Saturday, October 28, 2006

A one act play that I wrote a couple of years ago.

Act 1 Scene 1
Open- A bedroom, one person in the bed another person in the bathroom in the next toom. The husband wakes up to the sound of the water turning on.

Husband- Honey, come back to bed.
Wife- What? (unable to hear through the running water)
Husband- It is way yoo early. Come back to bed.
Wife- I have things to do.
Husband- No, you don't.
Wife- Yes, I do.

She walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed and begins to put on her shoes.

Husband- Why are you dressed?
Wife- I have to go to work.
Husband- Work?
Wife- Yes, work! I have a job to do, bills to pay, kids to feed! You know, if you had a job, you would do the same thing.
Husband- What are you talking about; I have a job.
Wife- Yeah, sure. "Would you like fries with that?"
Husband- Hey, I'm the manager of that place. Don't even try to make me feel bad about it.
Wife- I'm just trying to say that if you tried harder-
Husband- (interrupting) Tried harder? What the hell is wrong with you? I work just as hard as you do.
Wife- Oh please!
Husband- (mockingly)"Welcome to MCI"
Wife- Fine! Fine!
Husband- (calmly)Why are we fighting about this?
Wife- I have no clue.
Husband-Honey, just come back to bed.
Wife- I can't, I have to work.
Husband- Fine, go.

She goes downstairs and is about to open the front door. A little boy comes down the stairs. He is wearing his pajamas and rubbing his eyes.

Boy- Mommy?
Wife- Honey, shouldn't you be getting ready for school?
Boy- School? Mommy, where are you going?
Wife- Honey, I'm going to work.
Boy- But Mommy, it's Saturday.
Wife- What?
Boy- It's Saturday.

The wife walks to the kitchen to look at the calendar. She sees that it actually is Saturday. She goes back to her room to find her husband sound asleep. She undresses and lies down next to him and whispers in his ear.

Wife- Honey, I want a divorce.

She sleeps.

The End!!!!!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

A Poem

To the world in which we dwell,
From the day when living man fell
To the hour when four horses prance
There is one thing that stood a chance.
No war could break it
Disease could not take it.
Men put their hearts on the line
To help it stand the tests of time.
But here I stand depraved and deprived
of the one thing that keeps us alive.
A child frolics in front of me
Onlooking parents stand guilt free.
So I must ask, Is it not my turn?
My flame is out as other's burn.
I've had a chance to feel such bliss
I've felt his touch and his kiss.
Now,He, in London. I, in France.
Will there be another chance?
If it is no, I shall surely die.
All for Naught? O woe O Fie!
Curse you time and curse you space.
Curse you distance and curse this place.
Curse the moon and the stars above
For denying me a thing called love.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Philosophy of Love Chapter1 pt2

Shelby decided to stay away from the house for a little while so she walked to the park that was by the elementary school she attended as a child. She sat on a swing for almost an hour thinking about all of the things that she had and hadn't done in her life and how unsatisfied she was with all of it. She thought of all of the things that she should have done in high school and in college and it made her feel like she was a failure. She had always wanted to be active in school, there was something that always held her back. She had no idea what it was but it always succeeded in keeping her away from the activities that she liked.
Out of all of the things that Shelby never did, her mother always wondered why she never dated anyone. Shelby always pondered that as well. She had always wanted to find love; she felt that finding love was one of her goals, if not the main goal. She never actually went out to find someone to be with. Most of the guys that she encountered never fit the bill. She had convinced herself that she had standards and had the perfect person in mind, but as she sat on the swing in the park, she realized that sure, she had standards, but she was also too afraid to put herself out there. She wasn't a risk taker and the biggest risk she felt that anyone could take would be to admit true feelings about that person. She never wanted to feel that vulnerable. She had been in that position a couple of times before and she knew that she never wanted to experience that again.
It was getting dark out so she decided to walk back home. When she got back home, her mother wasn't there so she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and went straight to her room.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Some more pictures that I Edited

This is the most stalkerish thing that I could ever do but it was fun doing it. I got his face from one picture and my face from another one. Then, since the images were different in sixe, I had to hide that fact and the only way that I coule do that was to make it look like it was a watercolor painting. His head still looks a bit bigger, but I like it the way it is.

Crest white strips much?!? Yay for digital editing.

Version 1 of trying to make myself look like a cat.

Version 2 of trying to make myself look like a cat