Living in a dangerous time...

Yes I know I haven't written in a while. Too long have I sat silent and not expressed my feeling, but hey that's what happens when you are in grad school right? I have been doing a lot of thinking and not a lot of action. I have been trying so hard to plan everything out, but I haven't been able to execute anything. Tonight I have to pull an all nighter, so that I can get everything done. Yes, I am not very happy about that. However, it is my own fault. But enough of that. I feel that my life has been compromised in a way. I am doing theatre, but I am a dance major. What is that? I know why I decided to go into dance. It was a need to have more information about the artform. It was to immerse myself so that I would have the ability to fuse the two artforms when necessary, but to be able to do both independently. Now I am much more interested in the fusion of the two. I feel that I am going to be met with some resistance. But that the resistance will be good considering I will be dealing with that resistance for the rest of my life. So what of that? I don't know. My piece that I am creating for the dance department is going well, I think, despite what others might think. But enough of that. I have rehearsals all this week for a show I am doing in Ireland in December. This is all preliminary work that will be used to create a play for us. Yes, we are that important. he he he. The rehearsal process is amazing. It is very much rooted in the 60's ritual movement in theatre and dance. We are exploring and looking for moments in time that will lead us or rather the playwright to a script. It is going to be wonderful. I am a bit tired and worn out, but like I said, It's grad school. I will hopefully continue this blog again tomorrow, until then, goodbye.

Lestat