| Don't Worry, Not a Spoiler |
[Jul. 21st, 2007|04:26 pm] |
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Holy dunga chips! I'm only on page 159 of Harry Potter and it's already amazing! Of course, that's all I'll say, because I will murder anyone who spoiles it. Seriously, I'll do jail time to avenge any spoiler. |
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| I Want Pot |
[Jul. 19th, 2007|11:15 pm] |
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I want Pot. The Harry kind that comes in a book. |
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| Upcoming Production |
[Jun. 26th, 2007|11:37 pm] |
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In late July, Strings Attached Theater Company will be producing a short play of mine called "The First Line of Defense" in their evening of shorts called "Life As We Know It". Details for the production are below. Unfortunatly, the tickets cost money. Sorry everyone!
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Strings Attached Theater Company Presents
Life As We Know It: An Evening of Ten-Minute Plays
July 25-29, 2007
Wed, Fri, Sat 8pm,
Thurs 7:30pm & 9 pm
Sun 3pm Sargent Theater at The American Theatre of Actors
314 West 54th Street
New York, NY.
Tickets: $18
Tickets can be purchased at www.brownpapertickets.com/event/16850 or 1-800-838-3006 Life As We Know It is a compilation of 10-minute plays written, acted, directed and produced by New York City's finest up-and-coming artists. All are graduates or current students of the William Esper Studio, Columbia University, New York University, The New School, among others. The works are reflections of what it is to be human in this day and age. All find the humor in extraordinary circumstances, and portray how one survives life as we know it. Featuring: Jason Altman, Miguel Govea, John Harrison, Mike Lavoie, Alexis MacDonald, Aimee McCabe, Jeannine McConnell, and Ereni Sevasti
Plays Written by: Keith Boynton, Tariq Hamami, Geoff Schuppert, Rhea MacCallum, and Molly Smith-Metzler
Directed by: Annie Coburn, Miguel Govea, Alexis MacDonald, Jaimie Mayer, and Kohl Norville
Lighting Design: Shaun Suchan
www.stringsattachedtheater.com |
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| Anxiety |
[Jun. 24th, 2007|11:19 pm] |
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I don't know what it is lately, but I've had a lot of anxiety. I don't know why. Really bad too. It's two kinds of anxiety. The first kind is the one you get when you think you've missed something or you think you forgot something or you're late somewhere. That one is pretty bad. However, the one I've also been getting is the one when you've done something really humiliating or something you're ashamed of. I don't know why I'm getting these anxiety attacks. They're not being brought on by anything. There's no actual reason I can think of why I'm getting them. That's the thing that makes them even worse, I don't know what they're about. Why do I do this to myself? It's completly within my power to stop it, but I just don't know how. And if I had a reason for them to happen, then at least I would know why they're happening and how to stop them. It's really getting bad. I don't know. I think I'm a pretty easy going person. I'm not that high strung, so I don't know why this would be happening. I thought I would have a lot more to say about this, but I guess I don't. I guess all there is to say is it's happening, I don't know why, and I wish it would stop. So...the end. |
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| What is 10 Minutes? |
[May. 20th, 2007|04:50 pm] |
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How is it possible that I'm more busy now than when the semester was going on? I swear, I haven't stopped running around since two Monday's ago. Even now I have to jet off to somewhere and read a script while I walk there. Just now I realized I have about 10 minutes before I have to leave and I really didn't know what to do with myself. The only thing I could think of was this. Sometimes I wish I had the remote from the movie Click. I'm sure there was some way to disable the "auto" feature on it. I'd figure it out. |
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| Ode to Helena |
[May. 17th, 2007|12:46 am] |
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I love you Helena Bonham Carter.
PS - That first picture is one of the hottest pictures I've ever seen. |
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| One of Those People Who Can Sleep At Any Hour In Any Position |
[May. 15th, 2007|12:16 am] |
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| | Clubbed to Death - Rob Dougan | ] |
"She was one of those people who can go to sleep at any hour and in any position. Talking to her, he realized how easy it was to present an appearance of orthodoxy while having no grasp whatever of what orthodoxy meant. In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made to accept the most flagrant violations of reality, because they never fully grasped the enormity of what was demanded of them, and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what was happening. By lack of understanding they remained sane. They simply swallowed everything, and what they swallowed did them no harm, because it left no residue behind, just as a grain of corn will pass undigested through the body of a bird."
- George Orwell in "1984".
It has become apparent to me what fear is. I wonder, and I seriously consider this and wonder its outcome, that if the President were to come out and say the true patriot supports their President for more than eight years, but for as long as it takes, that the country (or at least the majority of the country) would go along with it. The true patriot is the one that stands by their President forever. That the war demands the same president to stay seated for as long as it takes. It is becoming my belief that this country would go along with it and allow the President to continue indefinitely.
But this really isn't my fear. My real fear is that when this happens, I will have to stand behind my beliefs more firmly. Would I lead the revolution if the demands of the whole were outrageous enough? I don’t’ know. We have already strayed from our true beliefs, the ones that started this country, and yet very few have said anything. Among those few who have said something, I am not one of them. I have voiced my disagreements in my circle of friends and family, but I have never done anything to speak out against what is happening in this country right now. If it finally went too far, would I stand up and fight? Stand up and fight. I don’t know. I wish I would. I hope I would. Honestly, I do not know. I imagine I would, but I also never imagined our beautiful country to get to the point it has right now. It’s like just being born and seeing that beautiful smiling face above you, telling you that everything is alright and your life will always be filled with everything encompassed by this smile shining above you. It’s then realizing that that smile is not there anymore. You have grown up and you are now the adult. It is now your turn to shine your smile on those who will be born. Who smiles on adults? Where do those smiles go? I now realize why youth is so cherished throughout life. A new child who was just born has no fears, has no worries. A newborn baby does not know fear. The process of life teaches you what it is you’re afraid of. The process of growing older is what makes you aware of fear. But at the same time I fight and struggle tooth and bone to keep that life, to keep that fear. It’s as if I love that fear. I can’t live without it. Why do I struggle to keep it? I now know that I am at a point where I recognize fear but do not know what mine is. This seems to be the hardest point. Do I say this because it is an objective knowledge that I have just come across or because this is the point in my life that I am at right now? I don’t know. Probably both. Either way, I realize now what my fear is. I fear having to stand up for what I know is right. I fear knowing what is right, because who know what is right are the ones who must fight for it among the masses who believe in falsity. I wonder how that is done. I fear coming to terms with the idea that there are things that are true and false in this world. How can there be? The world is something that barely exists to two different people at the same time. We exist in different in different worlds. Two billion people, two billion worlds. How can there be truth in that? There can’t be. So how do I stand up for what is true when the whole idea of it is something that is false? It is fear. Fear is what keeps the cogs running. I don’t say this negatively. Fear is what sparks revolution. Fear is what sparks the pen to the page. That is why fear is used to control the masses. I love my fear, because I fight to keep it alive everyday. Why do I do that? I don’t know. It is time for me to shine a smile down. What is there to smile about? I can think of many things. Right now though, it is not time for me to shine mine. That is what I say. What I do…I do not know. |
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| Soap |
[May. 7th, 2007|11:40 pm] |
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So, I'm putting this on here because it seems like a new play that I want to write but I have no idea where it's going. It just sort of came out and I had to stop what I was doing to write it. I feel like it's going somewhere, I just don't know where right now. If you see a magical direction, let me know.
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