i'm lost

i didn't want this to happen.

i really, really didn't want this to happen. i've rationalized my way out of it twice already, but there's no hope. i'm gone.

i'm hooked on lost.

i didn't get it at first. i saw the first four episodes and the dialogue was so atrocious that i got turned off right away. when LHJE invited me over to his place a couple days ago to watch some episodes from the second season, i thought, 'this will be fine. i'll watch some episodes, they'll explain stuff that i don't understand, it'll be fine. that will be the end of it.' and that's the way it was. each episode is fairly well self-contained, and i was enjoying it (the writing got better). but then two days ago he invited me again, and i ended up going home with the complete first season. i'm lost. i've watched the first three discs already.

i figured out the formula pretty quick, for the episodes in the first season anyway: one third individual character backstory, one third learning to survive on the island, and one third discovering mysteries of the island, or as i like to call it, 'more weird shit!'. but each of the characters is so well drawn and complex that they are fascinating to watch.

the mystery is neat, i guess, but i'm pretty sure that the 'final explination' will not be as satisfying as wondering what on earth is going on. i like the metaphor of the button. i guess that's all i'll really say for now. i'm interested to know what happens in the intermediate episodes.

after a week

i've been gripped by a certain compulsion. something about the way the week went has left me in a creative rapture. i wrote eight pages today and my brain still needs to let out more. it's a certain numb feeling that comes from all channels bursting at once that can only be faught by writing. if this is anything like what has happened before, i will be dry for the next week. but this is fine. you have to ride it when you're on it.

classes start tomorrow

rehearsal for jenny chow started a couple nights ago, and i'm excited for how things are shaping up. we're off to a great start, i think. we better be, since we open a month from today.

the movement class is over and i can believe how much i've learned. i did things i never thought i could do ... i did a somersault over three people. someone stood on my shoulders. it was a great confidence experience, in addition to being a great fitness and acting resource.

life in the new apartment is a close call between frustrating and amusing. i'll leave it at that.

i started working out a new story idea a couple nights ago and i can't stop thinking about it. it's more of a thought experiment than a story, really, and i'm going bonkers. that's all i'll say for now.

hyena dream

i had a crazy dream a couple nights ago.

it was like i was watching a movie, but i was in the movie, and i was will farrell. i went to south africa to study nursery care, working with infants. i was the only male in the class, except for the teacher, who gave me a lot of crap. later, at night, i fought a hyena with steel claws on my hands and feet. then i was underground waiting for the subway/bus. there was a bum, and i gave him a lot of change. then we both got on the subway/bus. somehow i learned that all the bums in the city were working together to kill me. there was a bomb on the bus and it was going to blow up, full of people. so i got off the bus, and tried to get everyone else to get off, but no one would. sparks were coming off the top of the bus when i got off.

we acted it out in movement class.

jam / moscow

movement class still rolling, learning lots of new ... moves. no, seriously, its a great class. i feel really fortunate to be able to take it.

jam with LHJE and CB last night. after so much time it happened again! awesome! it was rocking and chill and i lost track of time so i missed watching american gladiators with the guys, but i saw the two hour special the day before, so i get the drift.

checked out some movies for help with my russian dialect for jenny chow. there's one with robin williams called moscow on the hudson. it was great to get the sound of the dialect. everything i read about the movie said it was a comedy, but i did not laugh. not a funny movie. but that's not what i watched it for.

first day of movement class

i found new muscles i didn't know i had. lots of stretching and muscly sorts of things. monologues tomorrow.

still unpacking, will have internet in house soon. :D

what happened in the rest of 2007

woo! happy new year! i'm back in greeley again, after a crazy break. i spent two and a half weeks in buenos aires, argentina, visiting M. lots of food, lots of interesting people from all over the world.

the end of last semester was so nuts that i didn't get a lot of time to blog, or do other things like that. i didn't end up finishing nanowrimo. i got to about 25k when i found out that i would be leaving the country and had to bump up my finals a week, and when it came down to it finishing nano again wasn't really that important to me. the novelty of the thing has sort of worn off, no pun intended.

i signed up for a winter interim movement intensive, which i thought started today, but apparently everyone was misinformed and it actually starts tomorrow. so i'm at the library, with a small packed lunch and some books, with nothing to do all day. awesome! everything on campus has been closed the last two days because of new years, and with the internet not hooked up at the new place yet, i have not been able to find an internet connection. but no one's been desperately trying to contact me through email, it seems, so everything is fine.

i've seen all three indiana jones movies in the last three days. take that, pop culture backlog!

i have a new year's resolution. i am going to write one hundred poems in 2008. this poetry thing is working out right now, so i figure i'll just keep riding it. i got a good batch in buenos aires so i have a head start. that's a poem every three or four days, which is a fairly leisurely pace, and with my advanced poetry class next semester, that should carry me through may.

that's me right now.