Exercise: Running back and forth along Raritan 6 times trying to find people. And yes, I was consciously thinking, "Oh, I'm trying to find people quickly. I should run and take advantage of this instance."
Voice: Oh my. How about an hour's worth of range expansion? I was feeling really shitty, and I started singing, and let out all of my frustrations, and hit the highest note I've ever hit since my voice dropped. It was a G.
Reading: I'm starting Comedy of Errors again.
Participation: 100
Description(if above 89): I'm actually getting somewhere! YES! WOO! I'm not a failure! I even overcame my vast exhaustion for theatre today. And died immediately afterward. Yes, I am aware I am writing this journal late, but I think I am justified.
Well, may I just say that I literally could not survive without the arts. I had a rather powerful experience today. With music. I came home thinking I was about to eat and fall asleep. I ended up doing neither, as I felt as if I was about to vomit. But I started singing. 'Twas not a conscious thought, but I started singing. At the top of my lungs. And I slowly morphed into my head voice at around middle C. That's when I started chromatics. At this point my stomach was churning fairly intensely. But I kept scaling. Past D, E, and F, F#, and, finally, G! I got that grainy quality you generally hear in rock, but I hit that fucking note. And I held it. And I repeated it. And I almost collapsed from the pain in my stomach, but I took some Maalox and all was fine. But I mean, music is one of the main outlets in my life. It's the only way I know to get out frustration, and anger, and sadness. At least, the only way I succeed at that doesn't involve hurting people. But I don't want to do that anymore. At least, not outside of acting. There, I must give in.
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