so, it's all over. we finished all our presentations with our movement pieces yesterday afternoon. it was fine. of course, no-one really takes movement and the pieces seriously, so it wasn't that big a deal, unlike the day before, tuesday... that's when we performed our monologues. the scariest and most exciting thing ever. we all sat on the floor upstage against the wall, behind the actor performing, facing the audience while we waited for our turn to and after we'd done our monologue...
the scary thing was your name was drawn from a bowl so you had no idea when it was going to be your turn! and to make things even harder you had to draw two other pieces of paper for yourself once you were up there and quickly do whatever was on them, in my case it was teenage mutant ninja turtles (on the one note) in gibberish (on the other), and for example, rodrigo who went first, got arnold swatzieneigger (i have no idea how to spell his name) on ice. that was meant to get you out of your head before doing your piece, and made things a bit more light for everyone, cause most of the monologues were really intense and dark... i performed gill's and that was about her boating accident when she was eleven and it was very graphic...
anyway. i survived. we all did. and last night we went out for drinks!
i went for a coffee with cathrine before joining the guys at the pub and brett, darryl, mark and josh walked by, high as kites, they'd taken e and were heading toward granville street to get drunk and check out girls or something... i know it's none of my business now, since i broke up with him, but i couldn't help but to worry about brett for the rest of the night. i care about him so much. i hope he's fine.
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