Seasoned, Aware, and Pondering
First off, Happy St. Patrick's day tomorrow!
Yesterday I went to the Hose with an old friend and a small contingent of her own friends. It was probably the most fun I've had in a bar-type situation in a very long time. And that's how I celebrated St. Patty's 2008!
Onward to the thick of my story. Today Linsey, my drama partner, and I shared our performance piece with two individuals from our professor's morning class. We all got the same play, Woyzeck. It's an old German Expressionist piece, and its sorely complicated. Linsey and I worked on our play nonstop for the past many weeks. We were super nervous about it and were anxious to get it down pat. Luckily for us we found a comfortable groove and rolled with that. It paid off, because even though Andrew and Illia (sp?) performed incredibly, we were able to leave them just as breathless. It was a unique experience, sharing these performances. We were able to clearly see all of the different choices our two groups have made along the road to make the play what it was today. They were the same words, but two completely different stories. I Loved their singing sections of their play, it added a softness that Linsey and I struggled to obtain. Their play had so much emotional depth to it, that it's impossible to rival. Luckily, though, it wasn't a competition, and they had just as much praise for our own work.
Not a bad weekend at all. It's been quite a ride this week. On Wednesday night I was forced to stay up all night and catch up on an entire semester's worth of work for Medieval Drama class. It was frightful at best, but I got the work done at the temporary cost of my health. I literally worked, reading and writing, the whole night through. Red Bull and Cadbury Mini Eggs were my best friends that night. I'm feeling better today, though, having had ample opportunity to catch up on sleep since then.
I'm left, though, with a series of sessions that I've spent this week in deep thought. It's hard to explain, but I've found myself lost in thought. Usually when I find that I'm doing this it's because I'm crushing hard on some girl, or I'm brainstorming more ideas for my novel. However this time it was different. I found myself completely aware of who I am. I wasn't aware of what I wanted or where I'm going....but I knew me. And seeing as I knew who I was, I was able to take a step back and slow down. Twice this week I caught my emotions getting the best of me around potentially romantic situations. But I didn't let it keep hold. I may not have a clue about what I want from women, or out of school, but I do know who I am. Thusly I know what I desserve and where I belong. Pursuit of these things is the next step, but it must be taken slowly. Change needs a little time to make a permanent and effective alteration for the better.
In other news, I designed a new tattoo. I had to find the right font, but it's going to be two lines from Edgar Allan Poe's poem, The Raven;
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
At the end of the "e" on the very last word will be a pretty little feather quill trailing away. I think I'm inking this to my ribs on my left side.
I'm going to go see my friend Emma perform a play tonight. It'll be the finishing touch to my superb weekend. Then rest will come before another stormy week rolls in.
Yesterday I went to the Hose with an old friend and a small contingent of her own friends. It was probably the most fun I've had in a bar-type situation in a very long time. And that's how I celebrated St. Patty's 2008!
Onward to the thick of my story. Today Linsey, my drama partner, and I shared our performance piece with two individuals from our professor's morning class. We all got the same play, Woyzeck. It's an old German Expressionist piece, and its sorely complicated. Linsey and I worked on our play nonstop for the past many weeks. We were super nervous about it and were anxious to get it down pat. Luckily for us we found a comfortable groove and rolled with that. It paid off, because even though Andrew and Illia (sp?) performed incredibly, we were able to leave them just as breathless. It was a unique experience, sharing these performances. We were able to clearly see all of the different choices our two groups have made along the road to make the play what it was today. They were the same words, but two completely different stories. I Loved their singing sections of their play, it added a softness that Linsey and I struggled to obtain. Their play had so much emotional depth to it, that it's impossible to rival. Luckily, though, it wasn't a competition, and they had just as much praise for our own work.
Not a bad weekend at all. It's been quite a ride this week. On Wednesday night I was forced to stay up all night and catch up on an entire semester's worth of work for Medieval Drama class. It was frightful at best, but I got the work done at the temporary cost of my health. I literally worked, reading and writing, the whole night through. Red Bull and Cadbury Mini Eggs were my best friends that night. I'm feeling better today, though, having had ample opportunity to catch up on sleep since then.
I'm left, though, with a series of sessions that I've spent this week in deep thought. It's hard to explain, but I've found myself lost in thought. Usually when I find that I'm doing this it's because I'm crushing hard on some girl, or I'm brainstorming more ideas for my novel. However this time it was different. I found myself completely aware of who I am. I wasn't aware of what I wanted or where I'm going....but I knew me. And seeing as I knew who I was, I was able to take a step back and slow down. Twice this week I caught my emotions getting the best of me around potentially romantic situations. But I didn't let it keep hold. I may not have a clue about what I want from women, or out of school, but I do know who I am. Thusly I know what I desserve and where I belong. Pursuit of these things is the next step, but it must be taken slowly. Change needs a little time to make a permanent and effective alteration for the better.
In other news, I designed a new tattoo. I had to find the right font, but it's going to be two lines from Edgar Allan Poe's poem, The Raven;
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
At the end of the "e" on the very last word will be a pretty little feather quill trailing away. I think I'm inking this to my ribs on my left side.
I'm going to go see my friend Emma perform a play tonight. It'll be the finishing touch to my superb weekend. Then rest will come before another stormy week rolls in.
