i was totally inspired to blog today at school

and totally forgot what i was meant to blog about right now. so here goes whatever pops up in my head whilst i am typing this.

i have to write a play. an entire play, by april 15th. this is incredibly scary.

today, in my theater theory class, which i usually sit through mouth ajar completely dumbfounded as to what is going on, i understood something. because instead of talking about theoretical philosophies of theatre, my professor put on the friday music video. and then played the clip of jimmy fallen and stephen colbert's cover, and finally, brecht made sense to me. because previously, i believed that these things that he puts on these timelines apply only to themselves. i didn't realize you could have a little of this in a performance and a little of that and you wouldn't have even known that it was there cause it's completely natural for us to see. that probably doesn't make sense. i guess i thought brechtian performances were of their own entity. and there weren't brechtian elements in a naturalistic performance, i don't know why i thought that but i did. i know better.

the class is still incredibly confusing for me, as i never thought about what makes theatre theatre before the class. because mostly i've never seen anything that would have challenged my opinion of what theatre is.

it also doesn't help that my professor is so clearly on team avant garde, so in favor of this style of theatre that he subconsciously degrades the kind of theatre that i like, the realistic or naturalistic.

next up, i ate almost an entire bag of baked chips. i really was so hungry i didn't want to wait for chicken to cook for me to have to eat it. so i'll have it for dinner.

also, i then ate vegetables, to balance it all out.

then, i took a short nap.

now, i have to write a paper, well, edit an already written paper on as you like it. which i don't want to do. i feel like my entire shakespeare class has more advanced thought processing brains than me. so my papers must look like shit when he reads them all together. i have nothing good to say. also, alex, we need to skype more about hamlet, i much prefer your opinions to the douchebag who sits in the back of class. btw he is a douchebag. i can tell. because he's good looking. and he's aware of it. i also saw him on a subway once and i think he couldnt tell how he knew me.

after the paper, the cherry orchard. i'm gonna be honest about this one, i like chekhov. so i'm looking forward to it.

friday is stuck in my head. so the subtext of my typing 'i'm looking forward to it" was actually we we we so excited. we so excited.

yep.

this is a really long and boring blog. but it's beda.