1. The Displacement Project was almost more than I could handle. Amazing, amazing, amazing. I kind of wish it wasn’t over.
2. But, that does mean that I can be at Julius Caesar rehearsals everyday now, which is great. We choreographed all of the death scenes today and they’re all brutal and fantastic and I’m so stoked about mine.
3. Today in Physical Acting, I stood on Carlton’s shoulders and we played a game called “Ghost Potato.”
4. I convinced my dad to grow a beard for the first time in his life but he shaved it off before I could see it in person (which was the whole idea to begin with!). So, obviously, he is going to have to grow another one.
5. My obsession with Sherlock is completely out of hand and not even okay anymore.
On Thursday, I went to Brighton Beach to be in a student film. We found a dead cat and I had to prod it with an umbrella. ARRRRT!
On Friday, Adam bought a cassette tape deck, Ty showed us her short film that Alexis and I were in, and I went to a weird party in a tiny apartment on Thompson.
On Saturday, a few of us saw Trojan Women at Atlantic. I had mixed feelings about it. Then there was the Broome talent show with free pizza and then Hannah’s party, which was nine-year-old themed and a lot of fun.
Today my dad visited and we went to Lombardi’s at a weird time so we didn’t have to wait and then walked all the way to the High Line, walked the whole High Line, and then walked to Penn Station to take the subway back here.
It was a good weekend, but I have a midterm on Tuesday that I haven’t really studied for. I will tomorrow. I will study so much tomorrow.
My dad and I having fun with Photobooth on an airplane.
In other news, being back in New York is nice, but freezing. Classes started today. They were fine; I don’t have much to say about them, but seeing Ethan Youngerman again pretty much made my day. I’M SEEING THE DECEMBERISTS TOMORROW WITH ADAM AND ALEXIS AND I AM SO EXCITED. I should be doing that damn Acting assignment.
It needs some context, though. When we were in Australia, we went to this butterfly sanctuary and there was a place with lots of dead, mounted butterflies and some terrifyingly huge moths. I was talking about how scary the moths were and how I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing them alive and not behind glass and my dad said, “Would you rather see one of those or a giant rat flying bat fox?”
If a giant rat flying bat fox really existed, I would definitely take seeing that over a bird-sized moth.
I went home this past weekend. It was weird at first (we had new doorknobs!) and I missed New York, but then it was really nice. Hanging out with Amanda and seeing Front Row Seat with Caileigh and going out to dinner two days in a row were all so, so wonderful. Then I came back here and it felt kind of weird and I was unnecessarily melancholy today. I can’t wait to get the second progression essay away from me.
Day twenty: A 10+ year-old picture
It didn’t have to be of me, right? This is my dad (left) and uncle when they were youngsters.
