I like to act, sing, cook, admire beards (read: reblog pictures of scantily clad hairy men), and occasionally try to dance, and create. Ridiculousness is always welcomed.
I am in my second year of a Drama and Education double degree program at the University of Alberta and will (eventually) be getting my MFA in Theatre Voice Pedagogy from the same place. I'm also gay, for what it's worth. This blog is a little glimpse into my hopefully interesting life.
Bonus points if you have chest hair and/or a beard, or if you look like, sing like, or are Dan Mangan. Enjoy!
I had a dream that my dad was a cop and I was driving with scissors (which is illegal apparently) but I didn’t even have any scissors. Anyways, he pulled me over in a merge thing. And then there was one of those plastic cars that you move with your feet and I had to get it out of the way while he left or something. So I took it into this McDonald’s and then I went back to my car but my dad was gone so I had to drive somewhere else and find my dad so he could give me a scissor-driving ticket. Then I was driving in some sort of weird RV with my brothers, and trying to call my dad but he wouldn’t pick up. He was with some lady but I finally managed to contact him and I got my license suspended cause it was like the 5th time I drove with scissors.
I had a dream that for whatever reason, we had a class in 3-121 with Mike Kennard, and all I remember is that Rowan and Max were in it. So then we had to perform our final scenes, and Max was in a penguin suit, and then I think we had sex or pretended to have sex. And the room had all these levels, made of wood. Michael was there too. I also remember not learning anything in that class and not remembering any other classes before that. And if that was 259, why did I have it next semester? Weird.
Then I had to go down whyte for whatever reason. It was summertime, and we were on a schoolbus. I was finding a monologue, or something.
Also, Judy Chan posted a picture of my final on instagram, and called it evocative with a sense of loneliness or something. For whatever reason, it was from a UofC account??
Had a dream that my drama 103 (play analysis) prof said in class that the play my monologue is from is the worst play she’s ever read in her life and I got all disheartened.
Tara from my floor and I went skydiving (I remember all of it, we landed on a beach) and then went to a History class that was in Tory, but also in the wilderness by the beach at the same time. The prof looked like my history prof last semester, except younger, quieter, and less Scottish.
Then our assignment was to write about the history of the building we spend the most time in. I can’t remember who but some extremely not well spoken guy was talking about how he was a drama major and I remember thinking how that wasn’t a great move on their part if they can’t speak in front of a history class. And some randoms were in the class as well.
Then Tara and I went to the DQ that was attached to the building (which there isn’t in real life) and I remember really wanting iced coffee.
I dreamt that my brother died, and that his funeral, for some reason, was in a pool? But his casket was really shitty and wooden and kept floating around so I had to go in and keep it one place. But then we had to move it because a swim team needed the pool (I think this is cause I watched the new glee episode last night and I’m sick and having fucked up dreams)
And then I went back to Edmonton, where second semester was just starting, but second semester classes were on a different campus, so everyone took their stuff on a train (not LRT, but legit train like on Harry Potter) and travelled like 2 hours northwest to a different UofA campus, where it was like, old west-themed. But on the train there was this popcorn store, where you could mix different flavours of popcorn, so I tried mixing banana and brown sugar popcorn, but the owner just laughed at me when I said that because mixing those flavours turned the popcorn into some kind of taffy, so he put it in the mixy machine anyways that looked a lot like a donair spit, and this amber-coloured sugar stuff was wrapped around the spit so I unraveled it. Then I guess I started to work there, cause some chick told me that I’m the manager for this shift, so I put on a red apron that was like the ones at starbucks that I wore when I worked there, except red.
That was my dream. It was kinda weird but really vivid. Sorry for the run-on sentences.
Dreamed that Graham had a cousin that he cared about who was sick, there was a new year’s party at a house that he lived at that I had never been to before, I had to bring a turkey except it looked more like a duck (probably because I have been having a lot of duck lately) and shit as I’m typing this I’m forgetting it. Umm there was a downstairs with a tv and a mattress and drums. Aaand… I don’t even know. I am struggling to remember. Either way, it was a crazy fucking dream.
Smoked weesha in Sam’s room last night. Had fun, played this game where we went into the bathroom, filled out mouths with water, and stared at each other and the last person to spit their water out lost. And then we laid on the floor in the lounge and told jokes.