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| A break from depressing myself before tomorrow's logic exam...I've done the program that teaches you the material and got all those examples right, but now I'm doing the program with a lot more examples and getting them all wrong. Fuck.
Anyways.
At this point, I almost wish I had something else troubling me. My consistency of neuroses and issues is pretty damn tedious and grates on my soul.
Last week's week of "new" music was a splendid success. I am now thoroughly in love with Van Morrison, especially Astral Weeks, and even thoroughly in love with CSNY, especially Deja Vu. The Band is pretty damn sweet too. Plus I feel the dual success of having accomplished something I set out to do.
What a lame way to end an entry.
Shit, a speech to give tomorrow as well.
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| An update of mixed proportions. More or less, things are good - a new project to keep me busy, a few interesting classes, almost epic frustrations. I can't get this new improv project off the ground, and it's killing me. Hopefully I'll just keep on pushing for it and it'll happen. Yes, it will. Other than that...not sure what I'm doing about housing. Think I'll just stick it out in the dorms though for another year, maybe get a single or find someone cool to live with. Which brings me to...friends. I don't know if I have someone I'd consider a good friend. I guess, if I compare them to all my other school friends there are people I am closer to then others. I don't know, I guess I still have trouble opening up around new people. I think even my closest friends don't know how much something that happened in my junior year of high school hurt me and in a way sticks with me, not that I think about it a lot (or at all, really) but maybe sticks around close enough to the surface to still have some appreciable effect. Ahh, what an internal quandry to have gotten myself into right before I try and fall asleep.....
On a separate note, I'm looking for a new album to get into. So if you know of any ENTIRE album that is worth listening to for a week straight, please let me know. | | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, the strangest things I have ever written:
Scene 1
Bob enters from LEFT. Sits down, empties contents of pockets and puts hat on table next to him. Picks up paper, and begins to read.
BOB: Let’s see what the world at large is up to today…same old same old I see. I wonder how my closest friend’s day was…Mr. Meow Mix! Where are you, Mr. Meow Mix? [Turns head and begins to look around for his beloved cat, a soft cat noise is heard}
BOB: Mr. Meow Mix? Is that you? [Meow] Where are you Mr. Meow Mix? [Meow Meow] The kitchen? [Exits RIGHT, returns stands center] No, not the kitchen, where are you and why are you meowing my Mr. Meow Mix? [Meow, Bob looks down] Under the formica Mr. Meow Mix? [Gets down on the floor, puts his ear to the ground, knocks on the ground] [Meow] Oh, I’ll save you, just wait one more minute Mr. Meow Mix! Just give me one more minute and I’ll have you out of there! [Begins to pull up the floor, finally reaches in and takes out the cat]
BOB: Oh, Mr. Meow Mix, don’t you ever scare me like that again! Mmmm…Mr. Meow Mix…you are the most magical Mr. Meow Mix my mind might ever see!
Scene 2
Steve is locked out of his bedroom-bathroom by his significant other.
Steve: Baby? Baby you there? Come on, open the door, I just want to talk to you a bit. Please? I promise, you don’t have to like anything I say or agree with it or even do anything about it, I just want you to come out and talk to me. Please? Baby, come on, this isn’t fair! You’re acting like an infant! [Knocks on the wall] Baby, this is insane! Do you want this thing to work out or not? Well, fine, if you don’t care, I don’t either [Takes off his slippers, lays down on his bed] I’m just going to lay here in this big, comfy bed and watch television while you sit in that insufferable bathroom just to spite me – that’s just fine. See if I care. Although you probably can’t see me because you WONT OPEN THE DOOR…that’s totally fine, no really, totally fine by me. I’m just going to be the bigger man, and lay here, totally comfortable. It’s completely cool. Cool to the max. The extreme max. The total extreme super max. You know what? I’m going to get a donut. Don’t you wish you had a donut? I’ll bet you wish you had a donut. But there aren’t any donuts in the bathroom. Nope. Just out here. With me. [Long pause] Baby come on!
Scene 3
NARRATOR: [Offstage] The year: 1578! The place: Treasure Island, before it was Treasure Island! So…Island! Pirate Captain Scragglebeard has just landed and wishes to make a deposit of his spoils for his later return. Unfortunately, as his name would suggest, he’s not that great of a pirate, so his only spoil is a moderately priced overcoat with a slight defect in the stitching! He approaches! [Scragglebeard enters from LEFT]
SCRAGGLEBEARD: Not a good enough, ay? Not a heavy enough pirate accent, ay? Well, I’ll show all of them! Centuries from now, someone will come looking for this coat, and they will remark at my good sensibility to only acquire somewhat nice things that wouldn’t be too bad to give up! What are those other fools thinking when they bury their jewels and dabloons! History will treat old Scragglebeard kindly. [Starts tapping on the wall] Yes, this looks like a good place to make my deposit for infamy! [Takes ff his coat, stuffs it in a hole, draws an “X” on the hole, Exits LEFT]
NARRATOR: Fast forward to the year 2002. Young Peter Jenkins has reached the end of a long journey that has led him through perilous adventures at every turn, only to arrive at the final resting place of Captain Scragglebeard’s most successful and only plunderance. His treasure map has delivered him…..thusly. [Peter enters from LEFT]
PETER: What a strange trip it has been, but I am here at last! To reap the golden fruits of my hardship and the red rubies of my anguish! Oh, I will make sure history treats you Captain Scrabblebeard, you trickster. But I have the last laugh at last! Ahh, the X! [Digs into the cave wall] What? What the crap is this? [Sinks to his knees] After all of my hardship…my toil…my pain…all but for an overcoat of mediocre craftsmanship and questionable style! I must rest my weary head on this bed of rock.
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