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Jul. 27th, 2006 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikOMGWTFPOLARBIZZLE I'M HOME GUYS. I made cool drama geek friends and did yoga with the flu. W00t!
We got absolutely NO free time. There would be about twenty minutes after meals and before workshops, and lights out was ten minutes to half an hour after they finished. Which was mostly after ten. And breakfast was at eight, except for today, when it was SEVEN. Zzzzzzzz. Neada's dad drove us to the camp. We had a profound discussion of monopoly with her little brother. Liv didn't show up till after dinner, which was fairly edible. The semi-bald camp director, Paul, greeted us all with a stern talking to about the drugs he sincerely hoped we weren't going to take, because we had to prove we were better than those decadent private school lackeys.
I somehow managed to get signed up for three movement workshops. And the flu. Yoga was a bit pointless, but Mime And Physical Theatre was pretty good. It involved some of the requisite "now we move around the room being water" and a game with tableaus which were really powerful. A thing I noticed from those was that taking a place on the edge does not make you a tree. In fact it can revolve the whole scene into a new perspective. Always try to add to the scene rather than just joining in - if there are already two paramedics working on the body, they don't need another civil servant - be a horrified bystander or a relative. The Joining In Syndrome is something you really notice when playing Space Jump - it's either out of fear or because we're too lazy/tired/indifferent to bother with our imaginations. Lemmings! Oh, but you have to hear about the Toast at some point. I'm going to be cryptic about that because cool things await.
The really interesting workshop was Buto. It was invented by a guy who lost most of his family in Hiroshima, so it can be a bit dark - the very first performance was banned in Japan because it involved a semi-naked man and a live chicken. It represented abuse. Mmmhhmmm. The teacher did have many interesting and useful things to say about energy and focus and body control.
Apart from the lessons we were split into region groups for roll call and performance groups, which were given old HSC topics to playbuild. All the performances were so very, very awesome - and the girl sitting next to me taped them, so I will at some point make use of the snappy new video thing lj seems to have come up with while I was gone to show you guys. I won't elaborate any further because when I tried to tell Avi about an awesome creepy scene in ours he just went "Hmmm... why doesn't this Hero Creator thing have any asian eyes?" so apparently my powers of squee are not equal to communicating the sheer awesome that is drama. This is where the lemmings and toast come in, too, so you'll just have to wait!
I have a shiny certificate (seriously, I didn't know it was possible to be blinded by black ink) and some new msn buddies. Well, some of them are hypothetical RL friends, but many live in Serious WoopWoop, and some are photographed beneath the cut, with commentary (they're thumbnails, if you have broadband you might want to click some of them to see them better [especially Zombie Liv]):
Alex, a funny kid who seems to have stolen Avi's hair (And glasses. And quite possibly his skin, but that's just scary. [We all WISH somebody would steal Avi's hair XP])
I caught Andrea by surprise. Neada and I adopted her because she was the only one from her school there.
Ewa, from St George. Polish, with cleavage, which the other two Georgie girls spent some time coveting.
Jarrad, a complete and utter random with a cool signature.
Me and Ben - Hat Pride!
Neada and the photophobic Ki, whose nametag said KI, earning him the nickname "Kllllll", which was used almost as often as "penis" in an impromptu one-word-at-a-time story. He was threatened with expulsion from the camp for being caught by the waterfall with Natalie... about six hours before we were due to leave camp anyway.
Alex on performance night. They told him to wear something colourful.
Liv, looking absolutely terrifying. I told them, we're in a really exposed position if the zombies come, but did they listen? Nooo.
Feet. Yup, just for the lulz.
People from my group, with our teacher, Nadia.
The one in the pink was nicknamed Hussy, because in the scene where we take off our black tops to reveal the colours underneath, she accidentally removed both of them!
There really wasn't any pinko subversive marijuana at the camp. That's my regular Shitfuck O'clock face.
This is Josh. He was our lovely narrator. Life's tough when you get chewed on by undead lion-tamers.
And now for something completely different!
George Bush Remix (InsANE).
The current A Softer World comic made me giggle.
