Let's be quick about this, because I have very little time before ballet.
"Gulp, heart attack, diarrhea."
Do you remember this from comp the other day?
This spoke to me, and made me wonder: why is it that so many events in your life make you want to gulp, heart attack diarrhea? Why can't we take, even the chaotic, with more ease? This is my goal. My reactions will now end with the gulp and don't make there way under my ribs for that awful heart leaping out of you chest and dragging on the floor sort of feeling. I certainly am going to try to not let anything except for perhaps my alcohol consumption effect my bowels.
I drank a large glass of wine and watched "I am Sam" alone in my bed last night.
Don't judge me.
Carolyn - I congratulate the fact that you were once sober on a Saturday afternoon writing about something we did while sober, created while sober, performed while horribly hungover, and in which we talked about the fact that we were so drunk when we showed up to perform we did not have our costumes or props and that you were in the same clothing (plus a mens T shirt) as you were the night before.
MOVING ON
I have the mean reds.
People are dumb. People don't take responsibility for their own lives. People always have to find something to complain about. People are childish. People take themselves entirely too seriously. People don't take their actions serious enough. People judge without even questioning themselves. And the worst of them all.... People 'live' their life just going through the motions.
Nudity - the state of wearing no clothing. The term is also sometimes used to refer to wearing significantly less clothing than expected by the conventions of a particular culture and situation, and in particular exposing the bare skin or intimate parts, and has analogous uses. In this sense it is related to the concept of modesty.
Fuck modesty. Fuck culture. Fuck 'intimate parts.' Fuck clothing. Fuck conventions.
This ..... all these things have been created in our minds. Who says you have to be modest??? O your mother? Yes mine says that too. But are we born to listen to what our mothers say... who are just saying what their mothers said because it's a part of our culture? Our culture is created by us.... yes this is right.... you and me create what we live in. This means we can also change it. The fact that 'intimate parts' are 'intimate' and private was created years ago by people like us who got wrapped up in the idea of a civilized culture. Don't even get me started going down the road of who created the definition of 'civilized' and why 'uncivilized' has become such a negative term. Back to nudity.... there are laws against public nudity. Laws are just words.... words were created so that people could communicate what they think... words were not created to give boundaries... it was to open up possibilities... laws are a part of our culture... our culture is civilized.
Do people not realize that here we are here living in a big fucking circle. A circle with depth and contradictions. We all make decisions for ourselves. We all have our boundaries. But do we realize how this affects others around us and how much were contributing to having this so called 'culture' of which we live?
Post Script - I at this time refuse to talk about religion and this subject. But if you were in my mind right now I have a feeling you would be very scared.
MOVING ON
I have the mean reds.
People are dumb. People don't take responsibility for their own lives. People always have to find something to complain about. People are childish. People take themselves entirely too seriously. People don't take their actions serious enough. People judge without even questioning themselves. And the worst of them all.... People 'live' their life just going through the motions.
Nudity - the state of wearing no clothing. The term is also sometimes used to refer to wearing significantly less clothing than expected by the conventions of a particular culture and situation, and in particular exposing the bare skin or intimate parts, and has analogous uses. In this sense it is related to the concept of modesty.
Fuck modesty. Fuck culture. Fuck 'intimate parts.' Fuck clothing. Fuck conventions.
This ..... all these things have been created in our minds. Who says you have to be modest??? O your mother? Yes mine says that too. But are we born to listen to what our mothers say... who are just saying what their mothers said because it's a part of our culture? Our culture is created by us.... yes this is right.... you and me create what we live in. This means we can also change it. The fact that 'intimate parts' are 'intimate' and private was created years ago by people like us who got wrapped up in the idea of a civilized culture. Don't even get me started going down the road of who created the definition of 'civilized' and why 'uncivilized' has become such a negative term. Back to nudity.... there are laws against public nudity. Laws are just words.... words were created so that people could communicate what they think... words were not created to give boundaries... it was to open up possibilities... laws are a part of our culture... our culture is civilized.
Do people not realize that here we are here living in a big fucking circle. A circle with depth and contradictions. We all make decisions for ourselves. We all have our boundaries. But do we realize how this affects others around us and how much were contributing to having this so called 'culture' of which we live?
Post Script - I at this time refuse to talk about religion and this subject. But if you were in my mind right now I have a feeling you would be very scared.
Sober
It's possible that this particular post will become very valuable one day. Why? It's rare. This is the first of probably few sober posts by Carolyn Barry.
Today Heather and I performed a duet in production. It wasn't really a duet for a few reasons:
- There were more than two people in it, if you think about the gel changers, Maggie, who was an important viewer, and Melissa, who kept talking to us.
- Duet might imply that it was a dance, and a dance might imply that it was choreographed, and this didn't have any pas de bourrees.
I guess for some of those same reasons and more it wasn't a performance either.
Anyway, really I wanted to write this blog to let Heather know of some of the changes I made:
I edited some of the posts.
I changed the settings to include that this blog covers adult topics, so readers will see a warning before the can read on.
I can either invite e-mail addresses to approve readers, or make it public. Thoughts?
Today Heather and I performed a duet in production. It wasn't really a duet for a few reasons:
- There were more than two people in it, if you think about the gel changers, Maggie, who was an important viewer, and Melissa, who kept talking to us.
- Duet might imply that it was a dance, and a dance might imply that it was choreographed, and this didn't have any pas de bourrees.
I guess for some of those same reasons and more it wasn't a performance either.
