Dumb Dreams

Dreamed last night of two classmates, one (Mr. Repressed Anger) who I went to kiss me on the cheek but instead, gave me a very nice kiss on the mouth. The other (Mr. Repressed Anger #2) got very mad at me for this because he thought we were together. I tried to explain, but really I just wanted to be with Mr Repressed Anger.

What does that mean? And why do I go to school with so many people with repressed anger?

The night before, I had a dream that I was having an affair with Mr. Expressed Anger and it was great.

Maybe it's time to give up on this idea of me being "a nice person." It seems it doesn't matter anyway. I've been feeling like a jerk and the other night Norway tells me, "You're such a good person!"

I Like My Bruises pt 9

If I continue making physical theatre, I may spend the rest of my life covered in bruises. right now I've got a big one on my left bicep, from spotting handsprings, two mystery ones on the top of my left thigh, a huge one on my left shoulder blade from doing a shoulder roll on a wooden plank floor and several others just scattered about.

This week, I would have been able to do my handspring with only one spotter, if the acro teacher had been available. I honestly can't believe I'm doing this and for once, I am ahead of most of the group, rather than lagging behind. I still can't do an adequate backward roll, but front handspring? I'm on my way!

Creation Bear

I'm going to Norway for New Year's! I hope I don't freeze to death.

And hooray, it's December! Which means that my friend Jose Bold has come out with his annual December album. This year, you can find it here, in addition to his last two, December City and Fly the December Skies. He is a very talented and very special guy.

Please enjoy.

The Territories

Capitano is harder than he looks.
Pantalone came surprisingly easily.
The Zanni? Cake.

So I get this stuff. So what? Where does it lead? I also have an aptitude for pantomime. Fabulous, another dead art form at which I am adept. I guess I have to continue to wait and see.

This myofascial release stuff is changing my life.

This digestion stuff that the naturopath prescribed me is changing my life.

My flat is changing my life.

School, will you change my life? I guess I have to continue to wait and see. And please let me get handspring this week.

Christmas plans are getting in order! Nati and I started our wish list of Christmas activities. I spent a lovely afternoon with Norway planning a new year's trip, not to mention the possibility of Stroud.

All in all, it's only Tuesday and it's been a good week so far.

The Sound and the Fury

Wow. Feelings sure are funny. You should probably stay out of my way today. I might throw a punch.

No, not to worry. Repression is for the Brits. And punches in the face are for self-centered dickwads.

Augh

Another session of myofascial release tonight. I wonder what will happen.

Then back to taking myself seriously.

Turns Out

Turns out that I really get commedia.
Turns out that my handspring is getting close to me being able to try it by myself.
Turns out that getting rid of bus emotions allows me to experience moving through space in a different way.

Turns out that I am a creature of habit.
Turns out the things I want are a lot smaller than I thought they were.
Turns out that today, it's enough to be a part of my flat.

In my flat, the boys laugh at me. They give me shit about the number of vitamins I take and the crunchy Northwest lifestyle I lead. They try and encourage me to smoke. Someone brings home a bottle of wine and we all share it. They give me aspirin for my hangovers. In my flat, the boys anti-flirt with me. They flirt by way of rejection, which is funny, endearing, and ultimately flirty in a totally harmless way. In my flat, there live three good spirits and one gal who's still finding her way in the world.

Turns out that most of the people that I am thankful for weren't at Thanksgiving.

Another Day, Another Dollar

I don't see the pregnant mommies on Tuesday evenings any longer, not since I started school. I now work on Friday mornings, when the couples come in for relationship and sexual counselling. It's great to hear the couples argue.

This morning, the male half of one couple blew in with such force and intensity that it gave me a sharp reminder of how I don't have to live with that.

I like people. There are blessings every day.