I suppose I should have posted this earlier, but I was dead that week. Last Tuesday, we had the joy (I'm not sarcastic here) of missing school for almost the whole day. We went to see "A Midsummer's night's dream".
I was pleasantly surprised by the theater troupe. I expected the disgusting, mushy kissing (which there was, but not by a whole lot), but since there was a lot of arguments and people getting slapped for their foolishness, it took me by surprise. The coordination of the special effects are in tune with the actor's movements- a wonder for the actors who had only 3 weeks to learn their lines and adjust to performing the play indoors.
Mrs. E was very surprised also with the performance, even though she had been to plays like these, and had read the book.
Anyway, I had the joy (now, here's the sarcasm) of sitting next/nearby to the obnoxious people in my English Honors class while they constantly trolled on songs on Z100, Justin Beaver (I don't care how his name is spelled. I don't care for him at all), or that ridiculous series by SMeyer (sorry, guys. I don't read garbage).
Getting back to the play: There was a scene in the play, in which the actors did a play- in the play- and performed it for the guy that was supposed to be acting as the African boss- or something.
Since we sat in the back, I chose the edge of the seat, near the sound effects guy. I noticed two stools next to him. During the play-in-the-play performance, two actors sat there, and I was about 2 feet away from 2 of the actors (since they were supposed to be on a balcony for viewing the P-In-a-P).
I liked the demon guy in the play. What? Can't I be dark? Demons aren't necessarily evil, they are dark, and darkness is often misunderstood.
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What does man love more than life,
fear more than death or mortal strife,
what the poor have and the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
and what the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves,
and what all men carry to their graves?
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What does man love more than life,
fear more than death or mortal strife,
what the poor have and the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
and what the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves,
and what all men carry to their graves?
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What does man love more than life,
fear more than death or mortal strife,
what the poor have and the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
and what the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves,
and what all men carry to their graves?
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What does man love more than life,
fear more than death or mortal strife,
what the poor have and the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
and what the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves,
and what all men carry to their graves?
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What does man love more than life,
fear more than death or mortal strife,
what the poor have and the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
and what the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves,
and what all men carry to their graves?
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
~ From Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
Please link back to my picture though if you would, so that whoever see's it can find the stock.
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
~ From Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
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You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
~ From Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
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You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
~ From Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
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You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
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"If you want my views on the world....You have to see them through my Camera."
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Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
~ From Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven"
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