Whoop - Di - Friggen - Doo
Ug, this is me procrastinating. I am almost halfway done my Celtic Spirituality paper. I'm doing it on the history of the Celts, and it is a very interesting topic, but I just don't want to write anymore!!! I think it's because I know that once this is over, I have another cram fest to gather enough information to do a 30 minute lecture on theatre in Canada. Argh! Of course, I could have avoided this cunundrum by actually being disciplined instead of thinking I do my best work at the last minute. It might be true, I usually tend to work better under a little pressure, but I want to do other things. I was also asked today by Cindy to write a little spiel on authenticity and something else...I think it starts with an 's', but I can't recall the word, and I really don't think I know anything about it. Well moving on.
I have acting class every Tuesday and Thursday. I am in a 3 person group for repeating which makes it a little difficult. That's beside the point. Kari and Buck are in my group. After a dismal scene on Tuesday, we racked our brain to come up with something simpler. Kari suggested that we do a evolution on a scene we were going to do together but never had the chance. I was to be Buck's girlfriend, and Kari was to be the ex. Kari and I were friends but things were strained. So as we were hammering out the details, we were discussing how far along Buck and my relationship was to be, to figure out the level of comfortablity with each other. Buck jokingly grabbed my hand and I had myself a mini freak out. I thought I was over the touching thing, but it seems not. So I was worrying about how I could prep being his girlfriend and picking him up for something. I was actually making myself sick over it, so I knew there needed to be a change. I decided that my doing would be to break up with him. Since I sort of felt a little disgust about being the girlfriend, I could use that with my prep. It worked a lot better. But it did make me wonder about why I was feeling that way, and will I feel that way when a real relationship comes my way. Erp.
Are These Times Contagious?
Well, maybe not the times, but the Kim is probably. And maybe
the Kris. I thought the both of us being sick together was the better scenario, but what if we just prolong each other's illness? Ah well. I'm sick twice a year, and this is usually the time when I get it. I just wish I didn't get it as bad. I'm debating going to class because I feel so horrible, but we have a quiz next class and I should be there for the review. On the other hand, I can hardle think. What's a girl to do? Ah, I'll probably stay home. I take pretty good notes. I do need to go grocery shopping eventually, but again, I don't want to venture out of doors today.
Alida, I hope you're feeling better! Crazy dream number 2 last night. I hate the dreams when I'm sick, they just make no sense. Ha, but Laurel and Alida was in it, and Laurel knew how to play the cello. She's got some hidden talents!
Oh, and I decided my courses for school next year.
Psalms and Wisdom Lit
Acting and Scene
Jazz and Tap
NT Backgrounds
Voice and Speech
Directing
And, I'm going to start working on my Audition and Tutorial. Since it's an independant study, I can start it now, and have as long as I want to work at it...just as long as I hand it in before I graduate. I like those odds! Well, Lost is on tonight, so excited!!!!!!!
Ciao
Darcy
10 years ago today, my best friend, Darcy, collapsed at school while running laps, and died. 10 years, 5 days ago today, I had my last conversation with my best friend. You never think that kids are going to die until they do it. To my everlasting shame, the way I told one person was, "Hey, Colin, it's a good thing you dumped Darcy because she's dead". How does a 12 year old girl who's never dealt with death tell people that her heart is broken? I wonder what my life would be like if she was still alive. I wonder if we'd still be friends. In the months after her death, I would have dreams that she was still alive, but I would remember that she was fragile, so I was so careful with her - doing up seatbelts and the like. I didn't even go to her funeral.
Sounds like Teen Spirit
My voice is like a pre-pubescent boy's. Which is why it's probably best that my cold came after
Anne, because really, it's hard to play mean Mr. Van Daan when your voice is cracking when you raise your voice at Anne. Haha, that would be so funny! Well, that's all the news this girl has to bring to the table. Time for a presentation.
Ciao
I have always thought that I am nothing without my "looks", here's one of them. So without further ado, I give you, look no. 10.
The Power of the Music of the Night
Ok, so probably my most favourite song of all Phantom songs.
Alida and I
finally were able to go to watch it. Seriously though, how long were we waiting? And get this: We missed the best part!!!!! Argh. That's alright, when I rent/buy it (probably going to get it with my income tax) I"ll watch the chandelier part over and over and over and, you get the point. So I had many thoughts during the movie, and the biggest ones I posted on my xanga sites, only because I'm sure I won't get random visits there, but only the people who truly want to know what my deepest thoughts are right now will go. I'm probably not as open as a lot of you are, but when I do find the courage to show people my inners, I appreciate the thoughtfulness that I know my regulars have. So,
take a look. I think that's all I had planned to say tonight. Tomorrow I work, and if I have it in me, clean my room and the living room. Seriously, I can't see my floor.
