theatre theatre theatre til i die

+ posted by M @ 12:54 PM

...	Tuesday, November 11, 2008

because all of my brain capacity is being used by my history and theory of drama paper, i will post song lyrics.

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Well, Ive been afraid of changing
cause Ive built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
Im getting older too

Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down

If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down

Landslide, Stevie Nicks

+ posted by M @ 12:09 PM

...	Sunday, November 09, 2008

the truth is, i miss you too.

Underwater, it's like the song you hear on the radio at night
Like sleepin' with the light out
Like the wooden sound of your mama's sad bassoon
Noah, someday we'll talk again but there's things we never say
That sorrow deep inside you, it's inside me too
and it never goes away,
you be okay
you learn how to lose things, my sorrow go where my heart grow calm
when you stop breathin' air - you get oh so calm,
no fire down there, so it calm, calm, calm
and there's never any money, so it very, very calm
but you miss oh you miss the sun and the moon,
and the sound of the wooden bassoon

-Caroline, or Change
Tony Kushner

+ posted by M @ 9:34 AM

...	Wednesday, November 05, 2008

where was I, election night 2008, when Obama won?

in my apartment a few blocks away from where he lives.

hell yeah, bitchez

on a more serious note, i'm very happy with this result. it doesn't affect me as much as the americans with tears in their eyes, but i think it's a pretty foregone conclusion that the american presidential election affects us all. i'm just proud to be in the midst of all this change, all this history. his speech was incredibly moving, and i feel like finally electing an african american president sets a precedent for more acceptance, more change and more diversity in America and hopefully eventually in the rest of the world. people try to skirt around the race issue - but we can't deny it, this race issue is important and the fact that a black man won tonight means so many things that were unimaginable to so many people not more than 50 years ago.

i've been taking a black theatre class this quarter, and it amazes me how much racial history has occurred in chicago, and how many historical race plays we've staged here. it makes me proud, and i'm glad here.

+ posted by M @ 1:28 PM

...	Monday, November 03, 2008

little things, lilly allen

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs
All the play fighting
All the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend
Lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy
In your boxers and your t-shirt

Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
I know it's not right but it seems unfair
That thing's are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?

Drinkin' tea in bed, watchin' DVD's
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You'd take me out shopping
And all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell that I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you'd make that face you do
There's no-one in the world who could replace you

Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it's so true
I know it's not right but it seems unfair
That thing's are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?

+ posted by M @ 9:58 AM