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Hey there everyone, I've decided not to make a huge-ass post because I've got some awesome, completely entertaining things to do soon (write two or three papers, memorize lines and blocking, find my way to Seashore Hall to make a copy of a fucking article, grocery shop, give a shit about anything Iowa-related). I can't seem to get myself attached to this Iowa place...so far it's just the place where I get my education and then waste time for awhile. There's not much otherwise thrill. Even going out late on weekends and stuff doesn't seem like much fun nor does it seem like something I even want to make fun. I'm so used to having people who know me so well around me...not having that is like being left really alone in some ways. I suppose that says something about me...perhaps I'm dependent and clinging to my origins. Maybe I'm just still in transition. Oh well. Slowly but surely...I'll understand what the hell it is that makes college so wonderful. I hope.
This play I'm in is a real learning experience, but it's an even more real pain in the ass. What's different about college acting than high school acting is the amount of INCESSANT blocking and choreography you have to sit through. I swear to God, this one chase scene has been choreographed 4,100 times. Give or take. And I have to squawk and flail throughout the fucking thing. I still don't know all my lines, but then again, I guess most of the actors don't know their lines. After I post this entry, I hope to get cracking on finalizing the memorization on a few scenes I'm in...and then starting the cramming for some scenes I'm in that I read FOR THE FIRST TIME yesterday during practice. Very embarrassing to realize in front of the director and playwright that I'm in a scene I haven't read before. In addition, reading the whole play would really do me wonders. So professional I am. I'm like...Laurence Oliviertel. I'm my own Johnny Appleseed, spreading my pro actor wisdom from town to town, Starbucks to Starbucks. I'm going to stop the metaphor now.
Todd and I reconciled somewhat. Still would be great if he found a fucking apartment or stuck to any conviction he's ever had ever. Maybe I just hate rooming with someone, certainly a possibility. You know what I should really do is buck up and just ask someone (preferrably Phil) on a motherfucking date. Really would be nice to make a definitive step into communicating with people openly...like I've got Maggie and Alyssa and Tess and those folk, but I'm generally pretty fucking outgoing, how bout I follow that lead and show romantic interest in people and instigate some fun and some desire to get to know them. Actually, I'm speaking too hypothetically here, of course I mean just Phil. Do I know this person personally? Nope. I don't know what it is...just feels like he's someone I should talk to more. Could be wrong. Whatever. Wrongness is easy to laugh at in the future.
And I'm out, time for work...so tired, surprisingly. I'll be in touch, love all you guys, thanks for understanding.
It's always mutual,
Louis.
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