Drama

Currently listening to: Thomas Godoj's I Don't Feel The Same.

It's one of those songs that makes you wish you were the one who wrote it.


Today has been a slightly complicated and interesting day.

For my drama elective, I am playing a character named Thelma in Night, Mother. Me and my partner, Natalie, had a few problems concerning our emotions for that particular play, which led to my drama teacher making us do some exercises to get all the raw emotions out.

I'm not feeling very coherent right now, so I'll cut the crap and tell you guys that what she basically made us do was to say our lines while wrestling.

Well, Natalie was wrestling. I was mostly running away and laughing.

So my poor teacher stomped her foot, (yes, I SWEAR she stomped her foot) and said, "Hanis, stop laughing! Stop it! Stop it!"

How can she expect me to stop when I was just trying not to crack up even more?

After that, I eventually slipped into role, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, "Dude, someone save me. I can't wait for this to be over."

My friends were as helpful as global warming. Imagine me, with a tortured expression on my face, mouthing to my friend "Rescue Me" whenever my teacher turned her back. Now imagine me with an evil expression on my face while I watch said friend run away laughing.

Maybe it's karma for me running away and laughing before.

But my detached self soon made my teacher do one of her famous 'Pep Talks'. Trust me, these pep talks are far from inspiring. They sway either one way or another: One, your mind will feel extremely light and clear after, or two, you walk out feeling even more confused than ever before.

I was two.

She starts: "There's something holding you back. What's holding you back?"
"I dunno. Nothing."
"There's something. You're afraid of emotion."
"Eh. No."
"Yes you are." (Wow. I never knew my teacher was a double for Criss Angel's Mindfreak.)
I shut up and don't bother arguing.
But she STILL continues.
"Hanis. What is it?" (What is WHAT. Of all my S.O.S experiences in life, this ranks as one of the highest.)
"This is just a script." (I say that because that's the first thing that comes into my mind.)
"There you go. You're so flippant. Stop being flippant." (Hey, I AM flippant. Wow. You do make sense after all.)
And she still yaks on.
"You have to stop being flippant. I think it's just a front. Go home and think about why you put on this front."

At this point, I don't even have the ENERGY to say no anymore.

I'm not a very complicated person. I take things as they are, which is why I don't freak out and bash my head against the wall like other people when they find out that they hadn't studied for a test. I have a very firm belief that things will work out. Everything will fall in place.

Or maybe I'm just one of those people who has Lady Luck permanently sewn on to my shoulder.

But either way, as I've mentioned before, I don't like to over think. Over thinking can be very unhealthy for you, and I've seen the end result one too many times. Things happen for a reason, and I take everything with a pinch of sugar and a bit of candy coated chocolate here and there.

I'm simple.

"No you're not."

Oh god, now she's haunting me. Major S.O.S, anyone?

I swear I'm going to turn schizophrenic soon.