The Eleventh: In Charge of our days and our nights.

This post is "The Eleventh." There is a "the Tenth" but I'm not posting it because it's an unnecessarily detailed comparison of the first two albums by the Coral. I might slide it in someday, but it'll come geographically after this one.

So, on Friday, in Drama, I had the pleasure of bending over a chair while a girl pretended to shove a slapstick up my ass. In case you can't imagine, let me describe the silly grin on my face as I type that sentence: I have a silly grin on my face as I type that sentence.

The girl was Alyssa, who's new this year to White Oaks, and who I hadn't said much to before Friday, other than a casual "Hey," now and again. This would usually be when she comes into the caf while I'm working there. But after we had to do a Commedia assignment, I got to know her as a cool girl who's really good to be onstage with. And I say this, because the 3-minute bit was largely made up on the spot, so there had to be a certain level of interplay. And, not being quite a professional improv-guy (like say, Doug Calderwood-Smith,) it's often kind of awkward when I'm trying to bounce back and forth off someone on the spot, but she played well. And also, when we were trying to figure out what exactly to do, she was the one mostly giving ideas, which is just cool. I certainly hope I get to work with her again.

In that entire class of 32 people, and after 3 years of Drama, I still find it odd that I've never been onstage with Doug. Granted, we were only in the same class once before now, but still. That's my goal before the end of the year. Maybe I'll take him up on his invitation to join improv. I've been asked by someone or other on a few occasions since Grade 9, but I usually just said "Meh... nah." but now that I don't feel like I have anything better to do, maybe I'll check it out.

I read John Lennon's 1980 interview. It's so odd - it seems like he hated listening to music after the Beatles. Quite fascinating. He could never listen to the Beatles music, understandably, because he only could hear the session it took to record it. Like, thinking who was there, and where he was standing, and picturing himself banging the tambourine. And he completely slanders recordings of "Across the Universe" and "Strawberry Fields," because he never felt they were recorded right, although it's hard for me to personally imagine them sounding better, either of them. Reading it is like reading the words of a madman who is a genius but just can't deal with the world he has made. For one of the most famous people in the world, he sure did have a lot of resentment. And 2 weeks later, he was dead. And that was the last public record the world ever had of John Lennon the man. Optimistically I'd like to think that over the course of time, had he not died of course, his resentment would have faded, but then I think realistically, it must have been too difficult to be John Lennon, and that would have been impossible. It probably would have just festered, and he would have said even more mean things about his former bandmates. That's the impresion I got of John Lennon, anyway. In hindsight.

Kris, my venerable cousin, once said that he thought he hated the Beatles because most of their songs were, like, "She Loves You," and simple things like that, but that as time wore on and he heard more of their later stuff, he realized that they - and John Lennon in particular - were geniuses.

After spending last Saturday with my baby cousin Cameron, age 1, I decided that the only sensible way to communicate is monosyllabically. Just try pointing at something and saying "Ba," and you'll see what I mean. It's a lot easier without all those words in the way.

Just watched "The Girl Next Door." I can't decide if it was a shitty movie that was well-written, of a good movie that was written like shit. Either way, I hated it. It was a waste of Elisha Cuthbert, who can act. *1/2 of 5 stars.

Got a horrible stomachache today. Keep on Rockin'
-Scott