http://phobialist.com/
favorite one so far:
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia- Fear of long words.
or maybe this one:
Russophobia- Fear of Russians.
Thats all for now folks! xo G
Monday, November 22, 2010
Day 5- Fear Stories
So here is the next part of these process...write two stories, one funny and one serious, about childhood fears.
Story 1:
It was a bright sunny day on the playground. Children were frolicking everywhere, sliding on the slide, swinging on the swings, and making sandcastles in the sandbox. One girl sat alone, by herself in the woodchips. She was admiring the girls on the monket bars, swinging around with such ease and laughing. It looked so fun. She sat there, her bottle of Purell around her neck, her rubber gloves on her heads, and her disinfecting spray sitting next to her with tears welling in her eyes. She wanted to play with the other kids, she wanted to run around and climb on the jungle gym but she just couldnt. Too many germs. She was scaredof all the teeny, tiny little,creppy, crawly germs that would get on her hands and face and arms and legs and eat her face off. She was terrified of touching anything that anyone else touched without her gloves on or disinfecting it first. Her mother had always told her to stay clean and she was too afraid to get dirty. She longed to play on the monkey bars, like that big, fat girl who wasnt very nice...but at least she got to play with the other little girls. The girl began to cry and didnt stop until someones little hand grabbed hers and led her to the sandbox. He plopped her down and showed her his sandcastle. He was very cute and very nice and the little girl didn't even once think about getting dirty. He took off her gloves and kissed her, right there in the sandbox, and all the germs in the world just melted away. The girl was in love!!
Story 2:
My parents got divorced when I was younger. It was, whatever, I mean I got used to it. I kind of went through my teen angst stage like anyone else. Wore all black, cut class, tried to be a rebel, for god knows what reason. I mean I liked my parents still but they just got on my nerves with this whole moving back and forth, and choose one parent, and blah blah blah. Anyways I was a senior in high school, 17 and thinking about college and my future and all that important stuff. And my mom decided to get married, to this totally lame boyfriend. I mean the guys wore clogs, and played the banjo and liked rock climbing and whatever. So I didn't really like him but he made my mom happy so I just sucked it up and didn't say anything.I just got bad vibes about him, you know? So, anyways the day of the wedding comes and I'm in my stupid, ugly bridesmaid dress and I had just helped my mom get ready. He came into the room while she was gone and smiled at me with that creepy old man grin, because he was like 65 and probably going to die soon. Anyways he asks me if I am excited to start this new family. And I looked at him and said no, I don't like you very much. And he hit me. Its been like a couple years now, and I'm away at college as far away from them as possible. I don't come home very often for holidays because I don't want to see him. I am afraid of what he might do. I am scared of my stepfather.
Story 1:
It was a bright sunny day on the playground. Children were frolicking everywhere, sliding on the slide, swinging on the swings, and making sandcastles in the sandbox. One girl sat alone, by herself in the woodchips. She was admiring the girls on the monket bars, swinging around with such ease and laughing. It looked so fun. She sat there, her bottle of Purell around her neck, her rubber gloves on her heads, and her disinfecting spray sitting next to her with tears welling in her eyes. She wanted to play with the other kids, she wanted to run around and climb on the jungle gym but she just couldnt. Too many germs. She was scaredof all the teeny, tiny little,creppy, crawly germs that would get on her hands and face and arms and legs and eat her face off. She was terrified of touching anything that anyone else touched without her gloves on or disinfecting it first. Her mother had always told her to stay clean and she was too afraid to get dirty. She longed to play on the monkey bars, like that big, fat girl who wasnt very nice...but at least she got to play with the other little girls. The girl began to cry and didnt stop until someones little hand grabbed hers and led her to the sandbox. He plopped her down and showed her his sandcastle. He was very cute and very nice and the little girl didn't even once think about getting dirty. He took off her gloves and kissed her, right there in the sandbox, and all the germs in the world just melted away. The girl was in love!!
