Welcome one and all, welcome to the MAD HATTERS tea part,
If you would kindly don your party hats the fun and games shall begin!
Okay enough of that, too silly, too silly. Well, what's knew?
I've finished that goddang 4,000 word assignment on Comedy in Film so that's a big relief. It took me till 5am to do it (one hour was just writing the filmography, yeeesh). I then got to bed after telling friends "Sure, I'm coming into Uni' to hand in that assignment at 10am, like I need sleep anyway." Well, after a very pleasant 6.5 hours of sleep... wait a sec'... 6.5 + 5 = 11:30am!!!
Ahh screw it, people can wait for me for a change, for I am Timotheus, master of all Topcatians, I have slain the 4,000 worded dragon and stand victorious over its rotting corpse, and I deserve to PARTAY!!!! So I got up, put on my 'Bob Geldof - The Vegetarians of LOVE' CD, straight onto track 3, (which I'm listening to right now) which is "The Great Song of Indifference", and did my jig of triumph. I shaved, showered, met my parents over the house briefly as I do most mornings before I have to rush off to somethingorother. I'm a busy little bee I am.
I got to school, looks like the people I was going to meet there were late too. Yay for synchronisity. Cabaret is the next big thingy looming ahead, both frightening and aweinspiring. My once private thoughts and dreams have now become tangable and real. The Cabaret that I am co-directing and have written all started at my 1st year at University. I'm doing a BA (Batchelor of ASS! I wish, nah it's a Bachelor of Arts... same dif') and (trying to) majoring in Drama and Cinema Studies. First year was 2003 and during a particularly boring class I started writing a scene for a non-specific play, this was the starting point of what would be ultimately an Opus of the last 3 or so years. Seeing as though it was written during a time when my last (and longest running to date) relationship started to slowly turn to crap before my very eyes, it is packed with emotion, and has its main star writing a play to help him keep busy and get his mind of her. Thank God for Student Theatre, without which I would not have had the means to even consider doing such a monumental project. It is daunting and scary, but at the same time I am really looking forward to it, especially now that the people have been cast and are saying how they like the script and the songs that were written. Biggest fear? What my parents are going to think. I mean I've acted in parts that had me saying some shocking things (I said fuck 15 times in one scene), but they would always say "well it's just the character saying it not you." This however is a reversal, everything being said is soooo me, but I'm not saying it. Plus there are LESBIANS, and a RAPPING PREACHER guy... don't know how they're going to react, but hey I'll worry about that when it happens. so yay to that.
On love and the like, here are some thoughts from the Timmy. That's right, let us take off the cool exterior of the Topcat and did deep into the non-existing lovelife of the Timmy. Well I'm in a kind of a crazy cycle here. Now I've tried to get back into the relationship game, but there is only so many times a guy can be shot down before he raises up his hands and says, "BLA! I give up, I'm going to be either a swinging bachelor or a priest, one or the other. If I'm a priest at least I'll have an excuse not to be attracting any of the opposite sex." Well I'm at that stage now, sick and tired and scared of being rejected, and more mortified of being dumped once again. So I've become very picky, so that I don't end up jumping into yet another DOOMED FROM THE START relationship and having to have the not niceness with the breaking up and the withdrawel symtoms and the lonely rocking back and forth on the bed with a blank expression on my face... tell me you haven't been there too huh? So I got it all sorted, find the right gal that I will most likely not break up with. Ah but there's the rub. I believe that I am cursed in some way, stupid I know but I do. OGGIDY BOGIDA!!! Anyway, with this in mind, say I do find a girl that I think is near perfect for me (requires further inspection, but I actually think I have found someone, SHOCK!). I then think how wonderful the person is, how much they understand me, and how much we make each other happy etc. Then I think of the curse, the stupid nagging at the back of my brain saying "Eventually you know she'll break up with you, it's your fate to wander this world alone." Then the dread feeling comes, a pinch on the top of my head and a shiver shudders through my body at the thought of the eventual and (as Agent Smith would say) enevitable break up with the one person that I would never want to break up with, that I could not stand to break up with ever! So here I type, instead of asking her out, because I won't go out with someone I don't think will go the distance? ..... no. Because I wont go out with someone I think is perfect for me because I could not survive breaking up with someone so cool? YES. Bummer huh? I've been single for over a year now. Sooner or later I'll grow some big brass ones, get over this stupid nagging voice, take it out, stamp on it, put the voice through a shredder, sticky tape and glue it back together so I can do it all again several times... and then I'll be able to ask her out. I just hope she doesn't get with n e 1 b4 then. Or maybe I'll just boot myself in the ass like I always do when I feel I need to get something done and jump straight into the deep end so that I don't miss out on something special. Wait for further updates on my progress (if indeed there is any).
Okay little words of wisdom to all my peeps and cutesy wootsy followers of the one true TOPCAT, listen up....
If you would kindly don your party hats the fun and games shall begin!
Okay enough of that, too silly, too silly. Well, what's knew?
I've finished that goddang 4,000 word assignment on Comedy in Film so that's a big relief. It took me till 5am to do it (one hour was just writing the filmography, yeeesh). I then got to bed after telling friends "Sure, I'm coming into Uni' to hand in that assignment at 10am, like I need sleep anyway." Well, after a very pleasant 6.5 hours of sleep... wait a sec'... 6.5 + 5 = 11:30am!!!