Ciao
Well Then
Well, it's 1:51, and not too long ago Scott left after 3 hours of poker. It's insane how addicting that game is, and I still have a paper to write for Tuesday. I've done a lot of research tonight, so I felt like I deserved some time away from the computer. I just hope that I'll get this paper done. What's incredible is that Melody's class last semester really helped for the research and what to do with contrasting evidence, and how it will make a good paper. Well, if it wasn't a credit I could use for furthering my degree, at least it wasn't a total loss. So Kris is gone, and I'm afraid to go to sleep. This always happens the first night. I'll probably just hang out on the couch. I don't have class till 4:30, so I'm good. If you see me online, say hi, if I'm not asleep on the couch, I'll answer. Ciao
From Faith's Blog
Name: Kim
Age: 22
Age you wanna be: 22 and three quarters
Home location: Home? Cannington, Ontario. Where I live now? Calgary, Alberta
Your idol: She-Ra
One thing you wish for: In complete seriousness, a husband
Burger King/McDonalds: McDonalds
Do you watch tv ALOT?: Yeah, but there's so many good shows this season!
How often do you visit your local for a quick drink?: Mm, I'd say 2 every 21 years
Ever flirted with an officer of the law?: No, but one time my brother was pulled over and I got so nervous I almost threw up. Does that count?
One thing you got for Christmas you WANTED: A digital camera
One thing you got for xmas you DIDNT want: Post cards from Nova Scotia
Fave fruit: Mm, strawberries
Do you believe in God?: Yes, most definitely
Ever had a one night stand?: No, never had night stands, I just piled everything on the floor beside my bed
Do you work for living or live to work?: I don't even know what that means
Ever swore at your boss?: Out loud? Probably not
Ever told your teacher the dog ate your homework?: No.
Do you think you kiss good?: Well, I can't say, you know, never having the experience, but in my dreams as a kissy pirate I do ok
Have you ever stolen anything?: yes
Do you have a best friend?: I don't think I do anymore. Open for applications though!
Fave Movie: Forrest Gump
Have you ever been to a funeral?: No
Have you tripped over in public? Yes, actually just last Wednesday
Did you make out you was meant to do that?: Probably not, they could never look intentional
Ever been to a concert? If so WHO???: Yeah, a bunch of Christian stuff. DC Talk, Superchick, Capstone, probably some "indie Christian band" that no ones ever hear of but me and even I forget them.
Ever been to church?: Yes
Song you play and play again: There's too many!..mmm, Every Rose Has It's Thorn - Poison
Ever cried over a boy/Girl?: Probably, I'm a closet wimp
Have you gave to charity?: yes
80? Why Do You Have to Show Off All The Time
Well, it's over.
The Diary of Anne Frank as we know it has been put to sleep, and I wish ever so much that I could be put to sleep too - in the non-vet kind of way. Just a few little frustrations - last minute costume changes that made everybody but Anne look put together from Value Village, which we were, but we didn't really look like it if we were all like that. Hey, want to talk discomfort, try duct taping your assets and fighting. I should have been in that Styx movie video for Mr. Roboto. At any rate, having your costume choices questioned by a vicarious parent when it's your first gig as a costume mistress does well for the esteem there buddies. Learning experience: I delved into Method for the first time last night. It felt good, but I won't do it constantly...just when people piss me off. After it was all over, pictures had to be taken, but I disapeared. After seeing the pictures that Leisa took, I was very mmm, shocked to see how manly I looked, and I didn't like that. Wee little preteen girl and boys laughing and whispering at me when I go down the stairs to re-feminize is enough for me, I don't need pictures to remember this play, nor do I ever need to remember how much I really can look like a dude.
Feels Like I'm Falling for the First Time
Yes, that's right, I woke up with every inch of my body sore from the fiasco last night. Oh, I still can't help but laugh though. Let me give you the rundown. Yesterday was dress rehearsal for Anne. We hadn't yet rehearsed the last scene with a stage manager and a Linus back there. The end calls for all of us to file out the door and close the door behind us, which means that there's some stairs to go down. I was the first one out, and squeezing past a table that is wobblier than an Irishman on St. Paddy's day, and I thought I was on my last step and was going to be on solid ground. All of a sudden I'm falling through the air and hitting every part of my body on contact with the ground. It was hilarious for all that saw. And while it happened ever so fast for me, for the people who witnessed the fall from the first moment, it was slower than molasses in January. At any rate, I hurt, and we have a new plan for tonight. Hope all Calgarians can come!
