On The Subject Of Drugs.

For acting we are learning how to play characters with impediments, more specifically physical (broken arm, ulcer, etc.) or substance-related (drunk, high, etc.). Last night I did a load of research on Kyphosis-- hunchbackedness-- and came to class today prepared to do a task (picking up and arranging stuffed animals). It went well, surprisingly... but it wasn't good enough. My mind automatically closed off the thought of immersing myself in any sort of substance-related impediment, because I have never really been under the influence of anything, save Prozac, and in that case I was taking proper dosage so the results were nothing drastic.

So now, I'm stepping way outside my comfort zone and exploring the behaviors and effects of harsher drugs, and seeing if I can put these drugs in me without... well, putting them in me. Amidst my travels among the internet this evening, I've stumbled upon quite a few interested drug-related materials, so I figure I'd share them.

A. This video: (WARNING: Unsuitable for those with weak constitutions... I mean it)

Meth User Film

(or go to http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=27903599 if it doesn't show up here)

B. This website:

www.erowid.org

Interesting stuff. Learn the facts. As far as bias goes, erowid.org is pretty neutral. Just... as I've said about ten times prior... interesting.

In the other, less dark and disturbing realm of acting, we have to translate Shakespearean monologues into modern day text. I got Juliet's (a role you will never see me play... WAY too pretty for the likes of me) monologue from Act 3 Scene 2, cut considerably for the sake of having to memorize its translation in one day.

Original Version
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
Though sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Modern-Day Translation
Get outta here, like, sun, like,
And make it night time right now, and that's it.
Hide me and Romeo in the dark, like, so we can have sex. Like,
You're like a nicely dressed widow, you know, in black. Like,
Teach me how to give myself to my hustband, you know,
So he can take my V-card. Now listen:
Make me stop being so hot and bothered, like, my cheeks are red, like,
Use your darkness, furthermore, until the weird act of, you know, having sex, like,
Becomes simple and modest, and that's it.
Come, like, night; furthermore, get over here, like, Romeo; plus, like, you're like my day during the night; furthermore,
Turn Romeo into stars, like,
And his face will make heaven so sexy
That everyone will be turned on by the night
And ignore the attention-whore sun.



I am going to sound like a drunken whore repeating this aloud.

Crap. I really want cereal. We have store brand Honey Bunches Of Oats in the house... I don't know if it's good or not. Store brand is a toss up.

Later tonight I might watch this movie "Spun;" a friend advised it for checking out the behaviors of a tweaker. I'm going to need all the help I can get. Convincing myself I'm on Meth when I've never so much as taken a hit of a bong is going to be something mighty strange. But hey, I'm down. I want to immerse myself in the real stuff. Get to the heart of the artichoke, so to speak. I hate artichokes though.


Seriously, what pilgrim or caveman or whatever looked at this and was like, "Hmm... I want to eat that."