Yeah one more final, I'll be done... It's a math final, right now I am watching Fraggle Rock. I hope I passed all my theatre class with A's. Waiting for my boyfriend, just wanted to update a little.
I am broke trying to get a job schedule is erratic and I am tired and I want to read.
7.12.09
Geez
Okay wow. Long time no blog. Anyways I have been pretty busy with this new play 'Come Blow your Horn' I am House manager but I have been helping with everything.
As much as I could. Now I can't wait until January but first I need to get through finals. Before I start thinking of the future.
Sometimes I wish I could hope and it would come true but I can't do that. I just wouldn't be satisfied. I rather earn my keep then have it given to me. Why? Well maybe because I struggle so much I wouldn't want it to be given freely. I WANT THE FIGHT!
Ugh, before I get too philosophical as I know I do when I stare into space. Not space as in space for rent.. more like my brain contains an inner universe that I alone control and manipulate. With its own laws. I know. I know.. I am getting philosophical again, but with much ado I will go back to watching 'Californication' and procrastinating on what I must do... because well you know me. I AM JUST UP TO THE BRIM WITH FREE TIME! *rolls eyes* Don't indulge me.
As much as I could. Now I can't wait until January but first I need to get through finals. Before I start thinking of the future.
Sometimes I wish I could hope and it would come true but I can't do that. I just wouldn't be satisfied. I rather earn my keep then have it given to me. Why? Well maybe because I struggle so much I wouldn't want it to be given freely. I WANT THE FIGHT!
Ugh, before I get too philosophical as I know I do when I stare into space. Not space as in space for rent.. more like my brain contains an inner universe that I alone control and manipulate. With its own laws. I know. I know.. I am getting philosophical again, but with much ado I will go back to watching 'Californication' and procrastinating on what I must do... because well you know me. I AM JUST UP TO THE BRIM WITH FREE TIME! *rolls eyes* Don't indulge me.
1.12.09
In Class.
I like this class, I am talking about scene study. I am assigned to do a monologue. Which I will do, Phoebe from 'As you like it'
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((SILVIUS and PHOEBE enter.))
PHOEBE
I would not be thy executioner.
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell’st me there is murder in mine eye.
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable
That eyes, that are the frail’st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers.
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart,
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee.
Now counterfeit to swoon, why, now fall down;
Or if thou canst not, Oh, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee.
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some scar of it. Lean upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impressure
Thy palm some moment keeps. But now mine eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not.
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt.
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PHOEBE
I don’t want to be your executioner: I’m trying to avoid you so that I won’t hurt you. You tell me my eyes are murderous—that’s a very pretty sentiment, and oh-so-probable, that my frail, soft eyes (which are so cowardly that they close their gates against dust) are tyrants, butchers, and murderers. I’m frowning at you with all my might right now. If my eyes can injure, let them kill you now. Go ahead. Faint, fall down—if you don’t, then you’re lying about my eyes being murderers. Come on, show me the wound that my eyes have caused. If you get scratched with a pin, it leaves a scar; even if you lean on a rush, it leaves an impression on your palm. But my eyes, which I’ve darted at you, haven’t even left a mark. Now I am sure that eyes can’t hurt a person.
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Mrreow. :)
I can't wait till play directing.. Well first makeup then Play directing.
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((SILVIUS and PHOEBE enter.))
PHOEBE
I would not be thy executioner.
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell’st me there is murder in mine eye.
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable
That eyes, that are the frail’st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers.
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart,
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee.
Now counterfeit to swoon, why, now fall down;
Or if thou canst not, Oh, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee.
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some scar of it. Lean upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impressure
Thy palm some moment keeps. But now mine eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not.
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt.
~~~~~
PHOEBE
I don’t want to be your executioner: I’m trying to avoid you so that I won’t hurt you. You tell me my eyes are murderous—that’s a very pretty sentiment, and oh-so-probable, that my frail, soft eyes (which are so cowardly that they close their gates against dust) are tyrants, butchers, and murderers. I’m frowning at you with all my might right now. If my eyes can injure, let them kill you now. Go ahead. Faint, fall down—if you don’t, then you’re lying about my eyes being murderers. Come on, show me the wound that my eyes have caused. If you get scratched with a pin, it leaves a scar; even if you lean on a rush, it leaves an impression on your palm. But my eyes, which I’ve darted at you, haven’t even left a mark. Now I am sure that eyes can’t hurt a person.
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Mrreow. :)
I can't wait till play directing.. Well first makeup then Play directing.
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