Damn
I went to this acting workshop thing (which turned out to be more like a lecture thing, but no matter) and now I’m all excited about acting again. This, in turn, makes me think about going away this summer, but I reckon I should still go because the Audition Studio has been there for twenty-odd years, it’ll probably be there when I get back, whereas the greek olympics will only be there once (at least as far as I’m concerned; if I live another 2,000 years then there will be plenty of time for acting classes).
On my way home on the El platform there was a man in an Army uniform. I don’t know what his story was because I was only alerted to his presence when he began violently kicking one of the metal thingies on the platform and swearing. Being Chicagoans, we all gawked briefly and then treated him as if he didn’t exist and none of this had ever happened. All I could think was, “Right. Let’s give him a gun, then, and send him off to another country. Fine idea.” I said as much to the woman standing near me. She remarked that her brother was in the Navy, and they got in big trouble if they were late. This in no way changed my opinion about the gun thing.
I’m trying, in vain, once again to learn to love ‘The Three EPs’ by the Beta Band. Nope, sorry guys just hate it. I’ve decided that, with exceptions, I really dislike ambient, meandery popular music. Just give me a song with a couple verses, couple choruses, with bonus points for witty or insightful lyrics and complex harmonies. Oh, I also am generally against California punk after 1997. Fuck I have to turn this shit off.
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