Reasons why I hate performance:
- It's lame
- It's crap
- It's giving me the shits
- I hate my characters
- I've got to stand up infront of people tomorrow
- This project has ruined all my performance skills
- I want to a project so I can be cool and carry around another hugely-packed art diary
- My costume gives me the shits: who likes Peter Costello anyhow?
- My piece runs overtime
- I have no props
- I have no sounds
- I have a headache (it's pulsing with the same beat as my subwoofer)
- I can remember my script
- If I were doing a movie, I could do a music video which would rip shreds
- I hate politics
- My class is full of great performers
- I haven't started my group yet
- I want to get to OnStage so very badly
- I want to jump in my pool and freeze into an ice-cube
- I want Big Brother 05 to come back on
- I want 100000000000000 rep points ( 1 less than Laz )
- I want 100000000000000 dollars ( again, $1 less than Laz )
- I want to be in Franz Ferdinand and bust out with hot double-headed bass action
- I want to go to Ayre for the Triple J thing
- I want to meet the characters of my 4U English script
- I want to be able to play Elliott Smith's Sweet Adeline
- I can't work on anything else
- I can't stab my drama teacher in the chest, between one of his ribs
- I can't stop typing
- I JUST WANT TO BE FINISHED OF THIS DRAMA SHIT! NEVER AGAIN WILL I DO DRAMA! NEVER AGAIN WILL I WATCH TV/A PLAY/A MOVIE OR ANYTHING EVER TO DO WITH ACTING EVER AGAIN. I USED TO BE ONE OF THOSE NON-DRAMA QUEENS WHO WAS INTO DRAMATIC ARTS...NOW WHAT AM I? I SHELL OF A MAN, REDUCED TO SHOUTING IN STUDENT FORUMS WHERE NONE OF THIS CAN BE HEARD...IN ESSENCE, BOTTLING IT...DRIVING MYSELF FURTHER UP THE WALL.
I don't know about how you're coping with drama, but I'm thinking about a school massacre...grrrrrrrr...better pump that Slipknot up a little louder.
- It's lame
- It's crap
- It's giving me the shits
- I hate my characters
- I've got to stand up infront of people tomorrow
- This project has ruined all my performance skills
- I want to a project so I can be cool and carry around another hugely-packed art diary
- My costume gives me the shits: who likes Peter Costello anyhow?
- My piece runs overtime
- I have no props
- I have no sounds
- I have a headache (it's pulsing with the same beat as my subwoofer)
- I can remember my script
- If I were doing a movie, I could do a music video which would rip shreds
- I hate politics
- My class is full of great performers
- I haven't started my group yet
- I want to get to OnStage so very badly
- I want to jump in my pool and freeze into an ice-cube
- I want Big Brother 05 to come back on
- I want 100000000000000 rep points ( 1 less than Laz )
- I want 100000000000000 dollars ( again, $1 less than Laz )
- I want to be in Franz Ferdinand and bust out with hot double-headed bass action
- I want to go to Ayre for the Triple J thing
- I want to meet the characters of my 4U English script
- I want to be able to play Elliott Smith's Sweet Adeline
- I can't work on anything else
- I can't stab my drama teacher in the chest, between one of his ribs
- I can't stop typing
- I JUST WANT TO BE FINISHED OF THIS DRAMA SHIT! NEVER AGAIN WILL I DO DRAMA! NEVER AGAIN WILL I WATCH TV/A PLAY/A MOVIE OR ANYTHING EVER TO DO WITH ACTING EVER AGAIN. I USED TO BE ONE OF THOSE NON-DRAMA QUEENS WHO WAS INTO DRAMATIC ARTS...NOW WHAT AM I? I SHELL OF A MAN, REDUCED TO SHOUTING IN STUDENT FORUMS WHERE NONE OF THIS CAN BE HEARD...IN ESSENCE, BOTTLING IT...DRIVING MYSELF FURTHER UP THE WALL.
I don't know about how you're coping with drama, but I'm thinking about a school massacre...grrrrrrrr...better pump that Slipknot up a little louder.