Need Opinions
OK so i had to write two contrasting monologues for class that together would be under four minutes. I need opinions on these two, not on time but on quality:
WARTS
By: Ron Shreve
Can I ask you something? What the Hell is wrong with women? No, seriously. I am the kind of guy who can admit that the male species thinks more with their dicks than their heads and women are far more mature than we will ever be, but now I am starting to doubt that. All my life I have tried to be a prince. I open doors, I pick them up and drop them off, I don’t overstep my bounds…and where does it get me. Nowhere! I am still sitting in this god forsaken pond on a slimy lily pad waiting for the “one” to kiss me and make me her night in shining armor.
Oh sure there are girls who upon hearing this would say “I’m right here!” but you know what those are also the same girls who you see with the creeps and the “bad boys” and then they run to me when they need to bitch and complain because instead of a prince they get warts. What, now I am supposed to get sloppy seconds? I don’t think so. I deserve better than that. Charming had it right, wait for the Cinderella type. A girl who can run with the best of them, who probably isn't afraid to burp in front of you and who cleans up really nice. Before, I would have been your shoulder to cry on and the one who would tell you it was ok, but now I have a message for all of you "princesses." You can take that poison apple and choke on it!
Boiling Water
By: Ron Shreve
If you stare at a clock, it’s like watching water boil…it feels like an eternity
And if you spend a weekend with the one you love, laughing and having a good time…it feels like an instant
And when you get the telephone call at 3 am saying…there has been a terrible accident…time stops
You can’t move and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears… and those around you telling you it’s ok sound like they're under water.
And Everyone wonders why since that call you have been sitting...staring at the clock on the wall.
I’m waiting, for my time…so I can be with her.
But staring at the clock, is like watching water boil.
WARTS
By: Ron Shreve
Can I ask you something? What the Hell is wrong with women? No, seriously. I am the kind of guy who can admit that the male species thinks more with their dicks than their heads and women are far more mature than we will ever be, but now I am starting to doubt that. All my life I have tried to be a prince. I open doors, I pick them up and drop them off, I don’t overstep my bounds…and where does it get me. Nowhere! I am still sitting in this god forsaken pond on a slimy lily pad waiting for the “one” to kiss me and make me her night in shining armor.
Oh sure there are girls who upon hearing this would say “I’m right here!” but you know what those are also the same girls who you see with the creeps and the “bad boys” and then they run to me when they need to bitch and complain because instead of a prince they get warts. What, now I am supposed to get sloppy seconds? I don’t think so. I deserve better than that. Charming had it right, wait for the Cinderella type. A girl who can run with the best of them, who probably isn't afraid to burp in front of you and who cleans up really nice. Before, I would have been your shoulder to cry on and the one who would tell you it was ok, but now I have a message for all of you "princesses." You can take that poison apple and choke on it!
Boiling Water
By: Ron Shreve
If you stare at a clock, it’s like watching water boil…it feels like an eternity
And if you spend a weekend with the one you love, laughing and having a good time…it feels like an instant
And when you get the telephone call at 3 am saying…there has been a terrible accident…time stops
You can’t move and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears… and those around you telling you it’s ok sound like they're under water.
And Everyone wonders why since that call you have been sitting...staring at the clock on the wall.
I’m waiting, for my time…so I can be with her.
But staring at the clock, is like watching water boil.