On the first account, there's school, which I'm flying through. I do not know how it is physically this late already. December is about to start, but I only just got here (but I've been away from everyone for ever, but I just saw them in the summer, but I don't know when I'll see them again - lather, rinse, repeat). Between voice classes and movement classes, mixed in with some ENTHRALLING Stanislavski and Chekov work (pause to wipe off the excessive sarcasm), add a handful of time spent working with playwrights, sprinkled with a dash of my own research project, I'm kinda going out of my nut. So, as always, the best solution is to keep doing more, and play catch up at all times. I'm really loving it (no pause necessary here, I actually mean it). We've had our first mini performance which went over incredibly well. It was like a festival of our class and everyone was fantastic. Gosh I'm working with some friggin' talented people. All of them. It's brilliant. No time to catch our breath though, as we're now into the beginnings of workshopping on new works, prepping for our Chekov presentations (which I'm THRILLED about and really looking forward to - - - pause for wiping), getting our Shakespeare auditions to their stellar best, and writing our semester summative statements. No problem.
Now to the literal flying. I've started taking a trapeze class. Partly as something to do outside of the program. Partly as a challenge and something entirely different. Partly because I think that the image of me dangling from a little bar up in the air is hilarious, completely with gangly arms and flailing legs. So let's do it! Why not! And I love it. I'm totally not strong enough to do have the stuff yet. Nor flexible enough. Nor fit enough. But there is stuff I can do. And I feel great doing it... other than the upside down sit ups I was forced to do by our instructor while hanging by my knees - still, pretty rad that I could totally do that! I also just did a weekend of aerial work. Think Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but far less beautiful and poised, as well as some uncomfortable grumbling nearer the end of the day. You wear a harness, very similar to one for rock climbing, and you're attached to a rope that you spin and turn and flip and hang and climb on. It's like flying ninja awesomeness. But there is a price for this awesomeness, my grasshoppers. Think about that harness again. And where the straps go. And inappropriate bruising. I've said enough.
Two other little notes of interest: While cleaning the flat last weekend, we had a couple of our bedroom windows open. One of the neighbourhood cats decided to jump in and say hello, but became rather frightened when we tried to say hello in return. He ran out of the hallway, through the kitchen and up to the large bay window in his attempt to escape. This window was not open. The cat bounced backwards and I've rarely tried to stifle a laugh so hard as that poor cat let out a most feeble "meow" that sounded quite similar to a "doh!"
The other is that I've now met Ruth. My flatmate's pal who lived in London and DATED GERARD BUTLER!!! I lost my mind while talking to her about this!! Apparently he had to miss a date, sending her a text at the last minute saying he needed to get to the theatre, and she thought he was blowing her off so deleted his number. He was starring in Phantom at the time. Moved to LA months later. She realized who he was about a year ago after watching PS I Love You.
I asked her if she wanted an invite to our wedding.
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