IOC-ing

Well, in spite of IOC being just around the corner next week, life is actually pretty good. I’ve been mugging like a mad dog for IOC, staying back in school until 10pm on some days, but the odd thing is that I’m actually coming to start liking this process. The discussions on the dramatic effects of the various plots and stuff is all pretty enlightening and extremely interesting at times. With some of the points that are being made and tossed about, I honestly feel as though I’m on some form of academic frontier – a naive thought I know, but hey to be young and optimistic: the world is your oyster and all that jazz. You can’t help but visualize some of the scenes actually being played out on stage (what am I talking about..you’re supposed to. But I meant in a good kinda way – the personal interest kinda way), and it’s pretty exhilarating to see in your mind’s eye the various dramatic effects having a pertinent bearing on the way the play is perceived by the audience (use of plosives, ha!). I suppose one of the reasons why I’m so chirpy on this subject is because I’ve been making some pretty good progress on King Lear, and should finish the text more or less by tomorrow, upon which I can commence rehearsing.

In addition to the good tidings of my IOC progress (at least I hope so), my spirits have also been buoyed by the arrival of some shirts I’ve ordered from Busted Tees. In addition I managed to snag a shirt from Threadless seconds before it was sold out, and all my orders should be in by next week. I suppose there is some inkling of truth in the claimed benefits of retail therapy. Of course that is said in a totally and completely manly way, and in no way effeminate or homosexual. Hoo ha.