And a quiz, although the questions didn't give nearly enough options.
We got absolutely NO free time. There would be about twenty minutes after meals and before workshops, and lights out was ten minutes to half an hour after they finished. Which was mostly after ten. And breakfast was at eight, except for today, when it was SEVEN. Zzzzzzzz. Neada's dad drove us to the camp. We had a profound discussion of monopoly with her little brother. Liv didn't show up till after dinner, which was fairly edible. The semi-bald camp director, Paul, greeted us all with a stern talking to about the drugs he sincerely hoped we weren't going to take, because we had to prove we were better than those decadent private school lackeys.
I somehow managed to get signed up for three movement workshops. And the flu. Yoga was a bit pointless, but Mime And Physical Theatre was pretty good. It involved some of the requisite "now we move around the room being water" and a game with tableaus which were really powerful. A thing I noticed from those was that taking a place on the edge does not make you a tree. In fact it can revolve the whole scene into a new perspective. Always try to add to the scene rather than just joining in - if there are already two paramedics working on the body, they don't need another civil servant - be a horrified bystander or a relative. The Joining In Syndrome is something you really notice when playing Space Jump - it's either out of fear or because we're too lazy/tired/indifferent to bother with our imaginations. Lemmings! Oh, but you have to hear about the Toast at some point. I'm going to be cryptic about that because cool things await.
The really interesting workshop was Buto. It was invented by a guy who lost most of his family in Hiroshima, so it can be a bit dark - the very first performance was banned in Japan because it involved a semi-naked man and a live chicken. It represented abuse. Mmmhhmmm. The teacher did have many interesting and useful things to say about energy and focus and body control.
Apart from the lessons we were split into region groups for roll call and performance groups, which were given old HSC topics to playbuild. All the performances were so very, very awesome - and the girl sitting next to me taped them, so I will at some point make use of the snappy new video thing lj seems to have come up with while I was gone to show you guys. I won't elaborate any further because when I tried to tell Avi about an awesome creepy scene in ours he just went "Hmmm... why doesn't this Hero Creator thing have any asian eyes?" so apparently my powers of squee are not equal to communicating the sheer awesome that is drama. This is where the lemmings and toast come in, too, so you'll just have to wait!
I have a shiny certificate (seriously, I didn't know it was possible to be blinded by black ink) and some new msn buddies. Well, some of them are hypothetical RL friends, but many live in Serious WoopWoop, and some are photographed beneath the cut, with commentary (they're thumbnails, if you have broadband you might want to click some of them to see them better [especially Zombie Liv]):
Alex, a funny kid who seems to have stolen Avi's hair (And glasses. And quite possibly his skin, but that's just scary. [We all WISH somebody would steal Avi's hair XP])
I caught Andrea by surprise. Neada and I adopted her because she was the only one from her school there.
Ewa, from St George. Polish, with cleavage, which the other two Georgie girls spent some time coveting.
Jarrad, a complete and utter random with a cool signature.
Me and Ben - Hat Pride!
Neada and the photophobic Ki, whose nametag said KI, earning him the nickname "Kllllll", which was used almost as often as "penis" in an impromptu one-word-at-a-time story. He was threatened with expulsion from the camp for being caught by the waterfall with Natalie... about six hours before we were due to leave camp anyway.
Alex on performance night. They told him to wear something colourful.
Liv, looking absolutely terrifying. I told them, we're in a really exposed position if the zombies come, but did they listen? Nooo.
Feet. Yup, just for the lulz.
People from my group, with our teacher, Nadia.
The one in the pink was nicknamed Hussy, because in the scene where we take off our black tops to reveal the colours underneath, she accidentally removed both of them!
There really wasn't any pinko subversive marijuana at the camp. That's my regular Shitfuck O'clock face.
This is Josh. He was our lovely narrator. Life's tough when you get chewed on by undead lion-tamers.
And now for something completely different!
George Bush Remix (InsANE).
The current A Softer World comic made me giggle.
And a quiz, although the questions didn't give nearly enough options.
| Your EQ is 127 |
 50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar. |
