My damn legs...

I know I said I'd blog last night, but I like, didn't want to. So I didn't.

Whatever, anyway. The Freshman Dance was...awkward. But fun. Now, it was not the "night of my life", but I don't regret going, and I'm glad I did go. It was an odd experience. It was actually my first dance I've ever been to while in high school. The reason for that is because I don't like dancing around people, and I don't like dancing period, and I don't like the close quarters that you are when dancing with other people.

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While I still have those superstitions, I still danced. Now, I was not anywhere NEAR as crazy as some people there, but I think people might've been surprised to see me moving at all. I found myself dancing along with people, I wouldn't ever start the dancing nor would I finish it. I danced to some songs that I HATE with a passion, simply because my friends were doing it along with me. Meaning that if I were to look like a loser, so would they. I'm completely comfortable with acting like a loser with a group of people also acting like losers. See what I'm getting at here? It wasn't at all the music that was causing me to actually dance, it was my friends from my school that were around me that did. At first, I felt out of place dancing, but then it came to the point where I felt out of place not dancing.

Anyway, dance ended and I went home, and my legs hurt like absolute HELL. Again, I don't dance, my legs are not used to such torture. Therefore, right now, I'm going to be in this chair all day because I don't want to walk anywhere.

So, my monologue from Kill Bill is going down semi-well. It's hard to memorize things word-for-word. But I can memorize the basic idea of the sentence and edit out a word or two. I'm not sure if that's okay, so I'm trying to memorize it word-for-word, just in case. Now, the characterization is the big thing. I'm really good with memorization so I'm not actually that worried about that part. The characterization is the biggest thing. I'm not going to mimic David Carridine's performance exactly, even though that'd probably get me considerable praise since he's an amazing actor. What I planned on doing was doing it in a darker, monotone voice, and then as the monologue goes on, showing a more vulnerable side. If you've ever seen Kill Bill, you know the feelings he has for Beatrix Kiddo. It all makes sense in that way, and I have to convey that exact emotion to the theater teacher I'll be auditioning to on Tuesday.

Now, will I do it? Only if I can memorize the whole thing in time AND get the characterization down. I was contemplating doing it for a lot longer than I should've, and I'm the only one who was thinking he shouldn't do it. All of my friends told me to do it, not because I'm their friend, but because they told me that they'd love to see my acting. They've seen the shy side of me but they've mostly seen that more outspoken side. That's what they want, I can try to give them that. This is also a huge step forward for me as a person, I'd never get in front of stage during my first three years of high school

Anyway, that's all for now. Because of this monologue, I might just stay home for another weekend, not only that I still have that nasty cough. Who the hell would want to be around that?