I've gotten a lot more interested in writing lately. Perhaps it has something to do with how much time I'm spending alone these days. Or the fact that I don't see my friends very often and have some kind of deep-seated need to share my experiences with others. I mean, of course I do, I'm in the arts. But I guess it's harder to recognize that fact about yourself when you're actually around people all the time and thus implicitly sharing your experiences. I don't know. I am contemplating using this (because everything I do has to have some kind of ethereal "purpose" apparently) as a means to generate poetry or beginnings of stories. Why I can't just do this by writing in my own journal, I don't know. Maybe it's just easier to be motivated to write for an "audience," whether or not the audience is actually reading anything at all? I'm babbling at this point. Potentially starting my own new "personal project" on here. Whatever. Read it if you want. Or don't.

It's fine when I'm busy, but as soon as I'm not I find myself asking the question, "What am I doing here?" I ask it over and over. Sometimes I can come up with a good answer.

Something that has been a great comfort to me lately is the universality of theatre. Moving to a new city I just wasn't sure what to expect. You know, do people do things the same way in the professional world? Is it going to be unrecognizably different? But so far, all the games and warm ups we've done at camp are the same ones I do/did in Titanic and at UW. When I teach things and use either improv terminology or theatre concepts, the other teacher can pick up exactly where I leave off. In rehearsals for the show I'm SMing right now, I hear the director use all the same words I know. In my interview today I knew all the vocabulary to use when I was describing my vision and ideas. I am a lot more prepared than I ever realized...

I should not have ordered this sandwich. How did I not notice there were raisins in it? Very disappointed in myself. Killing time in a cafe by Union Station, waiting to get on the bus to Madison. I don't really know what I'll be doing in Madison once I get there, but the break will be nice. I had an interview with a temp agency this morning...I'm registered now and will hopefully start getting work in a couple weeks. Everyone there was really nice and it seems like it will be good. Next week the summer camp fun continues, too. Kids are ridiculous. It's pretty interesting to watch.

That's basically my life right now. I had a wave of "God, I can't believe I live here" this morning. Most of the time I don't notice it though.

Ugh, in case anyone was wondering, netbooks are IMPOSSIBLE to type on.

June 15

That first bite of food after forgetting to eat all day (and almost passing out from hunger on the train) is GLORIOUS!

Some days it's really nice to do absolutely nothing. And listen to Elliott Smith for hours on end.

I got to do improv today! It was for an audition, but there was scene work and callbacks and freeze tag and all things glorious. There's something satisfying about knowing I did my personal best under the circumstances and that the way I played was true to my style. I can't control whether they liked my style or not, but I was pleased.