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I don't have a cell phone right now. It was smashed against a wall at a noise concert. It's pretty dead. I should have a new one soon, but in case I haven't been answering your calls or texting you back, I don't hate you, that's why.
 disco_the_kid · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 07:50pm · 0 Comments |
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The festival was awesome. My play looked amazing!
Er, if I do say so myself (and I do).
Acting was fun too. And I got to eat my props (pumpkin cheesecake). Er, the part that didn't have detergent all over it anyway...
Man that was fun.
I like being a singing sailor. That was trippy.
Tomorrow's Halloween.
disco_the_kid · Tue Oct 31, 2006 @ 03:26am · 0 Comments |
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Performing and showcasing two plays of mine tonight. Wish me luck. Or rather, don't, that would be bad luck in the acting world. ne? ^^
...I'm worried about the festival. I know I know MY lines, and I set up rehearsals for the play I was directing so that's fine, but I know the person who's directing my play hasn't had rehearsal yet. The festival's tonight. I don't want my work to look shitty because someone else was too lazy to put any work to my words.
...ah well, at least I get to act. And it'll be over after tonight.
disco_the_kid · Mon Oct 30, 2006 @ 03:33pm · 0 Comments |
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I need to think I'm singing to someone to sing well.
Someone should always be in the audience for me. I try my best, it's only fair.
disco_the_kid · Sun Oct 29, 2006 @ 10:02pm · 1 Comments |
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Taking a leaf from a few good friends, I am going to attempt to talk about a problem without giving any indication, to the uninitiated, what it might actually be.
I have always been, to some extent, a jealous person. I have always, to some extent, been an impatient person, and an egoistic person, and I've always wanted, to those I loved, to be THE single most important part of their lives, from their God and future onwards. Yes, in many cases it has made me unreasonable; hence, my rather bad history with relationships, some would say.
Lately, I have been frustrated beyond belief. And not for obvious reasons some would bring up. I may be petty, childish, jealous, but I'm not simple, and in fact I take offense to the implication I could be bothered by some of these obvious frustrations. They won't go away. I've stopped thinking about them.
But....it's been eating away at my innards. It got really bad this week. Especially Monday. The littlest things, the littlest bits of discomfort or humiliation were enough to send me careening over the edge, like the stereotypical woman. Innate hysterics. They talk about that in my play: Sarah does.
I'm not used to having this little control of myself. It's scaring me, and I'm not even sure if it's bad, but it's damn unsettling, and it's not making me very pretty.
I like who I was before better; not too far back, but half a year ago before. This wild-eyed harpy who seems to throw tantrums at the slightest provocation shouldn't be me. I'm ashamed it is.
I know exactly what's making me think, behave, like this, but the knowledge doesn't make it any better. It just makes me cliche.
Cliche, and naive, and probably more insecure than is good to admit.
If something doesn't change soon, I don't know what I'll do.
Worse yet, I know exactly what I'll do, and I do NOT like the thought of it.
On the other hand, it's making it very easy for me to be Pfeni. The tears come more easily than I can call them up. The neurotic hyper-melodrama is barely acting.
Why am I posting this anyway? Is it more posing? Yeah, probably. Good job me.
I'm gonna do my homework now.
disco_the_kid · Fri Oct 27, 2006 @ 04:42am · 3 Comments |
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One of the Best Moments of My Life Thus Far |
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I know I already wrote one today.
But THE most amazing thing just happened to me onstage.
We were re-going over the scene where Geoffrey tells Pfeni he misses men and is leaving her. And when Nick (Geoffrey's actor) got to the point where he actually tells me he misses men, I got tunnel-vision. Everything else just blocked out, my face paled. And somewhere I started tearing up, and every muscle in my body knotted, and by the time I got to my soliloquy I was screaming and tears were running down my face in streams of green mascara and I was holding onto the couch I was behind like it was my last anchor to the world.
The scene ended, and I was sobbing, and holding onto one of the couch's pillows, mentally and emotionally exhausted and actually taking comfort in my sister.
I don't think I have ever been so in-character.
I have never felt my character's pain so acutely.
Ever moment I was 'just sitting there' in the next scene was now absolutely necessary, because I was pulling the tattered shreds of my dignity to stitch some faded attempt at normalcy.
It was beautiful.
I can still feel it.
disco_the_kid · Wed Oct 25, 2006 @ 03:40am · 0 Comments |
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A note on etiquette on the mat.
1. Don't track if you're ukemi. Yeah, I know we're doing the movements in slow motion at first. And yes, I know if you really wanted to, you could veer your fist off at the last minute and catch me in the throat. But that proves nothing except that you are a total jerk and don't understand the benefits of slow practice.
2. Don't add movements to throws if you're with a white belt. Whenever I see a snarky green belt 'cleverly' add an extra hit or scissor trip to a simple movement, something the white belt has no idea how to block or deal with, it makes me mad. There you go.
3. If you aren't perfect on a technique, don't give advice. In fact, if you aren't a brown belt or above, don't give advice. At home in the Angry Shoebox we call such people mini-senseis. It's not as cute as it sounds.
4. Leave your sexism at the door or I'll break it for you.
If one more 'gentleman' pulls his punches when we're sparring, I'm swearing off men altogether. You'd think one demonstration would be enough.
5. Don't suddenly majorly speed up attacks. Unless you're willing to pay the consequences.
6. Never, ever roll over your spine. It makes me wince everytime I see it, and if you do it enough you'll damage something permanently.
7. Always THANK your sensei if he takes the time to come around and correct you. Muttering 'I know' doesn't cut it.
8. Wear socks. Please wear socks. And don't wear tank tops. Do you know how awkward that is for a guy if we're doing grabs?
9. Don't listen to a word Keith says. He's an a*****e, and a dangerous one besides. (I guess that one only works if you train with Papa-san)
10. Anything around the face or in a major nerve is done gently. We don't damage our partners, and no one will want to practice with you if you do more than mark or bruise. Especially if it's anything in the neck or around the eyes. People are especially nervous about such things. (Especially if you're Thor and everytime I do an eye poke I end up taking out his contact....)
11. Don't ever call yourself a ninja. You're not a ninja. Get over it. You can call yourself a ninja when you're a Go-dan, if you really want to.
12. Ki isn't spooky-magic-dragonball-powers. It's not Naruto. If you treat it like it is, don't be surprised that no ki exercise will work for you.
That's enough for now. >< *gets off soapbox*
disco_the_kid · Tue Oct 24, 2006 @ 07:26pm · 0 Comments |
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