Where the wild things are
I went down to Granville Island today. I had been trying to get people to come with me, but I ended up there by myself, in the Backstage Lounge drinking Strongbow and meandering with my camera half-tipsy to the Performance Works for some fine French-Canadian sexual yuppie satire.
I watched 2 people fuck onstage. One of the more awkward 15-seconds I've seen on stage in a while.
It's getting down to Crunch Time and I'm in one of my annual 'moods'. Part of me really wants to stop going to school right now just to get away from the ludicrous and arbitrary projects being flung in my general direction. I honestly can't stand some of the expectations, but I remind myself that: a) I always say that when I feel this overworked and b) that all theatre people are insane, even me.
Really, I think the frustration right now is that I feel so fucking Bohemian. I have 1,001 ideas, things I want to explore or accomplish, without caring about how it's important to the pleasant normal every-day world. I want to make art, I want to fuck around and create things that make people laugh and think. I want to do more than follow outlines and routines. And I don't want to have to do all this other stuff first. I'm having a hard time bringing myself to be bothered with it.
Good thing it's only a week or two. Spring Mysteries looms with the promise of greatness, despite inevitable stupid pagan drama.
So much possibility. I can't wait to see how everything will turn out.
Now back to trying to tread water until all my projects are done.
Comments
Trying to get people to come with you, but obviously not hard enough as you forget to contact those who live just up the street.
Posted by: Hakaken | April 5, 2006 12:23 PM