Ahh screw it, people can wait for me for a change, for I am Timotheus, master of all Topcatians, I have slain the 4,000 worded dragon and stand victorious over its rotting corpse, and I deserve to PARTAY!!!! So I got up, put on my 'Bob Geldof - The Vegetarians of LOVE' CD, straight onto track 3, (which I'm listening to right now) which is "The Great Song of Indifference", and did my jig of triumph. I shaved, showered, met my parents over the house briefly as I do most mornings before I have to rush off to somethingorother. I'm a busy little bee I am.
I got to school, looks like the people I was going to meet there were late too. Yay for synchronisity. Cabaret is the next big thingy looming ahead, both frightening and aweinspiring. My once private thoughts and dreams have now become tangable and real. The Cabaret that I am co-directing and have written all started at my 1st year at University. I'm doing a BA (Batchelor of ASS! I wish, nah it's a Bachelor of Arts... same dif') and (trying to) majoring in Drama and Cinema Studies. First year was 2003 and during a particularly boring class I started writing a scene for a non-specific play, this was the starting point of what would be ultimately an Opus of the last 3 or so years. Seeing as though it was written during a time when my last (and longest running to date) relationship started to slowly turn to crap before my very eyes, it is packed with emotion, and has its main star writing a play to help him keep busy and get his mind of her. Thank God for Student Theatre, without which I would not have had the means to even consider doing such a monumental project. It is daunting and scary, but at the same time I am really looking forward to it, especially now that the people have been cast and are saying how they like the script and the songs that were written. Biggest fear? What my parents are going to think. I mean I've acted in parts that had me saying some shocking things (I said fuck 15 times in one scene), but they would always say "well it's just the character saying it not you." This however is a reversal, everything being said is soooo me, but I'm not saying it. Plus there are LESBIANS, and a RAPPING PREACHER guy... don't know how they're going to react, but hey I'll worry about that when it happens. so yay to that.
On love and the like, here are some thoughts from the Timmy. That's right, let us take off the cool exterior of the Topcat and did deep into the non-existing lovelife of the Timmy. Well I'm in a kind of a crazy cycle here. Now I've tried to get back into the relationship game, but there is only so many times a guy can be shot down before he raises up his hands and says, "BLA! I give up, I'm going to be either a swinging bachelor or a priest, one or the other. If I'm a priest at least I'll have an excuse not to be attracting any of the opposite sex." Well I'm at that stage now, sick and tired and scared of being rejected, and more mortified of being dumped once again. So I've become very picky, so that I don't end up jumping into yet another DOOMED FROM THE START relationship and having to have the not niceness with the breaking up and the withdrawel symtoms and the lonely rocking back and forth on the bed with a blank expression on my face... tell me you haven't been there too huh? So I got it all sorted, find the right gal that I will most likely not break up with. Ah but there's the rub. I believe that I am cursed in some way, stupid I know but I do. OGGIDY BOGIDA!!! Anyway, with this in mind, say I do find a girl that I think is near perfect for me (requires further inspection, but I actually think I have found someone, SHOCK!). I then think how wonderful the person is, how much they understand me, and how much we make each other happy etc. Then I think of the curse, the stupid nagging at the back of my brain saying "Eventually you know she'll break up with you, it's your fate to wander this world alone." Then the dread feeling comes, a pinch on the top of my head and a shiver shudders through my body at the thought of the eventual and (as Agent Smith would say) enevitable break up with the one person that I would never want to break up with, that I could not stand to break up with ever! So here I type, instead of asking her out, because I won't go out with someone I don't think will go the distance? ..... no. Because I wont go out with someone I think is perfect for me because I could not survive breaking up with someone so cool? YES. Bummer huh? I've been single for over a year now. Sooner or later I'll grow some big brass ones, get over this stupid nagging voice, take it out, stamp on it, put the voice through a shredder, sticky tape and glue it back together so I can do it all again several times... and then I'll be able to ask her out. I just hope she doesn't get with n e 1 b4 then. Or maybe I'll just boot myself in the ass like I always do when I feel I need to get something done and jump straight into the deep end so that I don't miss out on something special. Wait for further updates on my progress (if indeed there is any).
Okay little words of wisdom to all my peeps and cutesy wootsy followers of the one true TOPCAT, listen up....
I'm looking in at the "in" crowd,
"Can I come in?" I'm not allowed.
I guess they think I'm too unhip,
my hair has not one blondish tip,
I find it hard to think of quips,
'bout Hollywood relationships.
But just as cool as "in" crowds sound,
they're stuck in there, I move around
out in the breeze, all fancy free.
I'm free you see to be like me.
So I'll stick by myself with pride,
I'm not unhip... I'm just outside.
BIG SMILEYS EVERYONE, I LOVE YOU ALL
posted by TopcatPlayer at 4:54 pm
3 Comments:
Yo Yo Yo top cat wus arp? Ah sorry I'm totally unhip too. It's kind of like your parents say dude...it comes off more like dood and they do this little jiggle...anyway maybe thats just my mum!
I miss the world of blogs, had to bow out otherwise I would direct to you mine. More pictures I think is need Catster...mwa
I know all your thoughts..
You don't know all my thoughts Lizardian... you and your mindreading powers. OGIDYBOOGIDA
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