Didn't sleep last night. Had a nap, but Audrey woke me up. She'll pay for that later.
Acting was interesting. The guy now looks at me with complete apathy. I think I actually gained points by accident, but whatever. Had to choose a monologue, which was part of my insomnia; it had to be from a stage play, and ideally a "classic." Having missed the whole photocopier trip thing I just found a monologue online. Didn't care for that, the teacher. Not a fan of the internet. It's a Neil Simon, which is nice, because I love me some Neil Simon. And I can totally do it.
Music was not what I expected. See, there's this guy who might be the dumbest person I've met in forever. Thinks "Old Man River" is racist conservative propaganda. Thinks Otis Redding didn't have distorted guitar on "Hard to Handle" like the Black Crowes because he had gotten into a fight with his producers, so he used horns instead as a compromise. Defends minstrel shows while admitting they're racist, because they "gave the black people a new audience." He says things that make me roll my eyes. Today, he topped himself TWICE. First, when asked about rock musicals (in this case, "Jesus Christ Superstar"), he went on some long story about hippies and pickup trucks and killing people over thirty and all this completely off the mark shit. Which was funny enough, I guess, but in a tragic way. THEN the guy, after listening to a song from the Broadway cast of "Sweeney Todd," said it made him question the morbidity of regular things...like how he wished he'd seen his father's cremation just to see "what they harvested off him, like did they take his spinal fluid and use it for rituals and stuff. It's human nature." Silence. And he wasn't joking. Which meant that...you know...someone tall and handsome and wearing a Pixies shirt and a leather jacket with a horrified look on his face could have --in fact, DID-- say something quite nasty to the guy, and got heard. You'd have thought the stupid bastard was named Joe Herr. A year ago, I can't honestly tell you that it would have bothered me.
Which makes me think. I've turned into something I never thought I would be: someone with convictions. I mean, of course I always have had convictions; everyone does, no matter how strange or fucked off. It just feels different to have real convictions. Grown up, I guess. That's a scary notion. I also have turned into SUCH a fucking prick. Maybe it just seems worse to me because I have time to think about it, but man, I can be such a heel. I'm tellin' ya, I'll be Nicholson in "As Good As it Gets," only with a cat instead of a little dog.
Also, I think I was invited to a Catholic Bible group today. I can see eyes rolling. Actually, I seriously am interested in checking it out, if only because I haven't yet. Nothing wrong with being curious. And it could save me money if I get a ride back.
Friend gave me an idea for something to write...but I really don't know if I can. I'll ask here, because no one reads this anyway. Would anyone ever have any interest in me writing something autobiographical? I can't see it, but I'll ask anyway because all my friends are here. Would it be worth doing? I could be like Dave Eggers, only less depressing and hopefully not as pretentious; I could come up with a title as blatantly amusing in all ways as A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, though, which is a little sad, but still. Would anyone ever want to read me talking about me...outside of these badly written blogs?
I'm ending this now. Hope everyone's doing well.
Later
Acting was interesting. The guy now looks at me with complete apathy. I think I actually gained points by accident, but whatever. Had to choose a monologue, which was part of my insomnia; it had to be from a stage play, and ideally a "classic." Having missed the whole photocopier trip thing I just found a monologue online. Didn't care for that, the teacher. Not a fan of the internet. It's a Neil Simon, which is nice, because I love me some Neil Simon. And I can totally do it.
Music was not what I expected. See, there's this guy who might be the dumbest person I've met in forever. Thinks "Old Man River" is racist conservative propaganda. Thinks Otis Redding didn't have distorted guitar on "Hard to Handle" like the Black Crowes because he had gotten into a fight with his producers, so he used horns instead as a compromise. Defends minstrel shows while admitting they're racist, because they "gave the black people a new audience." He says things that make me roll my eyes. Today, he topped himself TWICE. First, when asked about rock musicals (in this case, "Jesus Christ Superstar"), he went on some long story about hippies and pickup trucks and killing people over thirty and all this completely off the mark shit. Which was funny enough, I guess, but in a tragic way. THEN the guy, after listening to a song from the Broadway cast of "Sweeney Todd," said it made him question the morbidity of regular things...like how he wished he'd seen his father's cremation just to see "what they harvested off him, like did they take his spinal fluid and use it for rituals and stuff. It's human nature." Silence. And he wasn't joking. Which meant that...you know...someone tall and handsome and wearing a Pixies shirt and a leather jacket with a horrified look on his face could have --in fact, DID-- say something quite nasty to the guy, and got heard. You'd have thought the stupid bastard was named Joe Herr. A year ago, I can't honestly tell you that it would have bothered me.
Which makes me think. I've turned into something I never thought I would be: someone with convictions. I mean, of course I always have had convictions; everyone does, no matter how strange or fucked off. It just feels different to have real convictions. Grown up, I guess. That's a scary notion. I also have turned into SUCH a fucking prick. Maybe it just seems worse to me because I have time to think about it, but man, I can be such a heel. I'm tellin' ya, I'll be Nicholson in "As Good As it Gets," only with a cat instead of a little dog.
Also, I think I was invited to a Catholic Bible group today. I can see eyes rolling. Actually, I seriously am interested in checking it out, if only because I haven't yet. Nothing wrong with being curious. And it could save me money if I get a ride back.
Friend gave me an idea for something to write...but I really don't know if I can. I'll ask here, because no one reads this anyway. Would anyone ever have any interest in me writing something autobiographical? I can't see it, but I'll ask anyway because all my friends are here. Would it be worth doing? I could be like Dave Eggers, only less depressing and hopefully not as pretentious; I could come up with a title as blatantly amusing in all ways as A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, though, which is a little sad, but still. Would anyone ever want to read me talking about me...outside of these badly written blogs?
I'm ending this now. Hope everyone's doing well.
Later
Thanks again for your help, it meant the world to us. We got everything unloaded by like ten pm, I think. Still no key to the house tho, so we are just kind of mooching around with nothing to do...