Friday, October 19, 2012

The Confused Blatherings of an Exhausted Theatre Student ...

I got hardly any sleep last night ... as in, Wednesday night.

I went out after class with a few friends from the program and enjoyed the cheapest ice cream sundae in the history of forever at Denny's. Then I drove home (it took forty-five minutes to go three blocks because of a Hollywood Bowl concert) and didn't get there until about midnight. At that point I was wired from blasting music in my car with both windows rolled down on the drive home to stay awake and not total my car.

The point is, I didn't get into bed until about 2 AM. I didn't fall asleep until about 4 AM. I woke up at 11, freaking out about not having enough time to do anything with my life and worrying that I was wasting my time sleeping, as I usually do. I got up and tackled a solid three hours of research for my scene study piece, which made me feel even more comfortable with the material.

Since I didn't go out that afternoon to run errands or grab something to eat, I figured I'd head to Hollywood a couple hours early and grab a coffee and finish research in character before class started. My character I was researching and studying is a master's student working on her Art thesis. She's an impulsive, passionate, yet subtle woman. I know it seems impossible to throw all three of those together, but there you go.

The part of the story that is funny, though, is that I got hit on more and much more attention from guys in general when I was getting coffee as someone else than I have this whole past month as myself. One was random and hysterically funny, one was sweet and somewhat-not-really smooth, and the last was uncomfortable and slightly creepy.

Story done. Bed calling to me. Singing my name. Must go. Now.

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