September 25th, 2001

XBox Me

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Another class, another chance to prove I'll never be a clown. Confidence in the basement, and I'm supposed to perform in the next class. Lovely.

It's quite possible this is one of, if not the, first entry in my new LiveJournal. (And so it is!) So, yeah, hi.

And thus the entry ends, whilst the day continues.
XBox Me

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I realized that I've been writing much more in my "happy" journal lately than in this one. Strange. Of course, I did write one big huge entry in here earlier, which I got posted right before my old online journal site died. (For those of you who have no earthly idea as to what I'm talking about, take heart. I'm going to try to transfer some stuff over if possible via copy and paste so as to make this journal make as much sense as it can, which isn't a whole lot anyway.)

Moving on...

I think I've found a strength of mine with regards to acting - tutoring. At least,w ith regards strictly to text. I've helped people with reading in the past (for almost as long as I can remember, in fact) but today I got to do that again for the first time in a long time. Eric, a very nice guy with dyslexia, asked for help memorizing a sonnet. It made me actually think about my own thought processes when I memorize, which is a fascinating idea. Rarely do we think about how we do things that come easily to us. I mean, how many people consciously think about what goes on in their minds when they read a line of text? But when confronted with a situation in which the natural is difficult, we are forced to contemplate the whys, wherefores, and hows of the action. Truly fascinating.

And now, to sleep, still grasping the fact that he, whom I love, loves me. And so the night falls, and the dreams begin.