Tonight was a truely successful night of sarging.

I got whistled at, whooped at, and kindly told I was pretty. But the best part is that I got the phone number of a hot guy who is, as it turns out, a male stripper. Let me tell you THAT story.

Ali and I were walking around downtown and decided that we would play "the reactions game". This means ( Read more... )

Teaching kids these bullshit rudimentary evil scarring exercises that doom them to improv failure makes me physically ill having just returned from blissful professional teaching in the improv capital of the world. O, that I could redesign the curriculum to that they could experience success instead of shame ( Read more... )

FYI: I am still alive ( Read more... )

The Karen that you knew is GONE! She has been replaced with a newer--more BA-- MF. What are the features of this new Karen ( Read more... )

Wow. I just realized that the last entry I wrote was that fucking emo p.o.s. about Foul Puppets. Um, I am over it. Especially after today when we had a F.P. meeting and they finaly said all the things to our faces that they had been saying in hushed tones all along. And I was like, "So what?" I think it is a biug transition out of teenhood and into ( Read more... )

Tonight was horrible.  No one has made me cry like that since freshman year. 
There is one thing that the Foul Puppets keep teaching me, and they want to make sure that I learn the lesson well:
Not everybody wants a mentor.

So, I resign.

RIP
   Ima Coaching
  May 31-June 27
 She tried her best.

Cammie can make me so frusterated!  I have said it once, and I will say it again: She should be teaching adults. She would be great with adults. But with kids, I feel like sometimes she just dislikes them. She gets angry when they don't remember their blocking. Now what is the point of that? I don't see any reason why a kid's mistake should ever ( Read more... )

Cammie is producing a movie, and she needed extras for a scene in which depression erra parents sell their children to a mythical dust king. Sounds fun. I can be destitute.  So I ask for the time and place, which is 8:30 in the morning at Grimes Creek outside of Idaho City. Idaho City is about an hour drive through nowhere, but it still sounds fun ( Read more... )

More stage combat for the kindalin today. It wears the tuckers out, it does. Aye, but it means sitting in the park for me, and getting paid for it too, mind you ( Read more... )

The kids had a fight coreographer teaching them stage combat all day today, so I just got to sit under the shade of a tree and watch. And listen to Cammi's sultry stories about her torrid love affairs. Ah, good day.