Story 2:
My parents got divorced when I was younger. It was, whatever, I mean I got used to it. I kind of went through my teen angst stage like anyone else. Wore all black, cut class, tried to be a rebel, for god knows what reason. I mean I liked my parents still but they just got on my nerves with this whole moving back and forth, and choose one parent, and blah blah blah. Anyways I was a senior in high school, 17 and thinking about college and my future and all that important stuff. And my mom decided to get married, to this totally lame boyfriend. I mean the guys wore clogs, and played the banjo and liked rock climbing and whatever. So I didn't really like him but he made my mom happy so I just sucked it up and didn't say anything.I just got bad vibes about him, you know? So, anyways the day of the wedding comes and I'm in my stupid, ugly bridesmaid dress and I had just helped my mom get ready. He came into the room while she was gone and smiled at me with that creepy old man grin, because he was like 65 and probably going to die soon. Anyways he asks me if I am excited to start this new family. And I looked at him and said no, I don't like you very much. And he hit me. Its been like a couple years now, and I'm away at college as far away from them as possible. I don't come home very often for holidays because I don't want to see him. I am afraid of what he might do. I am scared of my stepfather.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Day 4- switch it up!!
REVERSE
Today I was Rippletraur, Jake was me, and Arthur was Jake. FUN! Being Artie's monster is harder than it looks because he moves in a very awkward way, with his long gangly limbs and awkward reptar hands and that voice. The Stevie Wonderish voice that just didnt come naturally to me. Oh well. I committed to it and tried to be as non- girly Gabi as possible ( a trend lately..) and be more creature like. A good challenge.
Today I was Rippletraur, Jake was me, and Arthur was Jake. FUN! Being Artie's monster is harder than it looks because he moves in a very awkward way, with his long gangly limbs and awkward reptar hands and that voice. The Stevie Wonderish voice that just didnt come naturally to me. Oh well. I committed to it and tried to be as non- girly Gabi as possible ( a trend lately..) and be more creature like. A good challenge.
Day 3- monster scenes
We had to get into groups and make tiny scenes with our monsters or kids
My scene was with Jake, another kid, and Arthur, a monster. We ended up setting our scene in the future, when both the kids were grown up and actually on a nice little date. hahaha. Me and Jake, met at a resturaunt where Rippletraur, the monster, was in disguise as our waiter. Through the scene we talked about our present day lives, me as an exotic dancer, and him as some army vetern/tough guy and eventually Jake saw through the diguise and went to destroy the monster. I liked doing this scene because it was neat to explore my character all grown up and what she would be like. I had to invent a story and played off Jake to think of things to say. Sarah, although 18 now, still has the tendency to be a little scared of monsters still and talks about her troubled past. She also talks alot, as a nevous habbit to fill up and silence. And she seems to be trying to turn over a new leaf for herself, however this another date gone wrong with a bad guy and the intrustion of monsters...which has happened before. Poor Sarah...she needs to stay away from guys named T-bone
My scene was with Jake, another kid, and Arthur, a monster. We ended up setting our scene in the future, when both the kids were grown up and actually on a nice little date. hahaha. Me and Jake, met at a resturaunt where Rippletraur, the monster, was in disguise as our waiter. Through the scene we talked about our present day lives, me as an exotic dancer, and him as some army vetern/tough guy and eventually Jake saw through the diguise and went to destroy the monster. I liked doing this scene because it was neat to explore my character all grown up and what she would be like. I had to invent a story and played off Jake to think of things to say. Sarah, although 18 now, still has the tendency to be a little scared of monsters still and talks about her troubled past. She also talks alot, as a nevous habbit to fill up and silence. And she seems to be trying to turn over a new leaf for herself, however this another date gone wrong with a bad guy and the intrustion of monsters...which has happened before. Poor Sarah...she needs to stay away from guys named T-bone
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Day 2: Bios
Today we sat around and shared our stories and bios for the different kids and monsters we have created. I learned alot about other monsters and why they are the way they are, why they scare ( or are scared) and their deep feelings which is hard to tell because most of these creatures cant speak. I also learned about some of the kids back story and it gives a good insight to the kind of person they are. My backstory is still in the makings and I still have alot more to figure out and invent. But basically my little girl is an orphan living in an orphanage with Mrs. Sunshine, who is not a very nice lady. Her parents died in a car crash when she was very young and she had no living relitives so she was sent to this orphanage. She is a very smart and creative little girl and has a knack for storytelling and imagination. Okay so I am basing this off of the little girl in the Little Princess ( one of my favoirte books AND movies) who was once the daughter of a rich man and was spoiled and loved and she lived at an all girls boarding school but when he died she was forced to go live in the attic and work as a servant. My little girl is not so dramatic, because this is modern times but she was sent to this orphanage and her teacher and caretaker is not very loving and doesnt take time to comfort her when she has these terrible nightmares. She is six years old, with blonde curly hair and blue eyes, and can sing beautifuly. She likes to wear a different colored bow in her hair each day and wears dresses all the time even though she only has 3. She wants to be a princess, like every little girl, but she wants to be one so she can fight off the scary monsters. She dreams about a different monster every night and she is always fearful they will come out from under bed. She wants a prince charming to come and save her, but her Mommy and Daddy are dead and she has no one left.
