i saw the sex play for a second time last night. newwave sat with me.
it was much better than the show on tuesday. i liked it.
ed introduced me to someone i already had met over xmas vacation during an m&m war at antigonish's pizza shop, the wheel. it seems that i know everyone mr. renzi knows, from ellie macdonald to john rodgers.
after the show, i proceeded to drink the cast's/ed's alcohol and got trashed. i talked about music with one of the actors, which i, strangely, haven't done out of educational context in a pretty long time. the only slightly discouraging thing about this course is that music has become something completely different for me. i analyze every bit of every single song i listen to. what would have worked better, what quality is the recording, the timbre of each instrument. the appreciation is there, just in a different way. well, i pretty much said 'fuck you brain' last night and just listened to abba. not much to analyze there anyway.
i yelled all night about how big a douchebag ed is and how no one should like him. not that ed's a bad guy, but he has a way of making you feel inadequate, especially in our classes and in the studio. i liked seeing him work on the show, because he fucked up a bunch of times and it reminded me of how i was working sound and lights at the age of 11, and really never made any mistakes. so he's not as great as everyone believes. its terrible to have thoughts like that about other people, but i told him ALLL about my thoughts last night, and he didnt seem to care. he's aware that i also think he's brilliant in other respects, like the original music he did for the sex play, and how he completely transformed the terrible kickdrum track on this horrible song to sound like the drummer actually knew what he was doing.
last night i also talked extensively about 'boning' people. that was a little embarrasing, and i feel bad for harassing poor ivan. but, thankfully, no one was in the mood to 'take a trip to the boneyard' so i see that as a very good thing this morning. and hopefully ed will keep our conversation about my dirty thoughts regarding ben to himself.
so quarter after 4 rolls around, the married women are kissing the gay men, the loaded sound boys are stealing the prop cigarettes, and the trashed idiot has said the word 'bone' about 8000 times. it's time to go. i think about the long walk to my house on dresden row, and the thought is not appealing. ed can't host me, ivan isn't going home, and lindsay;s house was warm and close, but for some reason i really didnt want to sleep there. luckily a girl named elizabeth was taking a cab to birmingham and was kind enough to let me share it with her.
this morning i stepped in cat piss and wanted to hang myself. i have no food so i ate a bag of semi sweet chocolate chips that i was going to use to make cookies for my room mate jordan. i could have made cookies, but i wrote this terribly long post instead.
it was much better than the show on tuesday. i liked it.
ed introduced me to someone i already had met over xmas vacation during an m&m war at antigonish's pizza shop, the wheel. it seems that i know everyone mr. renzi knows, from ellie macdonald to john rodgers.
after the show, i proceeded to drink the cast's/ed's alcohol and got trashed. i talked about music with one of the actors, which i, strangely, haven't done out of educational context in a pretty long time. the only slightly discouraging thing about this course is that music has become something completely different for me. i analyze every bit of every single song i listen to. what would have worked better, what quality is the recording, the timbre of each instrument. the appreciation is there, just in a different way. well, i pretty much said 'fuck you brain' last night and just listened to abba. not much to analyze there anyway.
i yelled all night about how big a douchebag ed is and how no one should like him. not that ed's a bad guy, but he has a way of making you feel inadequate, especially in our classes and in the studio. i liked seeing him work on the show, because he fucked up a bunch of times and it reminded me of how i was working sound and lights at the age of 11, and really never made any mistakes. so he's not as great as everyone believes. its terrible to have thoughts like that about other people, but i told him ALLL about my thoughts last night, and he didnt seem to care. he's aware that i also think he's brilliant in other respects, like the original music he did for the sex play, and how he completely transformed the terrible kickdrum track on this horrible song to sound like the drummer actually knew what he was doing.
last night i also talked extensively about 'boning' people. that was a little embarrasing, and i feel bad for harassing poor ivan. but, thankfully, no one was in the mood to 'take a trip to the boneyard' so i see that as a very good thing this morning. and hopefully ed will keep our conversation about my dirty thoughts regarding ben to himself.
so quarter after 4 rolls around, the married women are kissing the gay men, the loaded sound boys are stealing the prop cigarettes, and the trashed idiot has said the word 'bone' about 8000 times. it's time to go. i think about the long walk to my house on dresden row, and the thought is not appealing. ed can't host me, ivan isn't going home, and lindsay;s house was warm and close, but for some reason i really didnt want to sleep there. luckily a girl named elizabeth was taking a cab to birmingham and was kind enough to let me share it with her.
this morning i stepped in cat piss and wanted to hang myself. i have no food so i ate a bag of semi sweet chocolate chips that i was going to use to make cookies for my room mate jordan. i could have made cookies, but i wrote this terribly long post instead.
posted by creep at 4:39 PM
