Day 1- This class is poppin', stylin' and boss

This is an advanced acting class.

I am really looking forward to acting with people as enthusiastic about theatre as I am. It can really dampen one's spirits to be the only one giving 100% of one's self in a room full of people who are just there for 4 humanities credits.

As we went over the syllabus, I wondered why no one has found a way to jazz up the tedium of syllabi. I don't know, maybe if they did it in rhyming couplets or occasionally threw in curse words to see who was paying attention.

I am glad that we did a group warmup, because I myself was feeling less than limber at the start of class. Since this is my first class, I must make sure I get in sooner in order to ready myself mind and body and spirit and whatnot.

Whilst being middle-schoolers, I wondered how many other people were channeling themselves a decade ago. Shit, middle school really was a decade ago. I feel older than I did the first time I found gray hair in my beard.

This is an advanced acting class.

During the game of updating lingo, I had a realization which was at once both comforting and disturbing. It was comforting to know that other people were observing the same thing I was concerning the state of dating and relationships in our little microcosmic world. However it was very disturbing to realize that my suspicions were in fact confirmed. I was left with one question: when the fuck did I become old-fashioned because I like to get to know a girl over dinner and a movie before my dick enters into the equation? Seriously, am I just a bleeding-heart romantic because I don't go out in search of one-nighters? I mean, I'm not averse to them, but I don't set out with the goal of meeting a girl to drunkenly fuck and never have to talk to again. That's really pretty anti-boss.

Row row row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream. Row row row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream. Row row row your boat gently down the stream. Merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream. (one in which my hands are in Kashi's shoes? What a weird dream).

I just marveled at the mess of HTML that it took to do the last paragraph. And understood it. I'm such a nerd.

This is an advanced acting class.

Seacrest, out.