So I reccently saw 12th night at the great lakes theatre festival.
It was awesome!
I wish I could say more-but I'm writing a review which I will post soon.
I'm not really sure what to talk about.
Friends next to me are watching Achmed the Dead terrorist.
Speaking of, I LOVE IMPROV!
I wish there was an IMPROV workshop somewhere outthere because I love being funny.
I yearn for IMRPROV!
~Kelly
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10/22/09
Fall sadness
When the leaves descend in fall it reminds me of someone.
First so vibrant on the tree then golden and crisp-like the cereal-falling to the ground.
Like something slipping out of my hand-forever-falling, tumbling, whirling to the ground in sadness.
In despair.
In agony.
The tree in vain wishes it to be spring again, when the leaves were so fresh on it's branches-a connection so tender, so young, so sweet.
Or the tree wishes it to be summer-happy, frolicking, the good times are about to arrive.
Then something happens.
The atmosphere gets cold and icy. Brutus descends towards Cesear-and sadness ensues.
Then winter happens-you try, as best you can, to survive in the coldest weather on the earth.
And I'm waiting for the spring again.
I'm waiting for someone......
First so vibrant on the tree then golden and crisp-like the cereal-falling to the ground.
Like something slipping out of my hand-forever-falling, tumbling, whirling to the ground in sadness.
In despair.
In agony.
The tree in vain wishes it to be spring again, when the leaves were so fresh on it's branches-a connection so tender, so young, so sweet.
Or the tree wishes it to be summer-happy, frolicking, the good times are about to arrive.
Then something happens.
The atmosphere gets cold and icy. Brutus descends towards Cesear-and sadness ensues.
Then winter happens-you try, as best you can, to survive in the coldest weather on the earth.
And I'm waiting for the spring again.
I'm waiting for someone......
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