Raveing Lunatick
death in the family
so my Uncle died today/yesterday. I toasted him and took him to a strip club. my $. Mom was sad cuz no-one's left to remember but her. I remember what she told me, 'bout the dumb kid who did whatever they said, and such. I don't have "for real's" family, only my mom and stepdad. I wish my Uncle waz clouser, and his family. but there too f'n cool or sump'n. whatever, my bros gay and I'm in theatre. get over you'r self. Mom wanted to hang with him but he was to busy or somthing. they could have seen each other one last time. but he did'nt wanna. to late now. dork.highs and lows
I have finished designing and building a set for the play "going to st. Ives". this was an exhausting all consuming venture. when it was finished I felt so proud, so high. then opening night came and was canceled becouse the actors wern't ready. as I watched the actors stuggle through thier lines, still on book, and cringed at the sound design comming way to loud from the speakers, I felt a true sense of defeat. a sense of fooling my self into beleaving I had accomplished some grand work of art, and that I had tricked myself agian into thinking that my life would now change for the better.the critcs will hate everything. the reveiws will be so bad no one, not even close friends will come. I could have done so much better. these are the things I tell myself.
Luckily I know the truth lies somewere inbetween. It is my first go at set design. it has some problems but it also has some very strong points. The actors are very talented and are very engadgeing. if only someone would just kill that god damn bird chirping from the speakers. bird flue whare are you when I need you.