Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Tuesday, March 28

  • Hey class. I'm late. Whacha gonna do about it?
  • Side project.
  • Gym.
  • Soup & Burger & 2 cartons of milk.
  • Plotting and Scheming.
  • Daily Show.
  • Happy.
  • Sleepy.
It is better to have beauty than to be beautiful.

Monday, March 27

  • Another rehearsal, more blocking.
  • Early gym.
  • A relaxing evening with:
    • Reading.
    • Fake news.
    • Music.
    • Riya.
Poetry is the art of failing to define love. Good poetry fails with grace. Bad poetry fails oppositely.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Sunday, March 26

  • Another proto-project.
  • A student production took my language away.
Lion: My God, my children murder children.
God: Yes.

Saturday, March 25

  • Stuff stuff.
  • Gym gym.
  • Guen's birthday party. I had a uniformly great time.
I'm not happy, but I am awake.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Friday, March 24

Guen figured out my straight edge: I've just got a superiority complex.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Thurday, March 23

  • 11:50: People who wake up after noon are losers.
  • 12:00: Wowzers! My back hurts.
  • 1:00: Hey, a use for my yoga mat.
  • 2:00: Class. MEH!
  • 5:00: Phirst phood of the day. I'm phucking starving!
  • 8:00: Guess I'm not going to the gym.
  • 9:10: Guess I am.
  • 12:00: More phood.
  • We'll see: I simply can't keep awake another second. PLOP!
"Live clipboard" fascinates and excites me.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Wednesday, March 22

  • Great day at studio, Steph's class stood out (had a great contact improv with Argun).
  • First real rehearsal with Jimmy.
  • Got my iPod replaced.
  • Spring is here: my suitemate and his girlfriend have been fucking (loudly) on and off for five hours. The stamina amazes me.
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Tuesday, March 21

  • Class.
  • Ideas.
  • Gym.
  • Internet.
Happy Equonox!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Monday, March 20

  • The second year conservatory kids did their poetry projects. One chick's pendulous boobies were wiggling around all during her piece and Lex and I could hardly keep ourselves together. I don't think I've laughed so hard in years.
  • Rehearsals for Cloud Nine began on a fine foot. The readthrough went fine, sans Stacy as it was.
  • I spent the whole rest of the night photocopying my face and dicking around in Second Life (I made a working copy of my script).
I forgot.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Sunday, March 19

  • It turns out Laura is the All Time Universal Champion of Pinball. Who knew?
  • The flight was fine.
  • As was the SuperShuttle.
  • While eating dinner, I recognized a girl from Flickr. We chatted for a bit. How nice.
  • Gymed a skosh.
Smelling is not so good a sense as touching.

Saturday, March 18

  • I got the JACKPOT in pinball. Take that dad!
  • Mom made cookies.
  • We went to get milk and movie and pizza.
  • Dad won chess (gotta give him something).
  • Steve came over during Momento.
  • He and I made off to Krispy Kreme.
  • We pursued town and I revealed my trade secret.
  • Back home.
"Only if it's worth blogging about."

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Saturday, March 11

  • Went to go see the sis at Speech tournament.
  • Took some pics (see Flickr).
  • She didn't break.
  • In fact, only one person from EV is going on to Nats.
  • Went to Brittany's house for some TV.
  • Went home for some computer.
  • Went to bed for some book.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Friday, March 10

Our story begins innocently enough:

  • Bade my studiomates goodbye.
  • Hopped the SuperShuttle to LGA.
  • Our driver divined his way through foreboding Astorian byways, but we made it all right.
At this point, things make a turn for the worse:
  • No sooner does the boarding process begin, than they remove everyone from the plane and we sit once again at terminal ten.
  • We wait and wait while I fall asleep.
  • I finally awake to the PA announcement that this whole section of the airport must be evacuated. Yeah.
  • When a few thousand people try to make it through one door, it takes more than Metamucil to get shit moving again. The funniest moment came when a disembodied voice addressed the gridlocked throngs with the message, "Folks, we need everyone to please get out of the terminal right now." That gave all of us a good chuckle.
  • I really wish I'd gotten that doosey, but this slightly less amusing clip will have to suffice:

  • It wasn't long before the bomb dogs arrived. As before, I missed the really good shot (this time of the crazy bomb dog scamp'rin' all over the place):

  • I eventually made it on the plane and, from there, home. Always fun!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Tuesday, March 7

  • I rot, or so I feel.
  • Prepared a birthday gift.
  • Memor
  • Plotted and Schemed.
  • ized.
My bag is lost, my chair is broke; surely this is the end of me.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Monday, March 6

  • Mental health day.
  • Read and watched Call of Cthulhu. The HPLHS did a bangup job.
  • It's been a few weeks coming: this OS install is no longer tenable.
  • Re-install from 1:30 AM to 6:20. Fuuuuuuuuuun. (Some pics are up)
How much I sweat in the weight room is not a function of my own physical activity, but the number of other people working out.