I should update this more often, but with the constant journaling I've got assigned to me at school I get a little tired of the process.

In short -

School is going wonderfully. So far I'm sure my acting teacher loves me; both of the exercises (Meisner repetition... and repetition... and repetition...) I've presented have worked wonderfully. Though today I felt like the emotional sobbing douche bag in front of my peers, my teacher said I had done the work beautifully and she had nothing to say other than it was perfect. Things are coming together and I'm beginning to understand the point of all this training.

My movement class is fucking fantastic. It's the first intensive yoga/viewpoint training I've ever had, and it's clear. I worked so hard last year on improving my posture that I've built so much tension in my neck and back. I have a lot of work to do, but my teacher is very well equipped to hold my hand through the painful stretches and movements.

I'm working every weekday at the cafe, then heading to school. Mindy works with me every day, goes to school with me every day, then comes home with me every day. We're life partners now.

The apartment is getting together. Thanks to the loan my uncle was willing to give my family, and the refund for the massive loan we're getting from the government, my rent is paid through February. This means I can use my well earned paychecks to rush some Broadway!

Speaking of which, I saw Equus last night. Daniel Radcliffe, surprisingly enough, was very good. I was putting a bunch of pressure on him since it's one of my favorite shows, but I thought he carried it well. Richard Griffiths was fucking fantastic, of course. The show was so well done that when Daniel was naked at the end of the show, I wasn't distracted at all by the fact that I was watching Harry Potter's penis jiggle around in the dark while he stabbed horses.

I'm going to try and convince my mother to get me a ticket to see The Tempest for my birthday. I mean, it's got to be done. Mandy Patinkin!!

Other than that, I'm again up way too late. I'm averaging five hours of sleep a night, 4 hours of work, 4 hours of school, one hour rehearsal, and a few hours homework. The extra time I find myself with is spent on the subway or playing with Afork. Life is good.

I get to sing "A Miracle Would Happen" from The Last 5 Years for vocal production. Good thing she's ok with us changing the key. Considering I've got a shitty voice, I think I'm going to do well with this song. Should be fun. I begged her to let me do that, rather than her choice of "Miracle of Miracles" from Fiddler. Thank god she swayed. Miracle for miracle, har har.

I was going to go to MoMa tonight, but Mindy's getting her face pierced... so I'm going down to St. Mark's for the second night in a row to watch people get holes put in them. Culture for culture, har har.

Oh! I forgot to write about this; it's so rad! ----
In January all of the 14th floor (except the Moonies. Just us AADA kids) will be moving to the 9th floor. We get all new furniture, a flat screen TV, 180 channels, our own phone number with unlimited long distance, tiled floor, windows that open (a luxury only a few of us, including me, don't have), and our own lounge/food area on the floor. It's going to be amazing!!

For my movement class, we have to perform the choreography he's given us for All That Jazz from Chicago. We're doing it in small groups, but I'm hoping it's graded individually... My group sucks. SO BAD. I was shocked and offended when he placed me with the shitty ones. I'll make sure to have people videotape my final performances so I can post them here and shame myself =)

I guess I'm going out for drinks tonight, but I don't want to because I have little money. I really do need to get out though. I'm tired of always telling people I can't go out with them because I don't have money. It gets so stifling sitting here. Especially when I live in New York, haha. I need need need a job, but nobody's getting back to me about my applications. Fuck.

noise: Aesop Rock - Fast Cars

Jesus. So did you hear about the kid on the island who killed himself on Monday? Well apparently he made the phone call to the police to report his own suicide, and the police showed up.

He was standing on the lawn when they showed up, with an AK-47 pointed under his chin. You know what the cops did?

They fucking tazed him. Right. They decided to pull a tazer on the kid, thinking that'd be a good idea. As soon as he was hit by it, the gun went off and shot him in the head. I can't believe it! Those fucking idiots! The kid obviously didn't want to REALLY kill himself if he called the cops and went outside when they showed up. But then they shocked him, and clearly the convulsions he went through is what pulled the trigger.

The family is suing the police force. This is exactly why I am for gun control. Who in the fuck decides to hunt with an Ak-47?!

Still though, fault lies with the police force for being incompetent retards... and partly with the family for being gun-owning idiots. But mostly the cops.

Wow... even though we didn't get to rehearse much today, I thought the scenes we ran went really well. I suppose it'd be in our favor to fuck up a bit tomorrow, just so that we've got some good joo-joo for Friday. I got an award thing at the Celebration of Excellence tonight. Silly ceremony, but it was cool to promote my play to everyone, and look silly compared to all the nicely-dressed kids.

If you're reading this and you're part of the play. Bring your costumes tomorrow.

My parents just got home with a veggie taco, hurrah!

noise: God's Money V - Gang Gang Dance

FUDDY REHEARSAL TOMORROW
Tell who you must.

Oh boy oh boy, here I am at the college, waiting another hour until my first class starts. Then I have three hours of school shit, and then another hour to wait around for my mom.

Ucccccc

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mood: jubilant