Anyway, really I wanted to write this blog to let Heather know of some of the changes I made:
I edited some of the posts.
I changed the settings to include that this blog covers adult topics, so readers will see a warning before the can read on.
I can either invite e-mail addresses to approve readers, or make it public. Thoughts?
*Alcohol and blogs go together like fine wine and dark chocolate.
Story of my life. If I could sit down nightly with a glass.... okay a 'few'... glasses of wine and my computer and some good company (tonight that company is LOST...John is totally Jesus. & Jesus is my loudest friend according to facebook) I would be a happy gal. Not saying that I'm not a happy gal, cause I am. Happy Happy Happy (just keep repeating it and the universe makes it true). I want some brandy.... some quality brandy, on the rocks. Goes down smooth like caramel. Anyways.... back to the point. Here I am... writing a blog.... what is a blog? Not that if i actually knew a definition of a blog that I would follow the rules that come along with it. I would probably do the exact difference. But still... I would like to know exactly.... what a blog is. Let's see if Wikipedia has an answer for us..... oooo the word 'blog' is a contraction of the word 'weblog' and you can talk about themes like travel, politics, basically any particular subject. But because Carolyn and I hate setting restrictions on ourselves.... I believe our blog falls under the theme of "diary." I hate that word tho. Cause I don't want to tell you about my life, even tho I'm sure it will come out in the way i approach other topics.... but we (Carolyn and I) will probably cover any topic we want. So themes... are unnecessary. unhelpful. annoying. Sounding alot like definitions or rules when it comes to choreography. But now that I know where the blog and I stand. I'm sure I'll feel comortable visiting here soon.
Jack and Jill went up the hill - who came up with that nursery rhyme... honestly. ew.
Leap of faith- maybe ill cover this in my next entry
Story of my life. If I could sit down nightly with a glass.... okay a 'few'... glasses of wine and my computer and some good company (tonight that company is LOST...John is totally Jesus. & Jesus is my loudest friend according to facebook) I would be a happy gal. Not saying that I'm not a happy gal, cause I am. Happy Happy Happy (just keep repeating it and the universe makes it true). I want some brandy.... some quality brandy, on the rocks. Goes down smooth like caramel. Anyways.... back to the point. Here I am... writing a blog.... what is a blog? Not that if i actually knew a definition of a blog that I would follow the rules that come along with it. I would probably do the exact difference. But still... I would like to know exactly.... what a blog is. Let's see if Wikipedia has an answer for us..... oooo the word 'blog' is a contraction of the word 'weblog' and you can talk about themes like travel, politics, basically any particular subject. But because Carolyn and I hate setting restrictions on ourselves.... I believe our blog falls under the theme of "diary." I hate that word tho. Cause I don't want to tell you about my life, even tho I'm sure it will come out in the way i approach other topics.... but we (Carolyn and I) will probably cover any topic we want. So themes... are unnecessary. unhelpful. annoying. Sounding alot like definitions or rules when it comes to choreography. But now that I know where the blog and I stand. I'm sure I'll feel comortable visiting here soon.
Jack and Jill went up the hill - who came up with that nursery rhyme... honestly. ew.
Leap of faith- maybe ill cover this in my next entry
Thesis slumber
• Video's (Heather in a bottle)
• Blogs
• Food
• Optional sleeping
• Some dancin'
• 12am-8am
• Blogs
• Food
• Optional sleeping
• Some dancin'
• 12am-8am
Heather thinks she dances for Mark Morris
Delusional: Heather Smith's life.
Hello blog.
It's been awhile since either Heather or I have visited you. Now I, Carolyn, am here with Heather, Melissa, and our sober roommate, Nichole Marie Johnson.
It's a Monday night.
I have never been this drunk on a Monday night.
Currently we are planning our weekend-- wait-- now we are complaining about the hip hop guest artist.
Hip hop/contemporary? What the fuck is that? She isnt good at contemporary and she's a bitch.
This woman kept us ten minutes after class because she wouldn't let us leave until we were good enough for her. She is from Manhattan. She is a cocky mother fucker.
I'm still stuck on this guest artist, but the others have moved on to our classmates touching their own vaginas.
Heather and I are presenting a duet on Saturday for Production. It may involve this blog. We should probably be drunk for production.
Melissa is starting another beer. Heather and I are too drunk already.
Let's talk about the fact that we are drunk on a Monday night. It's because of mine and Heathers rehearsal. I don't know what Melissa's excuse is.
This blog is going to end now, because I am tired of typing through this conversation.
Hello blog.
It's been awhile since either Heather or I have visited you. Now I, Carolyn, am here with Heather, Melissa, and our sober roommate, Nichole Marie Johnson.
It's a Monday night.
I have never been this drunk on a Monday night.
Currently we are planning our weekend-- wait-- now we are complaining about the hip hop guest artist.
Hip hop/contemporary? What the fuck is that? She isnt good at contemporary and she's a bitch.
This woman kept us ten minutes after class because she wouldn't let us leave until we were good enough for her. She is from Manhattan. She is a cocky mother fucker.
I'm still stuck on this guest artist, but the others have moved on to our classmates touching their own vaginas.
Heather and I are presenting a duet on Saturday for Production. It may involve this blog. We should probably be drunk for production.
Melissa is starting another beer. Heather and I are too drunk already.
Let's talk about the fact that we are drunk on a Monday night. It's because of mine and Heathers rehearsal. I don't know what Melissa's excuse is.
This blog is going to end now, because I am tired of typing through this conversation.
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