The Improv Rundown
Alright, I’m done with Microbiology for the day - always good news. Actually, that’s one of the motivating factors as to why I’m back writing in my blog again so soon - we’re required to log in ten hours in the computer lab - but there’s no way they can force me to do any more Microbiology crap today! *laughs evilly* Actually, I’d probably behave myself and study now, but I just had a lab midterm at ten this morning so I’m really very much over the whole being a good student thing for the day. Besides, I’ve got five months of talking to make up for - and if you know me, you know that’s a lot of talking.
Basically, considering my life consists solely of work, school, and improv, and two out of three of those categories tend to be boring, I’ll be talking mostly about improv and the friends I have there. Honestly, my improv friends are the only thing that’s kept me from turning into a complete hermit since Meg left. As usual I’ll use made-up names to replace the real ones for identity protection - although if you’re included anywhere in my real life you’ll probably automatically know, or at least suspect, who everyone is, so I won’t bother to be too clever with the renaming.
Now … where to start?
I’m kinda surprised at all the different kinds of people that show up at improv. We have a couple physics genius types that come, and our (for lack of a better word) instructor works with computers. Physics, computers, and improv have never really gone together in my head before. It’s like that game on ‘Sesame Street’ that goes ‘One of these things is not like the other …’ So it’s kinda cool that they come - break the stereotypes and such.
Then there’s this really gorgeous model type (who of course if I’m going to be honest I’m insanely jealous of) and her brunette friend that come (Barbie and Skipper, I tend to think of them as) and occasionally Barbie’s friend comes that wears insanely short miniskirts and looks uncannily like Paris Hilton (so guess what I refer to her in my head as?) and Barbie’s boyfriend, who’s a nice, okay-looking guy, but perhaps a little slow on the uptake (but then who am I to talk - I’m way worse than he is) and wears a nose ring. Or nose stud, I should say. Am I the only one who has only ever connected nose rings with chicks? He’s the first white guy I’ve ever seen that goes around wearing a nose ring.
Well. once again I’m out of time because I need to go to class. Hopefully I’ve clocked in a bit more time towards my ten hours, though, they’re taking forever to do.
Basically, considering my life consists solely of work, school, and improv, and two out of three of those categories tend to be boring, I’ll be talking mostly about improv and the friends I have there. Honestly, my improv friends are the only thing that’s kept me from turning into a complete hermit since Meg left. As usual I’ll use made-up names to replace the real ones for identity protection - although if you’re included anywhere in my real life you’ll probably automatically know, or at least suspect, who everyone is, so I won’t bother to be too clever with the renaming.
Now … where to start?
I’m kinda surprised at all the different kinds of people that show up at improv. We have a couple physics genius types that come, and our (for lack of a better word) instructor works with computers. Physics, computers, and improv have never really gone together in my head before. It’s like that game on ‘Sesame Street’ that goes ‘One of these things is not like the other …’ So it’s kinda cool that they come - break the stereotypes and such.
Then there’s this really gorgeous model type (who of course if I’m going to be honest I’m insanely jealous of) and her brunette friend that come (Barbie and Skipper, I tend to think of them as) and occasionally Barbie’s friend comes that wears insanely short miniskirts and looks uncannily like Paris Hilton (so guess what I refer to her in my head as?) and Barbie’s boyfriend, who’s a nice, okay-looking guy, but perhaps a little slow on the uptake (but then who am I to talk - I’m way worse than he is) and wears a nose ring. Or nose stud, I should say. Am I the only one who has only ever connected nose rings with chicks? He’s the first white guy I’ve ever seen that goes around wearing a nose ring.
Well. once again I’m out of time because I need to go to class. Hopefully I’ve clocked in a bit more time towards my ten hours, though, they’re taking forever to do.
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