Tuesday, July 18, 2006
All The Promises We Make
Hmm.. Hopefully this is the last pattern of my staying up late to do school work. I can't believe I care so much. How miserable >.<
However, these are some of my last.assessments.ever! So perhaps I should have been celebrating more since I was doing them very last minute and with only two cups of coffee (one of them not 'real' coffee). Well, laddies, it was fun.
So now I only have major works, drama assessments, trial exams and the dreaded (or not-so-dreaded) HSC. I maintain that it's all a joke.
Which is why I'm staying up late and doing this work. Sigh.
Today I had to go to school for a drama group performance workshop with a guy from ATYP and band workshop. We were basically told that our characters were good but we had no story. So there goes 10 weeks of work, we're starting over. And since we decided we're not really attached to our characters (Bob particularly, I thought my perfectionist was alright), they wouldn't work in any storyline. In the last 10 minutes of workshopping, I was past it (had a rather obtrusive migraine), but was asked to identify what hypocrisy I could identify in myself and thus hate... What happened to our Celebration of Life, I say! So we might either be doing something super meaty and meaningful and serious, or something super sketchy (which the fomer would be anyway, as we don't have much time to start afresh), or we could return to what we had already done. The problem is that now we've been told we should drop it, there's a kind of stigma about it... as though we couldn't returned if we tried.
>.<
The only thing I like at the moment is my script. Which I shall have to fabricate a logbook for. Joy!
No, it's fine. Because in a few minutes I'll be all rugged up in bed. Smiling that I finally got Day at the Races (!!yes!!!) and extremely happy the printer didn't die tonight. The computer looked like it was going to, for a bit.
One more coffee for the road? It's already tomorrow, so my limit I can start anew...
No, coffee and middle-of-the-night hunger is striking. To bed I must go!
*dances away with Carmen to hopefully see Superman tomorrow/today!*
*thwacks self over head*
Yes! Unconscious! ¶ 1:16 AM
However, these are some of my last.assessments.ever! So perhaps I should have been celebrating more since I was doing them very last minute and with only two cups of coffee (one of them not 'real' coffee). Well, laddies, it was fun.
So now I only have major works, drama assessments, trial exams and the dreaded (or not-so-dreaded) HSC. I maintain that it's all a joke.
Which is why I'm staying up late and doing this work. Sigh.
Today I had to go to school for a drama group performance workshop with a guy from ATYP and band workshop. We were basically told that our characters were good but we had no story. So there goes 10 weeks of work, we're starting over. And since we decided we're not really attached to our characters (Bob particularly, I thought my perfectionist was alright), they wouldn't work in any storyline. In the last 10 minutes of workshopping, I was past it (had a rather obtrusive migraine), but was asked to identify what hypocrisy I could identify in myself and thus hate... What happened to our Celebration of Life, I say! So we might either be doing something super meaty and meaningful and serious, or something super sketchy (which the fomer would be anyway, as we don't have much time to start afresh), or we could return to what we had already done. The problem is that now we've been told we should drop it, there's a kind of stigma about it... as though we couldn't returned if we tried.
>.<
The only thing I like at the moment is my script. Which I shall have to fabricate a logbook for. Joy!
No, it's fine. Because in a few minutes I'll be all rugged up in bed. Smiling that I finally got Day at the Races (!!yes!!!) and extremely happy the printer didn't die tonight. The computer looked like it was going to, for a bit.
One more coffee for the road? It's already tomorrow, so my limit I can start anew...
No, coffee and middle-of-the-night hunger is striking. To bed I must go!
*dances away with Carmen to hopefully see Superman tomorrow/today!*
*thwacks self over head*
Yes! Unconscious! ¶ 1:16 AM
