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It wasn't until just as I started performing the pantomime exercise for tonight's first class at Studio Theatre today that I realized why I was so fucking nervous for the past few hours. "Oh, right, I'm here to improve on my weaknesses, and with this pantomime in a class on Realism, I'm putting allllll my weaknesses right out there on display! Everything from my ham acting and over the top gestures to how I rush through everything so fast and sloppily. I'm here to improve. Which means I have to go through *this* first, right!"
It was a great class, don't get me wrong. This shall be an excellent class. But holy god, I am going to be SO stressed and on edge. I think it's finally time I do like Bloo's been telling me to do for months and take up Tai Chi. I need to deal with all this bloody stress. Meantime, I have beer.
Speaking of which, I'm still planning on hitting up the Open Mic tomorrow night. Or rather, tonight, at this point. The interesting thing about the "Drunk in Bath" story is whether or not the frenetic, intense, Denis-Leary-like pace and energy will help or hurt the story as I try to get it done in around five minutes.
Garrison Keillor, this will not be, that much is for certain.
It was a great class, don't get me wrong. This shall be an excellent class. But holy god, I am going to be SO stressed and on edge. I think it's finally time I do like Bloo's been telling me to do for months and take up Tai Chi. I need to deal with all this bloody stress. Meantime, I have beer.
Speaking of which, I'm still planning on hitting up the Open Mic tomorrow night. Or rather, tonight, at this point. The interesting thing about the "Drunk in Bath" story is whether or not the frenetic, intense, Denis-Leary-like pace and energy will help or hurt the story as I try to get it done in around five minutes.
Garrison Keillor, this will not be, that much is for certain.
