So I had my final acting class last night. Probably only about 3/4 of the class showed up. We spent the first half of the class doing the usual warmup exercises: the name game, samurai, improv, repeating.

The line reading exercises could not have come soon enough. This time we actually had a legit script. I knew it was for realz, because I actually watched The Young & the Restless when I was in middle school. I feel like I taped that shit or something. The names were very familiar. Of course I got paired with the Russian lady in the class who happens to be a director. So she was all about tweaking the scene to make it different than the usual reading: She wanted us seated a certain way, she had a cigar prop… I just wanted to focus on getting the lines down.

So our turn came and we went onto the stage. I was awkward but not really nervous or shaky which I think is a good indication that my anxieties are waning a bit. Anyway, my poor partner. Towards the end of the scene, I farted. I wasn’t expecting any of that. It was a low grade quiet one, but just as her detective character leaned in close to me, I knew the scent was there. Fuck man. Only me I tell ya!

I’m glad the class is done. Honestly, I just wasn’t too impressed with it. The teacher seemed like an airhead. Week after week, she didn’t remember student names and I dunno, she just didn’t really provide thorough explanations for the exercises. And well, last week’s script was a disaster. Anyone who would pick a lame yogurt commercial set at a costco sampling table just has poor judgement.

In other news, yesterday in the middle of the night, I awoke to one of the pups wailing uncontrollably. Not the usual whimpering but a full-on wail. I turned on the light and tried to wake Remy, but she kept crying and I couldn’t shake her awake. And her body was crazy heavy and limp. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. Then she seemed to come to, but then her body just started convulsing like she was rocking back and forth trying to get off her back and her legs were running crazy. Bizarre repeated behavior. I thought maybe she was choking again, because her eyes went vacant again. I dumped her out of her dog bed, and John started doing a light Heimlich. Fuck. She finally came to after what seemed like 90-120 secs. Then she was wiped again, eyes tired. Ten minutes later her eyes started tracking us again (normal), and she got up for food and drink. I have never witnessed a human/animal during a seizure, but now I can totally see how people would have mistaken this shit for someone/something being possessed. Super disturbing and crazy. Poor Remy. Old age is really giving her a beating.