The day after my birthday was fairly strange also. Besides the fact that I was totally out of it and sat through my first two classes in a complete fog, my third class became quite a to-do. My third class on mondays is my Dramatic Writing Colloquium. Which means that I write stuff and my class mates write stuff, and on the days when it is our turn we have our stuff presented. So we have to act. Well today was an acting day for me. I was in two different scenes. The first one went well. I didn't have many lines and I didn't need to express too much emotion. The second scene was harder, in that I was the main character, I had a lot of lines and I had to go through a bunch of different emotions. So after having read through the scene twice and gone through it once with the other person I was suppose to present. I'm moving the chair on stage to where I need it for thr scene when the Chair of my department walks in and says that a TV crew from China wants shots of him interacting with student. Oy vay. So I have to wait for them to fix the lights for the camera and re-arrange the audience so it looks like there are more of them. I'm just sitting there waiting, because I'm used to this kind of thing, having spent a lot of time on TV sets as a child, with my dad. However, my partner is not doing so well. She was nervous to begin with and now it our international TV debut. So I'm going to be on Chinese TV. I'm gonna be huge. Ha. Apparently it is for a TV special on the best International Universities and they didn't just pick New York University(oops. I let it slip. Oh well), they picked Tisch School for the Arts, which is a the arts academy withih NYU. Isn't that awesome? And I'm going to be on the special in face and name. Not only did they film me acting, but they shot the discussion afterwards and since the students can never remember the character's names in the scenes they always talk about the characters in regards to the actor's names. So they used my name in the discussion. I'm going to be an international superstar! People from all over China are going to flock to my apartment(actually dorm) in hopes of catching a small glimpse of me. I'll have to hire a body gaurd and people will just throw strings of pearls at me as I walk down the street to class. Maybe I'll even make enough money to get an apartment in The Village that's not student housing. Anyway, enough silly day dreaming. Its more likely that they'll be like who is that silly blond girl with the bandage on her chin? I know its my stitches, but maybe in China they'll think its a fashion statement. That's even more ridiculous. I'm going to stop. I think some of my brain fell out through the hole in my chin.