Scripts.

As those of you who know me will already be aware of, I have a huge interest in language. Those of you who don't and haven't been following;
Have a look.
When I like a text, I don't just like it. I examine the text from every angle. When I love a text, the way I talk about it is incredibly impassioned- I am known for 'talking with my hands', but when I talk about a narrative or piece that I love, either my body language is so animated that I am exhausted by the end of a ten minute conversation, or I drift off in thought and speak as if I'm having an out of body experience.
When I very much dislike a piece, funnily enough, I have the same reaction. I love debate, analysis, and different viewpoints.

When I am asked to perform something, something scripted, I can't look at a piece without analysing every technique used, every inflection, every action in the stage directions. I love to act, and though I lack the necessary skill, it's one of the few times in my life I feel confident. The other is in my writing.
Back to the topic at hand.
For my extra-curricular drama class, I was given a monologue. Well, I've been given two, but this monologue I am to perform in front of parents, siblings, and anyone else who wants to show up. (Monologues are playing a big role in my drama studies this year, actually- for my exam in term two, I have been asked to write a monologue and perform it, and if it goes well, I aim to post it on here. If it doesn't... we shall see.)
This monologue appears to be untitled, and I don't know if it is from a play, but almost every word within it I agree with.
I am very much looking forward to performing it, it's not just a monologue, it's an opinion.
I'm not going to post the whole thing, just my favourite line.

...so I got frustrated and looked up the word "perfect in the dictionary. You know something, it's ironic, that we're all striving for an idea that comes somewhere between "penguins" and "pinball".

It's not that ironic, just stupid, put that way.
In my dictionary, perfect and all its affiliates come between perfidious- "Treacherous or decietful" and peremptory- "expecting immediate obedience without any discussion."
Is perfect average? Or better than? For that matter, what is better than average?
It's all opinion.

Before I finish, I want to thank a friend of mine who mentioned.. well, dedicated a blog post to me. It was really something, and a smart way to actually make me accept a compliment. I really appreciate it. And until that last paragraph, where you directly addressed me, you'd judged my response perfectly.

Thanks for reading.

Passion

I'm half writing this as a response to a friends blog, and half writing this because it's a topic I've wanted to cover for a while, and they brought it up and reminded me. There's probably a few other halves I could cover, but then that would mean I can't add up, or that I'm putting over a hundred percent into my writing... and technically that would mean I should be writing with amazing quality and clarity. I'm not.

People are connected by all manner of things; differences in thought, the whole opposite poles thing- or more often, significant similarities in common interests. Common interests spark friendships the world round, but it's the people who share more than a common interest, a passion(a deep feeling) for a certain pastime or subject of interest, who seem to form bonds quickly and more tightly than the rest.

For example, a passion of mine is the English language.
Maybe you're thinking "Well duh, she surrounds herself with people who speak English," because that's what I thought as soon as I typed the sentence, but even if you are you know that is not what I mean.
I tend to surround myself with people I can discuss language with. Like, people who write and read on a regular basis, people who overanalyse, people who interpret. I feel they can understand what could be referred to as my 'obsession' easier than others. I am amazed by language. How can someone string words together in a way that makes sense, let alone a way that is engaging? How can someone string an alphabet together?
And novels, man, I can't begin discussing novels without leading into a half hour lecture.
But then I wouldn't have time to discuss acting at all, and that's a huge part of my passion for language.
But what my passion involves is not the point. My point is that I feel I have closer ties with those who I am able to discuss language with than I could ever have with them otherwise, and this in turn, means I have a stronger tie with those who share a passion, or at least a common interest in comparison to what is my passion.

I have a passion for life (Well obviously, everyone who lives has a deep involvement with life), but not so much that I don't ever want to die... I look forward to death, to an extent, just to experience something new, something I have not done before. I know I want to die quickly, but I also want to die with intense pain, because when you are in pain, you're really living, and I want that sense of ultimate life at the moment of death.
I'm not a die-peacefully-in-my-sleep kind of girl.
See, I've planned out my death, I've planned out my job, I've planned out my education, but the one thing I haven't properly planned out is my future. That worries me. It doesn't scare me.

Emotion. There's my last. Emotions are valuable, that's why I try not to give too much of it away and keep it tucked in my own secret corner. Those who know me with a loud, obtrusive personality and that only don't really know me, because there is this me which exists in my time, the engrossed in thought me. I have a deep feeling for feeling itself. I let them out occasionally, otherwise they wreak havoc in my brain.

But those who don't have a passion, those who don't have a topic of their own, that's something I do not envy. They can cause you many problems, but they give out the rewards.

Brittany.