30 Days of Me: Day 18

Ohai interwebs! So nice of you to work for me today!! (The wireless connection at Mum’s is a bit shit, unfortunately)

“Plans/Dreams/Goals that you have”

There’s so many things that I want to do!
So I guess I’ll pick three. One short term, one somewhere in the middle and one long term.

Short Term

Survive the next 4 months of study, doing well enough to get offered a place in a Masters program of my choosing. Preferably an overseas one with a full scholarship but getting accepted will suffice.

30 Days of Me: Day 13 & semi-reasonable explanation for skipping yesterday

My lieblings,
I’m terribly sorry for missing yesterday’s post but, in case you hadn’t figured by my cuss laden summary of the VSM debate, I was in too mighty a rage to post anything reasonable. So I made an executive decision to leave it until tonight. Hope you cats can forgive me! Please don’t forget to go say hihi to Briony, her day eleven and day twelve are up, yay!

And, without further ado, welcome to your feature presentation.

“A letter to someone who hurt you recently”

3 Sisters: Workshop I

As part of the creation process, it’s always a good idea to keep a journal of some description. Usually I keep mine scrawled on napkins and across a thousand notes that I constantly use, so from here on in I’m going to blog about it. Who knows, it may even make a useful resource for someone one day.

This was our first day in workshops with Elena, our Russian director of our first big assessment piece; Anton Chekhov‘s “Three Sisters”.

I’ve been looking forward to sitting in on the workshops as Elena had described her process as being rather different from anything else that I’ve worked with. She’s right too.

Most productions begin by dealing with and analysis the text to be performed. So rehearsals are in fact read-throughs for the first week or so. Once the actors have gained some proficiency with the text we move onto blocking, introducing other elements, exploring relationships and gradually it starts looking more like a production.

With Elena we began by exploring motion and emotion.
Every movement has some form of emotive quality driving it. This emotion aids communication, driving the physicality that allows the subtext to be read by the audience. As well as the literal text of course.

Elena pointed out that “communication happens on a variety of levels. Emotional. Psychological”, which was a real light bulb moment for several of the actors. You could see it in their slightly puzzled expressions followed by the classic “derp, why hadn’t I thought of that” frown.

At least they took it on board.

Enrolling for Uni: It’s not rocket science. Or is it?

University.

Tertiary education really.

Why the hell is it so hard to get your enrollment sorted?!
Okay, maybe I’m over reacting a little bit but the fact that they’ve MISPLACED my enrollment and the enrollment period has now closed for the year does freak me out for some strange reason.

Why is it that you practically need a qualification to make heads or tails of the forms and hoops that you need to jump through?
I thought that trying to get Massey sorted was bad enough but at least the help desk was useful and I was in the same city when things did need sorting out in a hurry.
Unitec, pardon my bluntness, is as useless as tits on a damn bull. Probably not helped by the fact I’m currently in another city so can’t just march on up there BUT their helpdesk doesn’t answer emails or phone calls apparently. WTF IS UP WITH THAT?

Fresh beginnings

It’s weird to think that I’ve actually had this blog for the better part of two years.

But, while the posts have been sporadic, it’s really not a reflection of me. At all. I’ve been writing as the person that I tried portraying myself as to my classmates at Uni. And, while I liked the confidence and being able to hide behind this persona, it’s time to let that person die the literary death they should have long ago.

So with 2011 comes a fresh start and, hopefully, a more accurate reflection of the me I am.

So hi.

I’m Fallen Red Ninja.
My friends call me various names, depending on where they know me from and how well. The most common are Estrun, Aeval and Ninja.

I’m 21 going on 22. A soon to be post-grad student at Unitec, New Zealand.

I love coffee, theatre, crafts, music, Mexican Wolves and a boy.
I dislike chocolate, iTunes, skyscrapers, humans and angry eels.

Recently, thanks to some actually fantastic friends, I’ve rediscovered my lust for writing.
So expect to see a chunk of that on here. I’m trying flash fic. Getting back into poetry. And devouring articles for smoko.
And maybe some lyrics. We’ll see.

-Aeval.
❤