Misc. Thoughts
Apr. 15th, 2004 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefner1.) The Hefner Monologues: Party of One, No Waiting may be going up after all, and perhaps sooner than you think. There seems to be some question as to whether or not my performance in this fall's Vigil will be enough to qualify as a performance thesis, and I may have to do another substantial role. Well, I HAVE to be in the faculty-directed Cherry Orchard (Whup-ee), and three students have all asked me to audition for their shows come Spring, but there's no guarantee that I'll be cast in any sort of role I could counts as thesis-worthy. Which means that perhaps The Hefner Monologues will HAVE to be done so I can graduate! But the problem is, I am increasingly running into the risk of hurting somebody with this show, which I never want to do, yet at the same time I'm getting to the point where I almost NEED to do the monologues, if only as a way to work through things. But we'll see what the Drama Profs have to say.
2.) My serial killer play is coming along better than I'd hoped! The reaction to the scenes we read in class yesterday were very positive and I'm just hoping I can accomplish everything I'm hoping for in this complex story. Worst comes to worst, hey, I can always try it again as a novel or a comic (if I can find an artist to match my style).
3.) The use of recreational drugs by people I love continues to hurt me. A lot. Maybe it's because my father's been going drastically downhill recently, his speech now permanently slurred and on slow-motion. His comprehension is such that the man probably could barely make it through an episode of Green Acres these days. I don't like mine or anyone else's senses to be dulled, slowed down, or hindered. I need those laughs, that smile, those thoughts, I need those to come from oneself. And don't bother arguing that pot and alcohol do just that, people under the influence are no more themselves than people who are angry and scream things they don't even mean. You know you or someone you love who has done something they wouldn't normally do when they were under the influence. And it's likely that some of them regret it. I refuse to put myself in that kind of situation, and it hurts like hell to watch others do it. No, I DON'T think anyone's going to turn into my father. I just don't like seeing people willfully stupefying (in the "to make more stupid" sense) themselves, if only temporarily.
Actually, it was seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that totally set me off here. It perfectly illustrated what it is I hate about pot. What it does to people. Drugs in general, but pot specifically, if only because it's so socially accepted, even among my friends here. I hate it. I'm using the word 'hate' here. And I'm not willing to change this dislike in me, because this is one of those rare occasions where I know in my heart that what I feel is right.
4.) Seeing Kill Bill vol. 2 tomorrow. Geekgasm...! In my own way, I've been looking forward to this more than ROTK. I mean, hell, it wasn't like you didn't KNOW how that one was going to turn out.
5.) Damn damn damn damn damn! I've grown accustomed to her face.
2.) My serial killer play is coming along better than I'd hoped! The reaction to the scenes we read in class yesterday were very positive and I'm just hoping I can accomplish everything I'm hoping for in this complex story. Worst comes to worst, hey, I can always try it again as a novel or a comic (if I can find an artist to match my style).
3.) The use of recreational drugs by people I love continues to hurt me. A lot. Maybe it's because my father's been going drastically downhill recently, his speech now permanently slurred and on slow-motion. His comprehension is such that the man probably could barely make it through an episode of Green Acres these days. I don't like mine or anyone else's senses to be dulled, slowed down, or hindered. I need those laughs, that smile, those thoughts, I need those to come from oneself. And don't bother arguing that pot and alcohol do just that, people under the influence are no more themselves than people who are angry and scream things they don't even mean. You know you or someone you love who has done something they wouldn't normally do when they were under the influence. And it's likely that some of them regret it. I refuse to put myself in that kind of situation, and it hurts like hell to watch others do it. No, I DON'T think anyone's going to turn into my father. I just don't like seeing people willfully stupefying (in the "to make more stupid" sense) themselves, if only temporarily.
Actually, it was seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind that totally set me off here. It perfectly illustrated what it is I hate about pot. What it does to people. Drugs in general, but pot specifically, if only because it's so socially accepted, even among my friends here. I hate it. I'm using the word 'hate' here. And I'm not willing to change this dislike in me, because this is one of those rare occasions where I know in my heart that what I feel is right.
4.) Seeing Kill Bill vol. 2 tomorrow. Geekgasm...! In my own way, I've been looking forward to this more than ROTK. I mean, hell, it wasn't like you didn't KNOW how that one was going to turn out.
5.) Damn damn damn damn damn! I've grown accustomed to her face.
