Monday, January 31, 2005
This weekend, in summary:
Friday night: No Shame Theatre. The first one of the season. It was incredibly disappointing, there were virtually none of the awesome people there, and the show was really short. My piece was a collaboration with Jake and Danny and was purportedly a song, but was more of a weird piece of shitty performance art that was intended to be pretentious and hilarious. But between you and me, it kind of sucked. Plus I was in another guy's piece, and played a British policeman (he was supposed to be Irish, but I can't do an Irish accent); but somehow I forgot how to read in the middle of the script and totally screwed up some lines. Oh well. I am Not aShamed.
Later Friday night: Village Inn. The most uncomfortable dining experience of my life, followed by the most uncomfortable car ride of my life. For reasons maybe I'll discuss later.
Saturday: I drove a bus during a basketball game. The bus' brakes didn't work very well. It was really stressful. After this, I went to Thai Flavors with (you guessed it) Danny and Jake. It was excellent. We're definitely going to be returning. There's an item on the menu called the "Angry Dish." After this delicious meal, we went to my apartment and played on the ice on the creek outside. It was so fun. Then we watched a movie. Then we watched an episode of Dr. Who. Then we watched a program about Michael Jackson.
Sunday: I spent about five hours trying to do homework but getting distracted, but I finally did it. Then I took a nice walk, after which I made the next scene of My Name Is Jake 2. I don't know what to think of it, really. Hmm. And now I'm here.
My life is still in limbo. It's hovering in mid-air, twirling around, as a persistent drumroll hums in the background. I'm getting sick of it. I want it to land somewhere, preferably gracefully on its feet. It's 1:32 AM, the hour of the laughable metaphors.
Friday night: No Shame Theatre. The first one of the season. It was incredibly disappointing, there were virtually none of the awesome people there, and the show was really short. My piece was a collaboration with Jake and Danny and was purportedly a song, but was more of a weird piece of shitty performance art that was intended to be pretentious and hilarious. But between you and me, it kind of sucked. Plus I was in another guy's piece, and played a British policeman (he was supposed to be Irish, but I can't do an Irish accent); but somehow I forgot how to read in the middle of the script and totally screwed up some lines. Oh well. I am Not aShamed.
Later Friday night: Village Inn. The most uncomfortable dining experience of my life, followed by the most uncomfortable car ride of my life. For reasons maybe I'll discuss later.
Saturday: I drove a bus during a basketball game. The bus' brakes didn't work very well. It was really stressful. After this, I went to Thai Flavors with (you guessed it) Danny and Jake. It was excellent. We're definitely going to be returning. There's an item on the menu called the "Angry Dish." After this delicious meal, we went to my apartment and played on the ice on the creek outside. It was so fun. Then we watched a movie. Then we watched an episode of Dr. Who. Then we watched a program about Michael Jackson.
Sunday: I spent about five hours trying to do homework but getting distracted, but I finally did it. Then I took a nice walk, after which I made the next scene of My Name Is Jake 2. I don't know what to think of it, really. Hmm. And now I'm here.
My life is still in limbo. It's hovering in mid-air, twirling around, as a persistent drumroll hums in the background. I'm getting sick of it. I want it to land somewhere, preferably gracefully on its feet. It's 1:32 AM, the hour of the laughable metaphors.
