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i am thinking being thinking....
Apr. 27th, 2006 07:26 amMy brain's in a bit of a weird place at the moment. I'm writing my paper, but there isn't a lot of...concern for it (haha, Heidegger jokes, oh, lawks am I a nerd)--I don't particularly want to do it, but neither do I really hate doing it. There isn't any sort of "aha, that's how I say that"--I'm just typing words. On the other hand, I'm not just typing words & then thinking, "genius, I'm really in the flow."
The fact that I'm even posting this at all should probably explain some of it.
We opened tonight. People took awhile to warm up, but they were laughing by the end, & we got lovely applause. I like the feeling of opening night.
On a much sadder note, someone on campus passed away yesterday, suddenly, of a brain aneurysm. It was really strange--I didn't know her at all, but all day I was around people who did (she was taking two of McDowell's classes, so he was in bad shape, as were some people in the Shakspeare class, & she was a fine arts major & in choir, so a lot of people at Tartuffe knew her)...I don't even know what to think. I feel like I should feel bad, & yet it's so abstract for me. It was very odd. Very scary, & very odd.
I think I still feel off. (I was really bitchy yesterday. I mean really. Erin was talking about it at dinner today. It was sort of amusing. "I mean, you really don't see it. Like, at all. Unless you're in the moment, & then it's all, Wow, cool." I'm not bitchy anymore. But I'm still a little...weird.)
The fact that I'm even posting this at all should probably explain some of it.
We opened tonight. People took awhile to warm up, but they were laughing by the end, & we got lovely applause. I like the feeling of opening night.
On a much sadder note, someone on campus passed away yesterday, suddenly, of a brain aneurysm. It was really strange--I didn't know her at all, but all day I was around people who did (she was taking two of McDowell's classes, so he was in bad shape, as were some people in the Shakspeare class, & she was a fine arts major & in choir, so a lot of people at Tartuffe knew her)...I don't even know what to think. I feel like I should feel bad, & yet it's so abstract for me. It was very odd. Very scary, & very odd.
I think I still feel off. (I was really bitchy yesterday. I mean really. Erin was talking about it at dinner today. It was sort of amusing. "I mean, you really don't see it. Like, at all. Unless you're in the moment, & then it's all, Wow, cool." I'm not bitchy anymore. But I'm still a little...weird.)
