Just walk in with confidence and flop!!!
Hello everyone. So the dress rehearsals are going on for Seussical. We added mics today and it was ridiculous. We went to dinner with Mr. J and the Stage manager Kenny. The two of us were at Fremont together but didnt know it. I love our show. Everyone needs to come and see it.
April 2-5 @ 7 PM $6 in advance or $8 at the door. Everyone should come.
So here is the livejoural game. Whatever day you read this go and find all your posts for this date in recent years and repost them. It's just cool to see what went on in your life then. I cant believe that I only had 2 total entries and they were both from 2004.
So I'm directing 5 one act plays this semester. We're bringing back some oldies but goodies. For those of you who were in the Lottery, or Bridge to Terabithia those will be in our one act festival in May. Two students wrote there own, and the last one is a comedy called "Over the River and Through the Woods"
I'm sad that livejournal slowly erases things from your archive. I can't find any earlier than May 2003. Weird. I only have one ex-girlfriend fight archived in writing left. The best is that another ex-girlfriend came to my defense. Gotta love old school drama. Being back at the High School just reminds me of how fucking stupid we all were. Damn if we didnt make mountains out of mole hills. I had two girls in my class who got in a fist fight over some stupid bullshit. Ridiculous. I also enjoyed reading about thinking I was fat when i would love to get back to that weight now. Hilarious.
Alright everyone hit up the game. I'm so hip your grandma broke me.
March 27, 2004
I just got Brotherhood of the Wolf. Awesome foreign film. Went to a punk rock party at one of the theatre kids houses. it was so much fun. I had Hillary straighten my hair, and i got on some eyeliner. HOT with a gazebo. Took care of a couple people, but it was all good. I want people to be happy.
Our res net hasd been down off and on the last 3 days. Some kind of crappy. Well at least it's working at the moment.
No real plans for the weekend. Whitney ha s a birthday tonight. That should be fun. WEEEE. I can't wait for this dance show to be over. Crappy to the max.
Well, my predicament lives on...what will we do about it? Nothing.
Way to be way to be. Get excited
March 27, 2004
Today I walk, today I fall, today I crawl towards a wondrous nothing.
My knees are scabbed, they bleed with every inch that my fingers pull my body forward.
Mirages in the distance, wavy figures, who I see, but will never be there.
The farther I crawl, the faster they fade.
If I would yet lay still I might glimpse the perception of an unreal fantasy.
Crawling gets one nowhere. Crawling is the patheic last attempts of those condemned to die alone in the heat of the barren councsiouss.
Those who are about to die salute you...with a middle finger.
Beauty...fleeting? Love...a dream? If that may be, perhaps to run and sleep soundly is paradise lost simply lost the moment one slips back into the reality, and surrenders to dreamscapes and visions.
Bitter hearts bleed blood like any other, it is as vibrantly red as the greatest lovers.
It may be thicker...clotted by the stubborness of perception, but bleeding is bleeding.
Empty eyes gazing into my face. Say something else.
Glance over again, my longing is to be looked through. Invisible men are unseen by stinging arrows of love and life.
Turn off the lights that I may be lost in shadow. If you walked beside me you would never know, and you would never care.
Catch a glimpse, strike a match, and see a silouette slip bye.
Are you interested? No, the games that shadows play. Walk away and never look back.
Never look back, because the ones that look back always get caught.
Can you feel me breathing down your neck? Shrug it off, it's the cold, lonely wind of my soul at your back. It chills, but it is gone.
One moment locked in a memory held close to the heart. The locket of love, its heat searing into the flesh. Burn burn burn it all away.
When I turned to see a figure walking in the rain i wanted to run away. The most terrifying spectre was such a figure, tormenting all that revolves in my mind.
And now I walk away in the rain, a misty silouette surronding my figure.
And as I fade gently into the mist, the only trace of my existence will be a few fleeting ripples in a puddle where I once walked. Will anyone look in time to see, and if they do will they follow to see where ripples will lead?
April 2-5 @ 7 PM $6 in advance or $8 at the door. Everyone should come.
So here is the livejoural game. Whatever day you read this go and find all your posts for this date in recent years and repost them. It's just cool to see what went on in your life then. I cant believe that I only had 2 total entries and they were both from 2004.
So I'm directing 5 one act plays this semester. We're bringing back some oldies but goodies. For those of you who were in the Lottery, or Bridge to Terabithia those will be in our one act festival in May. Two students wrote there own, and the last one is a comedy called "Over the River and Through the Woods"
I'm sad that livejournal slowly erases things from your archive. I can't find any earlier than May 2003. Weird. I only have one ex-girlfriend fight archived in writing left. The best is that another ex-girlfriend came to my defense. Gotta love old school drama. Being back at the High School just reminds me of how fucking stupid we all were. Damn if we didnt make mountains out of mole hills. I had two girls in my class who got in a fist fight over some stupid bullshit. Ridiculous. I also enjoyed reading about thinking I was fat when i would love to get back to that weight now. Hilarious.
Alright everyone hit up the game. I'm so hip your grandma broke me.
March 27, 2004
I just got Brotherhood of the Wolf. Awesome foreign film. Went to a punk rock party at one of the theatre kids houses. it was so much fun. I had Hillary straighten my hair, and i got on some eyeliner. HOT with a gazebo. Took care of a couple people, but it was all good. I want people to be happy.
Our res net hasd been down off and on the last 3 days. Some kind of crappy. Well at least it's working at the moment.
No real plans for the weekend. Whitney ha s a birthday tonight. That should be fun. WEEEE. I can't wait for this dance show to be over. Crappy to the max.
Well, my predicament lives on...what will we do about it? Nothing.
Way to be way to be. Get excited
March 27, 2004
Today I walk, today I fall, today I crawl towards a wondrous nothing.
My knees are scabbed, they bleed with every inch that my fingers pull my body forward.
Mirages in the distance, wavy figures, who I see, but will never be there.
The farther I crawl, the faster they fade.
If I would yet lay still I might glimpse the perception of an unreal fantasy.
Crawling gets one nowhere. Crawling is the patheic last attempts of those condemned to die alone in the heat of the barren councsiouss.
Those who are about to die salute you...with a middle finger.
Beauty...fleeting? Love...a dream? If that may be, perhaps to run and sleep soundly is paradise lost simply lost the moment one slips back into the reality, and surrenders to dreamscapes and visions.
Bitter hearts bleed blood like any other, it is as vibrantly red as the greatest lovers.
It may be thicker...clotted by the stubborness of perception, but bleeding is bleeding.
Empty eyes gazing into my face. Say something else.
Glance over again, my longing is to be looked through. Invisible men are unseen by stinging arrows of love and life.
Turn off the lights that I may be lost in shadow. If you walked beside me you would never know, and you would never care.
Catch a glimpse, strike a match, and see a silouette slip bye.
Are you interested? No, the games that shadows play. Walk away and never look back.
Never look back, because the ones that look back always get caught.
Can you feel me breathing down your neck? Shrug it off, it's the cold, lonely wind of my soul at your back. It chills, but it is gone.
One moment locked in a memory held close to the heart. The locket of love, its heat searing into the flesh. Burn burn burn it all away.
When I turned to see a figure walking in the rain i wanted to run away. The most terrifying spectre was such a figure, tormenting all that revolves in my mind.
And now I walk away in the rain, a misty silouette surronding my figure.
And as I fade gently into the mist, the only trace of my existence will be a few fleeting ripples in a puddle where I once walked. Will anyone look in time to see, and if they do will they follow to see where ripples will lead?