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.