Only Nerds
Wednesday 8 August 2012 | 11:57 pm
So I had music class this afternoon, though it's not the kind that you would think because instruments aren't involved, but that's not the point here. While he was talking about some classical performance, he came to talking about pissing off some theater students — if ever we feel like doing so. All in the name of good fun, of course. The trick is to talk like a Shakespearean. He said that nobody talks like that anymore. Only nerds.
ONLY NERDS.
Well, Mr Hiddleston likes Shakespeare.
Goddamn it.
I need to draw his face. Maybe then he won't be so imposing.
Why am I talking to myself?
Saturday 4 August 2012 | 1:11 am
What did I get myself into?
I'm just intrigued to know what the fuss is all about. Wikipedia was consulted. It gave me the information and I thought: Okay. I've read a few pieces of the kind before so I have a slight inkling as to what to expect, but really, I should have just ignored it and walk away.
Too late, of course, but as I go along, I can't help feeling a bit…peeved? It could have been better — the choice of words, I mean. I find it quite repetitive and limited, to an extent, but what do I know, right? I'm just here to try and appreciate.
It's something new for me, obviously.
And a constant source of my frustration because the deeper I go, a particular face comes to mind and I'm hearing that melodious voice, seeing those hands, that face and the ever earnest pair of eyes. All I'm thinking is what the hell am I doing? Or, more rightly so: What the hell is he doing? To me? It's beyond comprehensible and it makes me want to just punch somebody.
Or, cry at the injustice of it all.
You're second best to perfection and it's disgusting.
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