Today I had Improv 201. For those of you unfamiliar to improv, Improv 201 is the class that follows Improv 101. And let me tell you, 201 is way harder than 101. WAAAAAAAY harder. Whilst in 101 we ran around and got to be really silly and play, in 201 you have to be serious. In a comedic sort of way. When people ask me to elaborate on how 201 is harder that 101, I get all discombobulated and it's literally impossible for me to explain. It's just harder guys. It just is.
Any whoozle-bees, as a requirement for class we have to go see improv shows down at the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater. Now, so far I have only seen the 501 classes do their "graduation show" and it's good and all but sometimes they fall short. Tonight though was a whole different story. My new New York/Improv friend, Ali, and I went to go see Harold Night (Harold is the form of improv they teach us at UCB and Harold Night is basically when the improv teams that you have to audition to get into, perform). BLOWN. A. WAY.
Let me just say this: it's impossible for me not to fall in love with all the boys on the teams. Whether they're gay or funny looking, I just fall in love with all of them. This is a disease also known as "Talent Crush".
The other thing I have to say is: I want to be up there so bad. Before the show started, Ali and I went to get a couple beers and she was giving me all these tips on where to find auditions online and how she found her, now broken up with, agent, and all that sounded so great but so intimidating. And then I go see Harold Night, and I know I belong up there. It's where I have to be. And it scares me but in the most amazing way.
So 201, I'm gonna fuck you where it hurts so I can get to 301 and later 401 and finally 501. And when that day comes, I'm gonna audition for a Harold Team. And I will make it. And then someone can come see me onstage at UCB doing a scene about how my neighbor is Chinese Satan and I like to have loud, uncomfortable sex with the same condom over and over again. And they'll laugh. THEY'LL ALL LAUGH.
Having said that, I gotta learn to wash my face when I come home at night.... It's just a nice thing to do.
Any whoozle-bees, as a requirement for class we have to go see improv shows down at the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater. Now, so far I have only seen the 501 classes do their "graduation show" and it's good and all but sometimes they fall short. Tonight though was a whole different story. My new New York/Improv friend, Ali, and I went to go see Harold Night (Harold is the form of improv they teach us at UCB and Harold Night is basically when the improv teams that you have to audition to get into, perform). BLOWN. A. WAY.
Let me just say this: it's impossible for me not to fall in love with all the boys on the teams. Whether they're gay or funny looking, I just fall in love with all of them. This is a disease also known as "Talent Crush".
The other thing I have to say is: I want to be up there so bad. Before the show started, Ali and I went to get a couple beers and she was giving me all these tips on where to find auditions online and how she found her, now broken up with, agent, and all that sounded so great but so intimidating. And then I go see Harold Night, and I know I belong up there. It's where I have to be. And it scares me but in the most amazing way.
So 201, I'm gonna fuck you where it hurts so I can get to 301 and later 401 and finally 501. And when that day comes, I'm gonna audition for a Harold Team. And I will make it. And then someone can come see me onstage at UCB doing a scene about how my neighbor is Chinese Satan and I like to have loud, uncomfortable sex with the same condom over and over again. And they'll laugh. THEY'LL ALL LAUGH.
Having said that, I gotta learn to wash my face when I come home at night.... It's just a nice thing to do.
2 comments:
Washing your face inspires greatnes, so keep it up
201 is fucking hard, dude. Once you get through it you're going to feel great. I had my 301 class yesterday and it was AWESOME.
Miss you.
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