Feels Like I'm Falling for the First Time
Yes, that's right, I woke up with every inch of my body sore from the fiasco last night. Oh, I still can't help but laugh though. Let me give you the rundown. Yesterday was dress rehearsal for Anne. We hadn't yet rehearsed the last scene with a stage manager and a Linus back there. The end calls for all of us to file out the door and close the door behind us, which means that there's some stairs to go down. I was the first one out, and squeezing past a table that is wobblier than an Irishman on St. Paddy's day, and I thought I was on my last step and was going to be on solid ground. All of a sudden I'm falling through the air and hitting every part of my body on contact with the ground. It was hilarious for all that saw. And while it happened ever so fast for me, for the people who witnessed the fall from the first moment, it was slower than molasses in January. At any rate, I hurt, and we have a new plan for tonight. Hope all Calgarians can come!
Best Dream Ever
Ask me about it some time. Well, the time is ticking away, and soon another play will be done. Not that I mind, I've been involved in one form or another since September. It'll be nice to not have to worry about practices anymore. My biggest worry now is how to get a case of pop from Safeway to the church. I may be She-Ra, but because of the busy-ness of the streets, I have to go incognito as Adora, and there's not as many strenth there. Ug, to have a jet pack. Why won't it get invented!!!!? Well, anyway, I hope all of you that live in Calgary can come see the play, I will post driving directions as soon as I get them, and call 338-0977 for C-train directions.
Ciao
I Want It That Way
To quote Mr. Joel, "Oh what a night". And that's Billy Joel. We went to Moxie's for
Trevor's birthday today. And that was the beginning of the adventures. On our way back, well, we were waiting for the C-train and it arrives, and Trevor was making sure that little James was on the train. Little did we know that he was validating his ticket. (We had been waiting for about 5 or more minutes before that where he had time to do it). We notice that he was not in the car, so
Kris tried to stop the door. It almost stopped her....arm from being on her body. So, he missed the train. So funny! Then it was pictures on the train, Jordan doing ballet, and stuff like that. We decided to wait at Brentwood for James before heading back to our place for cake. It was there that we were seranaded by a drunk man singing at the top of his lungs songs by Backstreet Boys. Seriously, I haven't laughed that hard in a really long time. I really can't describe it, you should just wish you were there. Too bad I didn't purchase a voice recording machine like
Scott. It would have come in handy then. Ah well. Then we walked home - Kris a little faster, I guess she didn't like our company or something .. hehe, and we played Scene It. Which
Alida and I won. It's fun. Well, I'm going to go to bed now. Tomorrow Alida and I might be watching
The Phantom of the Opera!
The Play
March 17 and 18
7:00 pm
1407 7th Ave. NW
Adults $10
Children $5
Students $7
Tickets are available at the door
For more information, please call 512-4345
That's my play. It's the Diary of Anne Frank. I play Mr. Van Daan. For all that read this post and is able to, it'd be great if you could go. All the major plays I've done with the exception of Portraits, my parents haven't been able to go to. It kind of sucks. Anyway, come early because the gym only seats 150 people at one time. And if you need directions ask. (Oh, it's a Thursday and a Friday)
Mom Said 'Suck'
That's right. And for anyone who knows my mom...probably not anyone who reads this post, will know how funny it is that she said it. I think it made my day. So the dreaded yet anticipated meeting is over, and everyone asks me how it went. I really don't know what to say. I've never had a meeting like that so there is nothing to compare it to. My good friend Jen Farrell (She has a new married name, I just don't know it) called me the other day and offered me a job back in the Kay Dub. It is a cherry job, 13.5 bucks an hour, full benefits. I'd get a year contract, but when that is done, I'd get hired on. The only drawback is that I'd have to wipe adult bums. I can't even handle baby bums when there's poo on it. And I still feel somewhere in me, I have to finish this degree. The future is so scary. Well hopefully when Alida gets her company started, I'll be able to work with her, because I think that's what I'd like. Work with a small company and do small projects on the side. And get married. And as I write that, I realize that is what I want. Well for now. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a lawyer. It's hard to admit that you have no dreams. Well except for the dream when I had to get my ovaries removed (O happy day!), but then both my intestines had to be removed and also my colon. I didn't know girls had colon. Maybe that's why I got so poor a mark in gr. 9 gym. Well, I'm going to do something other than this right now.
I Need Some Sleep
I am absolutely exhausted. Today, the morning before my big meeting with the Dean, I had to wake up for an opening shift after 4 hours of sleep. I went to bed shortly before 12, but lay in bed trying to sleep for a good 3 and a half hours. My mind wouldn't stop going to "what's going to happen in the meeting". I realized something. A lot of my classes are by invitation only, and the teacher has the authority just to say no, with little to no reasons. I have one more thing to worry about. Not only that my program is going to the toilet, but if I really push someone's buttons enough, there is the possibility that I just won't be asked back for next year. While at some times that might be a relief, as I've told Alida - it will solve a whole bunch of problems, what would I do? I'm stuck HERE. It's a long place away to be stuck. I've gone to far just to be able to go home. I do have plan B, though, Athabasca and my English Degree. But what do you do with that?
