Yes, it's late. But I got to hangout with mi madre.

Exercise:Playing tag for about an hour. Outside.
Voice:Practicing Philo music, 20 minutes (plus, you know, it's me. I sing constantly)
Reading:Glengarry Glen Ross
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I did get chewed up a bit today, but overall I didn't have a terrible day. Oh, and I'm signing up for the big chill. If I don't have anything else that I've forgotten about.

So. I understand what was said to me, but something is still not clicking. I have some idea of what to do, but I'm going to talk to Mrs. Aladren on Monday. I've set up an e-mail to be sent to me on Sunday reminding me. On this site called futureme.org That's right. Send emails to the future.

Maroon Moran

Exercise:I did not get any exercise whatsoever today.
Voice:I'm an articulation monster.
Reading:Glengary Glen Ross
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Went through a helluva lot of useless magazines to find the color palette we're after. And the style. And yada yada yada.

Well, I watched bits of Get Smart today. And realized I totally don't get most of it. I'm tired, so I'm gonna skip to the point: What's the balance between fanservice with inside jokes and whatnot, and a good movie?

Holy Bejeezus

Exercise:None. I strained a muscle in my back in gym today.
Voice:Practicing The Jesus Song. High E. Not too shabby.
Reading:None.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I guess? I was about to cry during Waiting for Guffman. I stopped laughing about 20-30 minutes in. And the whole talk afterward? Well, I suppose the below bits are my current thoughts, though they are by no means complete.

Okay. So, I'll go with the flow. Everyone giving out their existentialism. Mine: I actually heard two or three definitions of what I should be doing. For right this instant, I'm sticking with one: What do you enjoy doing so much that you get lost in it and lose track of time?

By this definition, I am a musician. But 2 years ago, I was a dancer. And last year, I was an actor. I'm really confused. I mean, I barely even know how to start a conversation on it I'm so lost. Should I just go with whatever is drawing me at the moment? That doesn't seem like a good idea. But I dunno.

Should I try doing all these things at once? That doesn't seem smart, either.

I need to figure out which to focus on, but I can't honestly say which one I enjoy more.

Bottom line: D=Desire, T=Talent, A=Absorption

What if D(T/A)>1?

What if it equals 4?

How do I determine n amount of F, focus, for x amount of the r(T(D/A))?

Let's say T=x, D=(T^2)/4, and A=T/2

To determine x, I must determine the number of things tell me I am or would be good at.

Acting
Singing
Dancing
Music Performance
Music Composition
Directing

So T=6, let's say.

Now, chances are I enjoy a good deal of the things people say I'm good at. Plus various extra perks that come with them. Thus, D can be > T.

So, in this case, D=9.

A is simple. I will most likely be able to learn at least half of what people say I'm good at. So A=3.

So T(D/A)=6(9/3)=6(3)=18

Is that F? If so, what unit are we using?

I'm so confused. And I took quite a while on this, so should I be a mathematician? Theoretician? Philosopher?

Romance: I FAIL at it.

Exercise:20 crunshes, 20 push ups, but I'm still bad at breath control during exercise. Those 40 things took , like, 20 minutes.
Voice:Exploring my range. I want to extend the upper part. I'm currently B1 to F4, or thereabouts.
Reading:I watched The Wedding Singer for character work. I FAIL AT ROMANTIC!
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Finished up the little lovers' scene, and worked on costumes, props, and worked more toward grounding. This is going to be a complete bitch for me.

I'm really nervous about the whole romantic thing. I dunno. I'm scared, I guess. Cause I totally fail at it. And I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm doing hella research, but nothing is clicking at all. I literally have been looking up "how to be romantic" in Google. How sad is that? I found, and read, all the way through, 101 ways to be romantic. I've read bits of the (non-porno) parts of the Kama Sutra. I've watched The Wedding Singer. I've done way too much already, and I'm already nervous on day 3. -_-

LKAFHOIASNHFIANfnifnofpaesjvpifnvd

Friends. Yay for 'em!

Exercise: 1 hour brisk walking in cold
Voice: Breath control practice. I got one note that lasted 44 seconds.
Reading:Further table work. I'm most likely not reading 'till April. :P I kid, I kid.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89): Because there's no way I did anything wrong today. In baking.

I did something today I haven't done in a while. I went for a walk. With Rose. And we talked. And discussed. It was really neato. And I walked her home, and walked back home. At the same slow pace. And got really relaxed. And I'm still relaxed. I mean, right beforehand, I walked around for a good hour in the cold, but then the conversation once I slowed down with Rose really felt good. I'm glad I'm friends with Rose.

Hi, Hermia!

Exercise: :/
Voice:Writing a pop song.
It actually does stretch my chords a good deal. I mean, it's a faux-Jesus song now, but whatever. I'll return to the original lyrics someday.
Reading: I'm working on my table work. I've got my lines up to line 778 just about done. I mean, check 'em in class, of course, but I've looked them through. ANd I've started research on Lysander himself. I think I've even gotten a house!
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, table work. I've admitted that I currently suck at romance, but I'm working on it! Fweesh!



And I'm still on a poetry binge, so I may as well start doing some character work with it.

A lesson to birds, to sing and fly:
A goddess, do observe
And one such deity have I
To whom I aught but serve

She walks with further grace than cats
And flits more fleet than skates
And so, dear aviators, that's
How you'll find your mates

Compare your lust to Hermia,
Slight and slim she be,
And see if love doth spring right forth
Unto a great degree

I feel good

Exercise:Stretching. I'm working on getting flexibility back.
Voice:It's Monday. I had Philo.
Reading:I've moved on to Glenngarry Glenn ROss.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):We did our monologues today. I sorta sucked, but I didn't freak, I acknowledged it, and moved on.


The flyerby doth in the sky
Direct our eyes to high and dry
From dark and dull to bright and gold
And doubtfulness belie

And when we're up, in our ideal
We all must check, to know it's real
Then when we're sure that all is right
We decide to stop and feel

This is what we could and should
Do much more than knock on wood
For this relies much less on luck
For getting to feel good.

Heart to heart

Exercise:None. I passed out.
Voice:See above.
Reading:About to go read more Square ROot of Wonderful in bed.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I did my best to help people with IPA. While I'm good at IPA itself, I have trouble teaching it. But really. Emily needs to CALM DOWN. I digress.

Dude. I think I'm becoming a hippy. I have been totally mellow these last coupla nights. I mean, I've also been really tired, but woah. I'm, like, calm. And I keep on finding amazing music.

Beat and rhythm morph
Haunting melodies are formed
Bliss and peace for once
Riffs and vamps, chords and taps
Colliding harmoniously
Progressions echo
Voices, strings, and wind
Bellowing transcendental
Lilting note-to-note
Bass flares further
Trebble follows behind
Sirens belt out
Insanely
Following patterns
Endlessly
Combined
All make for one
Beauty
Formed
Unknowing
Sound

I wish

Exercise:Jogging 10 minutes
Voice:20 Minutes practice for Philo (Working on expanding range, so far I'm down to low B-B-flat, and high F when belting.
Reading:The Square Root of Wonderful, Carson McCullers
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Um, I took my test? And didn't so too terribly awful? I did get a tad rowdy toward the end, but I then started working toward my visual artistic skills.

I wish the world could be more like this.

http://www.wimp.com/weirdlover/

I'm feeling very touchy-feely this evening. Very hippy-esque. Sorta that whole, "Why can't the world be calm, and nice, a full of love and peace?" It's sort of a cool place, actually. Everything has panflutes playing in the background. And

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
Warm summer days
Cool winter nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world