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14 April 1999
spent this morning writing the entries for my acting journal that i was s'posed to be doing over the second half of the semester. i hadn't touched the journal since doing the first half of the entries, which i did the morning they were due. wasn't tough or anything though. it's when there's no consequences to procrastination, like that, that sorta reaffirms it as a valid course of action. subconsciously anyway.
in guitar we had our final quiz, bar chords, and got our last quiz back, which i aced. conceptually, i've got the guitar down cold. now if i could only play it. acting was kinda fun, we did some interesting improvs.
then this evening i walked down to kinko's to print out irs form 4868, request for an extension for filing my return. and also did a photocopy collage for my playwriting class. the collage was s'posed to be done early in the semester, as a way to think about yr play in non-language terms, but i didn't even know what i was writing about until recently. actually, i still don't. but the photocopy collage is a cool medium anyway.
in guitar we had our final quiz, bar chords, and got our last quiz back, which i aced. conceptually, i've got the guitar down cold. now if i could only play it. acting was kinda fun, we did some interesting improvs.
then this evening i walked down to kinko's to print out irs form 4868, request for an extension for filing my return. and also did a photocopy collage for my playwriting class. the collage was s'posed to be done early in the semester, as a way to think about yr play in non-language terms, but i didn't even know what i was writing about until recently. actually, i still don't. but the photocopy collage is a cool medium anyway.