Sunday, April 25, 2010

And who says theatre is for pansies???

So recently I've been getting more injuries since I started 42nd Street. People claim theater is for pansies. Well here is some proof against that:

This goregous bruise is from running into a prop while trying to get my group onto the right side of the stage on time


This one below is all thanks to Godspell when I ran into the corner of a prop during the act one finale and I had to dance and sing meanwhile I'm mentally screaming like Jonah Hill:



So if any of you meet me don't say theater is for pansies.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Random Post

So out of no where I decided to post one of the short stories I wrote for my creative writing class. The assignment was to write your perspective only as your opposite gender. So here it is...


I feel like she knows that this thing between us is on it’s last leg. It all started when we made this “official”. The most messed up part was that it was my idea. I wanted to cause I really cared for her that and she was laid back, the least jealous people I knew, and she never wanted to change me.

But now that we put a stupid label on it she’s acting like the bizzaro version of herself. I mean I can’t talk to my friends who happen to be girls without her walking up to me and was marking up her on my pale white skin.

Also since we made it official she wants to go on “real dates” even though before she always said that they were an unnecessary waste of college money. But now she wants me to take her to nice, code for expensive, restaurants.

That could all be fixable but the final nail in their relationship’s coffin is that she asked me, “So other than that stupid film school idea, what are you’re plans for college?” Then I even shocked myself when I said, “We’re done.” And then we began screaming at each other. It stings the most when she says that I never really cared. She says it because she knows it’s a lie.

People always wonder why I’m usually single. Well this is the best way to explain it is like this. My heart is like a very rare, and very fragile glass sculpture. One tiny crack and it will shatter. And it takes a long time to gather up the money to get a new one.


Please be nice :)