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remindmeofthe) wrote2010-02-02 01:58 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2010-02-02 01:58 pm
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In brief: things I have done over the last couple of weeks.
* Classes! I had to drop American Popular Culture on account of it having so much reading that I may as well have been taking a third English class, so I replaced it with Historical Construction of Sexuality, which I had wanted to take anyway but couldn't take on the fifth class. Four is plenty, especially now that I'm in the higher level courses. And it . . . has so much reading I may as well be taking a third English class. Sigh. (I think I got spoiled by the History prof I had the past two semesters, whose reading assignments were almost always able to be treated as optional, since he gave such thorough notes in class.) It's a nice parallel to my Gender and Sexuality Theory class, though, and I think the two of them paired together will be helpful this semester.
Also, my Acting for Non-Majors class involves yoga. WTF is that all about? Yes, please, let's perform activities I associate with gym class, which I am still, at twenty-seven years old, grateful that I no longer have to attend. That'll get me nice and wound up and uncomfortable just in time for the various acting exercises! And, oh god, last week we did one of those guided relaxation thingies - you know, the kind where a soothing voice (or, in this case, the professor) tells you to relax your body an inch at time over the course of like twenty minutes? I cannot be the only person for whom this has the opposite effect. Thirty seconds in ("Relax your scalp") and I've got ants crawling under my skin and I want to run around in circles screaming. This is my reaction to anything that involves holding still/making careful, deliberate little movements for longer than like three seconds. (I would be the worst surgeon EVER.) So if we have to do that again this week, I may lose my shit. Or possibly lose a battle with the Giggle Loop, which you should NOT GOOGLE if you don't know what it is. Trust me. You're better off that way.
* Oh, yeah, also, I had a birthday on the twenty-third. Thanks to everyone who wished me a good one! If you posted something and I didn't comment, it's probably because when I scanned my flist that evening, I was not entirely sober, so I missed it.
* I have effected a change in my wardrobe! It now involves more tunic shirts and leggings and skirts and fewer jeans and t-shirts. I am bored of jeans and t-shirts, because that's what I've been wearing for like fifteen years, and I love the tunic shirts that are in style right now because they allow me to wear more comfortable things like leggings. I have a belly and jeans dig into it when I sit. The wrong pair can actually give me a stomachache. And I want skirts and dresses too because I also have thighs, and the inseam of a pair of jeans (aka, the only part of the entire jean that cannot be fucking patched) wears through too quickly. And I HATE jeans shopping, omg. Skirts will not present that problem. And leggings have less friction than denim, I think, and are cheaper to replace in any case.
I really miss pockets, though. Goddamn. I only have one actual skirt so far and want a couple more. I'll be looking for ones with pockets.
And that is all the fascinating stuff I have not been posting about since the semester started. And now that I've caught up on that, maybe I'll start posting again because I won't be thinking "BUT THERE'S SO MUCH I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START HALP maybe tomorrow."
* Classes! I had to drop American Popular Culture on account of it having so much reading that I may as well have been taking a third English class, so I replaced it with Historical Construction of Sexuality, which I had wanted to take anyway but couldn't take on the fifth class. Four is plenty, especially now that I'm in the higher level courses. And it . . . has so much reading I may as well be taking a third English class. Sigh. (I think I got spoiled by the History prof I had the past two semesters, whose reading assignments were almost always able to be treated as optional, since he gave such thorough notes in class.) It's a nice parallel to my Gender and Sexuality Theory class, though, and I think the two of them paired together will be helpful this semester.
Also, my Acting for Non-Majors class involves yoga. WTF is that all about? Yes, please, let's perform activities I associate with gym class, which I am still, at twenty-seven years old, grateful that I no longer have to attend. That'll get me nice and wound up and uncomfortable just in time for the various acting exercises! And, oh god, last week we did one of those guided relaxation thingies - you know, the kind where a soothing voice (or, in this case, the professor) tells you to relax your body an inch at time over the course of like twenty minutes? I cannot be the only person for whom this has the opposite effect. Thirty seconds in ("Relax your scalp") and I've got ants crawling under my skin and I want to run around in circles screaming. This is my reaction to anything that involves holding still/making careful, deliberate little movements for longer than like three seconds. (I would be the worst surgeon EVER.) So if we have to do that again this week, I may lose my shit. Or possibly lose a battle with the Giggle Loop, which you should NOT GOOGLE if you don't know what it is. Trust me. You're better off that way.
* Oh, yeah, also, I had a birthday on the twenty-third. Thanks to everyone who wished me a good one! If you posted something and I didn't comment, it's probably because when I scanned my flist that evening, I was not entirely sober, so I missed it.
* I have effected a change in my wardrobe! It now involves more tunic shirts and leggings and skirts and fewer jeans and t-shirts. I am bored of jeans and t-shirts, because that's what I've been wearing for like fifteen years, and I love the tunic shirts that are in style right now because they allow me to wear more comfortable things like leggings. I have a belly and jeans dig into it when I sit. The wrong pair can actually give me a stomachache. And I want skirts and dresses too because I also have thighs, and the inseam of a pair of jeans (aka, the only part of the entire jean that cannot be fucking patched) wears through too quickly. And I HATE jeans shopping, omg. Skirts will not present that problem. And leggings have less friction than denim, I think, and are cheaper to replace in any case.
I really miss pockets, though. Goddamn. I only have one actual skirt so far and want a couple more. I'll be looking for ones with pockets.
And that is all the fascinating stuff I have not been posting about since the semester started. And now that I've caught up on that, maybe I'll start posting again because I won't be thinking "BUT THERE'S SO MUCH I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START HALP maybe tomorrow."
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Sounds like we have v similar tastes in outfits lol
Happy Belated Birthday!
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I replaced it with Historical Construction of Sexuality
*starryeyes* Do want. There was a Historicizing Sexuality class offered at CMU last semester, but it didn't fit in my schedule.
The yoga before acting is probably not a bad idea, really; I know it's not necessarily fun, but it is helpful to be physically warmed up before any kind of stage work. Being in touch with your body really does help you act more truthfully -- and I say this after spending a semester being told to get out of my head, in spite of thinking I was pretty in touch with my physicality. Is it possible for you to beg off yoga with some ailment or other, and do your own kind of warmup?
That said, I hate guided relaxation exercises. They're just not how I focus. Those things put me in my head a lot more than they put me in my body.
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Guided relaxation exercises are also awful for me because I am an inherently contrary, sarcastic person, and those exercises can get pretty silly and then I can't stop making fun of them in my head. I was in one once where the person leading it told us to breathe through our genitals. I do not know how I did not laugh hysterically, but I managed. This is probably something I could overcome, but then I would be a different person.