldn't talk for long because the friend is in the band and had to go to practice for the game.
I took Callahan back to his car and he left.
I came back to my room and did something I'm not proud of and don't want to talk about.
I was not feeling well so I called John to talk about it, but he was playing WoW and watching the game at Connor's so he couldn't really talk.
Eventually I went to the theatre for tonights show.
The show went wonderfully, the audience laughed at everything and we fed off that to make it even better. Although after the show a woman told me I reminded her of Ashton Kutcher. This was meant as a compliment, but was still a little painful.
After the show we discussed where to go and settled on Skooner's, because it's Karaoke night. I'm enjoying myself and telling the story of my
previous exploits with Karaoke.
Andrew and I get to the bar at the same time and walk in. There's a guy at the door checking IDs and of course mine says I'm underage. He tells em they don't let anybody in under 21. This is of course bullshit because two nights ago I was sitting in the very same bar. Additionally I could have ordered a triple shot of tequila and nobody would have batted an eye.
I hate the laws in this country sometimes. Why on earth can somebody have all the rights of a citizen except the one to imbibe alcohol? I can smoke 3 packs a day which will kill me much quicker but God forbid I have a glass of champaign.
(Not that I'm in favor of more cigarette legislation either, I should have the right to choose what I do with my body, as should everybody else)
Also I got Psychonauts in the mail today and Allen gave me a CD with all of Modest Mouse's music on it.
Try Try Try.
Labels: Ashton Kutcher, bar, bhava, Callahan, food, government, karaoke, mixture, Modest Mouse, performance, rasa, rules, secret, theatre