Okay kinda depressing but that's the general details!
Okay kinda depressing but that's the general details!
Day 1: Monsters/Kid exploration
Theatre Lab Monster Experiment begins NOW!
So day one, for me, becoming a 6 year old kid again. I choose to be a kid instead of a monster simply because I cant remember any of my childhood monsters but I do remember being scared! We started out by slowly evolving into our kids or monsters and after being those characters for a while we tried out others. We morphed into other kids or monsters and tried to embody the qualities that people gave to their character. We all tried to slither on the floor and laugh like Nick, cry for our mommies like Kate, and be the scaredy cat monster like Sam. I liked this because we transitioned smoothly into each new character and trying to imitate someone is challenging but fun. The only problem I have is that Olivia's monster/demon/possessed girl is wicked freaky and scares me, as person not just a character! And of course Barbara made her come towards me and touch my hair and I was legitimately scared. I don't mind the cutesy monsters with the fur, and the 3 eyeballs, and funny looking heads ( aka Monsters Inc. style) but the people like monsters, like little girls, really creep me out. This is why I hate scary movies with dolls and little girls and demons and EEK...I just hate thinking about it. But anyways back to my little girl. So far I haven't thought too much about her story, just today trying to embody some qualities of fear and vulnerability, and childlike innocence. Its hard to play scared when you aren't scared. I tried to walk like 6 year old and hide in a ball, like I did when I was little, and make myself see the world from a smaller point of view. I hope to add more depth to her and give her more of a background so I have a context to work with!
So day one, for me, becoming a 6 year old kid again. I choose to be a kid instead of a monster simply because I cant remember any of my childhood monsters but I do remember being scared! We started out by slowly evolving into our kids or monsters and after being those characters for a while we tried out others. We morphed into other kids or monsters and tried to embody the qualities that people gave to their character. We all tried to slither on the floor and laugh like Nick, cry for our mommies like Kate, and be the scaredy cat monster like Sam. I liked this because we transitioned smoothly into each new character and trying to imitate someone is challenging but fun. The only problem I have is that Olivia's monster/demon/possessed girl is wicked freaky and scares me, as person not just a character! And of course Barbara made her come towards me and touch my hair and I was legitimately scared. I don't mind the cutesy monsters with the fur, and the 3 eyeballs, and funny looking heads ( aka Monsters Inc. style) but the people like monsters, like little girls, really creep me out. This is why I hate scary movies with dolls and little girls and demons and EEK...I just hate thinking about it. But anyways back to my little girl. So far I haven't thought too much about her story, just today trying to embody some qualities of fear and vulnerability, and childlike innocence. Its hard to play scared when you aren't scared. I tried to walk like 6 year old and hide in a ball, like I did when I was little, and make myself see the world from a smaller point of view. I hope to add more depth to her and give her more of a background so I have a context to work with!
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