yesterday i woke up, and futzed around. i gossiped with my mom about my sister's boyfriend. he's a tool. i like him because he treats my sister like gold, but seriously, has no concept of humor, yet forces his infantile sense of humor on others, promptly followed by obnoxious laughter. NOT FUCKING FUNNY. he's so inept socially that you literally get frustrated just by being around him. he's one of those people who loves to reenact movie scenes that you've never seen, tell you plots of film, give you spoilers, and bore you with ridiculously boring stories of his life as a lawyer.
but i feel bad about gossiping, so i stopped it. my mom sees the negative in EVERYTHING. "HEY MA!!! I won the lotto!" would be responded with "they're going to take half out in taxes, i hope yo know."
such a bitch sometimes. when i find her in those types of conversations, i try to end them, trying not to indulge myself in her negativity.
so then i went to work. this one girl from lafyette is back. she's awesome. she's so normal it's scary. so well-adjusted. she's from an upper-middle class, intelligent, liberal family. she's so fine with her privilege, yet not an elitist. you can talk to her about anything, which is a god send, given i work with tons of moms who's conversations can range only from talking about sales at kohl's and "funny" (i use this word loosely) anecdotes of quirky mis-understandings between their husbands and themselves. very "men are from mars, women are from venus" esque types of convos.
so i got a voicemail from my friend joey, from my old acting school, who said he's doing this improv night. we did method acting, meisner, together. meisner is pretty much improv, except with the purpose of not making people laugh, but rather getting in tune with the emotional truth of a character. he wanted to do improv that wasn't necessarily humorous, although it could be, but rather spontaneous scene-work.
i went to my acting school, and saw my old acting teacher. he's trying to take sole ownership of the school. he was wearing a black turtleneck and a black scarf... so artistic. but he started the convo off by saying he slit a part of his hand open by working at a deli this morning... so he wasn't as pretentious as his wardrobe would suggest.
dan was there. i specifically remember saying to him "don't be a dick." he's getting bad. he was on the phone, planning his festivities for the night, which undoubtedly included getting bombed, while people were up acting. intoxicants fucking ruin some people. he's starting to live in the past, neglect the present, and not think about the future. i didn't realize up until yesterday how fucking addicted he is. ciggarettes, drinking, weed, the occasional coke fix. god damn it. snap out of it.
some of the kids were seniors in h.s. i love younger kids, especially theatre kids. they're so full of life, passion, opinions and understanding. people get curropted by insecurities, addictions, lies, gossip, bullshit and other webs they lose themselves within. i fucking hate it.
we did some improv. i told joey we should see the swarm together, this amazing group @ UCB. he said he would, but who knows.
he actually visited me at work. i love when people come in. no bosses were around, so i was in the back with shane and gregg, just shooting the shit; making top 5 lists and such. i want a high fidelity/record store job so bad. sorry, but home decor sucks my ass.
i listened to a microphones cd as i drove one of the hs kids, ryan home. we idly philosophized about aesthetics and art. interesting for a 16 year old, or however old he is. we also talked about the pros and cons of method acting, he being a skeptic, and me being a staunch believer.
so i'm going to start up with classes under ralph. i haven't done some method acting in forever, and it is, if nothing else, so cathartic. i know i have so much emotional crap going on right now, i might as well put it to good use, and work with it.
i'm about to go to the gym, as i want to start running and stuff to get my lazy ass in shape before i start Bikram Yoga up again in Philadelphia. Seriously, around this time of last year, I was in the best shape of my whole life. It was a given I'd go to the gym every single day. Now I struggle to wake up with enough time to shower before work. Richard Simmons... please help!
xoxo,
becky
but i feel bad about gossiping, so i stopped it. my mom sees the negative in EVERYTHING. "HEY MA!!! I won the lotto!" would be responded with "they're going to take half out in taxes, i hope yo know."
such a bitch sometimes. when i find her in those types of conversations, i try to end them, trying not to indulge myself in her negativity.
so then i went to work. this one girl from lafyette is back. she's awesome. she's so normal it's scary. so well-adjusted. she's from an upper-middle class, intelligent, liberal family. she's so fine with her privilege, yet not an elitist. you can talk to her about anything, which is a god send, given i work with tons of moms who's conversations can range only from talking about sales at kohl's and "funny" (i use this word loosely) anecdotes of quirky mis-understandings between their husbands and themselves. very "men are from mars, women are from venus" esque types of convos.
so i got a voicemail from my friend joey, from my old acting school, who said he's doing this improv night. we did method acting, meisner, together. meisner is pretty much improv, except with the purpose of not making people laugh, but rather getting in tune with the emotional truth of a character. he wanted to do improv that wasn't necessarily humorous, although it could be, but rather spontaneous scene-work.
i went to my acting school, and saw my old acting teacher. he's trying to take sole ownership of the school. he was wearing a black turtleneck and a black scarf... so artistic. but he started the convo off by saying he slit a part of his hand open by working at a deli this morning... so he wasn't as pretentious as his wardrobe would suggest.
dan was there. i specifically remember saying to him "don't be a dick." he's getting bad. he was on the phone, planning his festivities for the night, which undoubtedly included getting bombed, while people were up acting. intoxicants fucking ruin some people. he's starting to live in the past, neglect the present, and not think about the future. i didn't realize up until yesterday how fucking addicted he is. ciggarettes, drinking, weed, the occasional coke fix. god damn it. snap out of it.
some of the kids were seniors in h.s. i love younger kids, especially theatre kids. they're so full of life, passion, opinions and understanding. people get curropted by insecurities, addictions, lies, gossip, bullshit and other webs they lose themselves within. i fucking hate it.
we did some improv. i told joey we should see the swarm together, this amazing group @ UCB. he said he would, but who knows.
he actually visited me at work. i love when people come in. no bosses were around, so i was in the back with shane and gregg, just shooting the shit; making top 5 lists and such. i want a high fidelity/record store job so bad. sorry, but home decor sucks my ass.
i listened to a microphones cd as i drove one of the hs kids, ryan home. we idly philosophized about aesthetics and art. interesting for a 16 year old, or however old he is. we also talked about the pros and cons of method acting, he being a skeptic, and me being a staunch believer.
so i'm going to start up with classes under ralph. i haven't done some method acting in forever, and it is, if nothing else, so cathartic. i know i have so much emotional crap going on right now, i might as well put it to good use, and work with it.
i'm about to go to the gym, as i want to start running and stuff to get my lazy ass in shape before i start Bikram Yoga up again in Philadelphia. Seriously, around this time of last year, I was in the best shape of my whole life. It was a given I'd go to the gym every single day. Now I struggle to wake up with enough time to shower before work. Richard Simmons... please help!
xoxo,
becky
heavyhitterlarry:
wow. insteresting. lol. my sis is in acting school in la . american academy of dramatic arts. she wants to be an "actress". i told her just not to do porn.