Papers and Improv
Sep. 22nd, 2005 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaI finished writing my paper. It hasn't changed much from this morning (erm, if at all . . . ) and it sucks. It's too short, and I don't think I did it right.
Improv was fun tonight, though not maybe so good as we've been. Warm-ups were freaking AWESOME, though. First, we did Dada monologues, which are just incoherent, disjointed streams of consciousness (rather like Nichole's diaryland journal, lol . . . or Julia's journal, some of the time, lol . . . ). It was fun. I went first, and I loved it ^_^
It really gets out a lot of weird things about people, too . . . some major lies, some weird underlying emotions, and some really weird truths. One guy was freaked out by everything, another traumatized by everything, another horny, another robotic . . . me, just crazy, lol ^_^
Then we did this really fun game, which I've claimed would be fun for me forever: We each took on a character and took a seat in a chair, and everyone asked us questions about anything and everything, and we had to stay consistent. I was Roderick von Brandt, from my story, lol ^_^ I knew I would stay consistent for him . . .
It was amusing. I explained that I was born in Dresden and still had a British accent because I really only existed within the pages of a book, but once we got that taken care of, they were all perfectly down with my being born in 1895 and being nine years old. I told them that I liked chocolate, but I couldn't have it often, and that I didn't know what Father did for a living, only that he sat in the office for large periods of time and often drank, and that Mother stayed in the parlor and the maid, Lauren, took care of me. They asked me what I hated most, and I said Eveline, because "there was something wrong with her." They asked me what I planned to do when I grew up, and I said I wanted to do something in the Church, but I didn't expect I'd make it that long, since I had pneumonia as a child and was constantly getting sick-- but, just between them and me, I often pretended, to get out of trouble, because they "won't hurt me if I'm sick." So the last question was, "Do your parents hit you?" and I was like O.o and they stopped the game right there before I could answer, lol . . .
Improv was fun tonight, though not maybe so good as we've been. Warm-ups were freaking AWESOME, though. First, we did Dada monologues, which are just incoherent, disjointed streams of consciousness (rather like Nichole's diaryland journal, lol . . . or Julia's journal, some of the time, lol . . . ). It was fun. I went first, and I loved it ^_^
It really gets out a lot of weird things about people, too . . . some major lies, some weird underlying emotions, and some really weird truths. One guy was freaked out by everything, another traumatized by everything, another horny, another robotic . . . me, just crazy, lol ^_^
Then we did this really fun game, which I've claimed would be fun for me forever: We each took on a character and took a seat in a chair, and everyone asked us questions about anything and everything, and we had to stay consistent. I was Roderick von Brandt, from my story, lol ^_^ I knew I would stay consistent for him . . .
It was amusing. I explained that I was born in Dresden and still had a British accent because I really only existed within the pages of a book, but once we got that taken care of, they were all perfectly down with my being born in 1895 and being nine years old. I told them that I liked chocolate, but I couldn't have it often, and that I didn't know what Father did for a living, only that he sat in the office for large periods of time and often drank, and that Mother stayed in the parlor and the maid, Lauren, took care of me. They asked me what I hated most, and I said Eveline, because "there was something wrong with her." They asked me what I planned to do when I grew up, and I said I wanted to do something in the Church, but I didn't expect I'd make it that long, since I had pneumonia as a child and was constantly getting sick-- but, just between them and me, I often pretended, to get out of trouble, because they "won't hurt me if I'm sick." So the last question was, "Do your parents hit you?" and I was like O.o and they stopped the game right there before I could answer, lol . . .
