So many things to discuss. So many.
Today's class involved much introspection. I enjoyed pinpointing everyone's style as well as the article of clothing that best defines him or her in my mind. It's so true that style speaks volumes about a person and that what we choose to display on our bodies is a deal breaker with regards to first impressions. I am comforted by the fact that you, dear readers, know me so well. At the same time, do you ever wonder what complete strangers think of us upon their initial perusal of our cotton exoskeletons? hum.
One of the most tubular tasks in acting involves understand the "me" before taking on the life and times of someone else. You never stop soul-searching (GROAN); but really, I think it helps us understand other human beings. Try that on for size.
OH! I am very excited about this stalking project. Like Katherine, I will name this person Mr. Tumnus. Because ol' Tummy isn't a boy OR girl, really, is he. Rather, he/she is a faun. I guess you could say male faun but... shut up.
I attended the 2nd playwright workshop today. I enjoyed it, except for how many times the woman made me produce an answer to one of her spacey questions within the span of 3.5 seconds. She was a little flighty. But I did enjoy putting the old pen to the paper. I love creative writing, and I actually wrote quite a bit when I attended Clark "hippie central" University, so I was interested in having a stab at this. I didn't share my little free write because my idea seemed way too cliche. But I did find a freaking awesome post card in the crazy woman's pile of treasures. I picked it up just because I liked the photograph. But when I sat down, I noticed there was a hand-written message on the back of it:
"I-love-you-so-much-I-could-break-all-your-bones"
God I love that.
-Katie
P.S. If I am ever in a band, we shall be called "The Acid Snowflakes." Global warming is gonna eat us alive. yeah yeah. Ice bergs are gonna raaaaaise the sea level. yeah yeah. Florida will be swimmin with the fishes. lalalaaaa
Ok, that's really not funny. I'm sorry. I think because I am getting sick, my brain is like a bowl of poop.
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