As it turns out, I'll be doing my duologue with Rachelle instead. But I might be doing with Justin too, since there's an odd number of actors. Ultimately my critical commentary will be for the piece I will be doing with Rachelle. Sigh, it's so tiring to think about all these decisions that lead to the big A. For TSD it's more obvious what you chose to do and what decisions you make in the way the results and outcomes seem to reciprocate. Choose a crappy script and you get crappy marks. Make no research on your piece, you get less marks. You get the point.
On to pressing matters. Note to self. Things to do. EOM article and first draft by tonight. Rehearse monologue and do up critical commentary by Sunday night. GP essay by Sunday night. Tutorials for simple graphs and functions, conics 6.1 and 6.2. Econs tutorials for market structure and production theory. Get a script for duologue with Rachelle. Get cracking on SYF, Dramanight and OpenHouse. Oh and Farewell Assembly.
SIGH.
This week is proving to be really difficult. I think it's gonna be getting worse. Or, according to someone's GP essay, the week's gonna get heated up. HAH. Millions of thoughts running through my brain every moment. So distracting. And I am lacking sleep, seriously. I only get five hours of sleep per night now. My mind is gonna blow up soon.
Oh OH OH OH okay.
Just for the lols, I will share some of the random dreams I had. I was inspired to share them because of Gabriel's post hahah. Okay well there was one in which I was witnessing a girl crucifying herself. I think it's a manifestation of my thoughts on The Pillowman, about Jesus Girl. Well, yeah. So I was seeing this girl crucifying herself on a cross. And everything was red and black, and there were splashes of blood everywhere I looked. It wasn't a conventional dream, it was rather like being in a surrealist painting, really. It was scary, yes.
In another episode, I dreamed about myself doing something silly and trivial with a group of friends at the expense of someone. And apparently it turned out to be a crime, and I got arrested. And I was really scared out of my wits. I was brought to the police station or something, and they said I was guilty, and I was gonna be jailed for fifteen years and caned. And the scariest part was when they asked me if I wanted to spend my time in prison first, or do NS first, or continue with school first. Which was really scary. I mean, firstly, It's so hard to make such a decision and second, school is considered a punishment??? wth right....
Yeah so I was overwhelmed by everything I cried. In my dream, and I woke up. In a daze.
Well, I happen to have really random dreams. Like how I dreamed about Saddam Hussein. It was just a feeling of chaos and terror, and I was looking at a wall of a building. It exploded and I saw his face. That's the dream. Funny thing was that he appeared on the news sometime after that.
Oh and then there was the dream when I was being attacked by little flying parangs. I ran and they kept coming at me so I got hit in the back many many times and they just got stuck in my back. I woke up and found mosquito bites there.
Wow. I realised just a second ago that all my dreams are somewhat "F My Life" moments. Oh well.
