What. The. Hell.
As if being in our school didn’t wear me down to the bone enough, now I have these GIANT midterm/finals to worry about. That’s right, the common assessment that can’t decide what kind of test it is.
Today I added a project I’ve been meaning to work on for years. A half-minute piece, which is a warped version of Bach’s “Sicut Locutus Est” that I heard in a nightmare once.
In addition, I really hope, with my new mic, to revisit “Ver Frigidus,” for a variety of reasons.
I totally should have done this before, over the summer, but I forgot. I’ll do it now anyway.
While vacationing in Block Island, I stumbled across a most remarkable book.
The book was by none other than Douglas Adams, a writer for Monty Python’s Flying Circus and author of the much-loved Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series.
Hello!!!!!!1111oneoneoneeleven I’m a student from AAST!! I mean...Of course, where else would I be? I AM incredibly intelligent. It’s where I belong.
I’ve always really wondered what it’s like NOT being as incredibly intelligent as I am.
It’s Sunday. The last day of my four-day-weekend. It’s cold. I’m sitting wearing slippers and a sweatshirt as I finish my homework. There’s no one to talk to (Ever notice when you try to IM a girl, they conveniently “gotta go” after about a minute of the conversation? It never fails...). I’m incredibly bored.
Boy. It seems that my hardest homework assignment this weekend wasn’t a homework assignment at all. It was simply trying to develop my character, Fabian, in our upcoming production of Twelfth Night.
We’ve decided to set it in 1920’s Hollywood, and so obviously the characters of Toby, Andrew and Fabian are going to be highly influenced by the slapstick humor of comedians like The Marx Brothers and Charlie Chaplain.