It Is Your Biggest Pretend

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This Will Take Time (II)

It was the day of the play and I worked my butt of in every scene of this stupid play. I was just glad that Ms. Paisley, our drama teacher, was proud of the way it turned out and gave everyone passing grades, except Jordan (the leading man who never showed up). Good thing we had a study.

I was walking out when the guy from the medical building went up, “Hey! You did great, except at the beginning; you sucked.”

I laughed, “Yeah? Well, at least no one will ever see that again.”

“So, are you getting picked up or getting a ride from someone?”

“It depends.”

He looked at me and asked, “On what?”

“If you’re going to offer me a ride.”

He froze, “I wasn’t… I was just asking.”

I slapped myself in the head, “Well, I definitely made this awkward.”

He laughed, “I would, but I’m going to a party.”

“Well, don’t mind inviting me; I am by no means a party animal,” I said sarcastically.

“Are you?”

I laughed walking backwards, “No, I’m not. I gotta go, but I’ll see you some other time.” He opened his mouth and took a step towards me and then closed his mouth and took a step back. I gave him a confused look, “Is there something on your mind?”

He paused and thought. He took his time then said, “I’m gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night and I’m kind of nervous about it.”

I gave him my lopsided smile, “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ll say yes.”

He nodded thoughtfully, “That helps. It creates a comfort zone… So, will you go out with me tomorrow night?”

I came to a revelation, “Oh, no! I can’t.” I gave an disappointed face and an apolegetic smile. I had dinner plans with my family tomorrow since my cousins were coming over for winter break and I couldn’t miss it. Stupid family dinners. 

“Well, I like that you’re unpredictable.”

“I’m sorry, maybe another time?”

He smiled, “As long as there’s another time.”

This Will Take Time

It was my sophomore year and I was in the Medical hall; it was the only hall separated from the rest of the school building. I was pacing back and forth, rehearsing my lines. It was almost winter break and our play was the day before. I had exactly eight days to get my lines down. I’ve been rehearsing for four hours, skipping my math class, lunch, and literature class- so that’s two hours of math, an hour of lunch, and another hour of literature (it was a block day). Can you tell that too much work and no play is making me go insane? Because I sure as hell can.

“You used me. Y-you fat lard, you used me,” I screamed into the bland wall I was facing, sobbing. I punched it as if it was the other actor who I was speaking to.

There was a chuckle behind me, “You often accuse walls of using you?”

I turned around, wiping the tears of my amazing performance. “No,” I replied.

“Whoa, now, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he replied, standing there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

I smiled, “I was rehearsing for a play.”

He smiled, “Well, you sold it very well.”

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” I asked, wiping the excess tears.

“Yeah, but I figured that if you weren’t, then neither should I.”

I chuckled, “I have to memorize this whole play in eight days, and I’m taking every minute I can to practice.”

“Yeah? What play?”

“Some kid in a composition lit. class wrote it.”

“What is it about?”

“A guy who uses a girl to make another girl and purposely make the girl he’s using to fall in love with her because the other girl suspect that they’re just faking it. I think it’s by a girl who was dating a guy who used her to make another girl jealous and made her fall in love with him then broke up with her for the girl he was trying to make jealous… if that made any sense.”

“That’s highly accurate.” He laughed, “Well, shouldn’t you have a partner?”

I gave him a crooked smile, “That’s what the wall is for.”

“Well, I’m sure I can’t top the wall, but I’ll try my best.”

I gave him another crooked smile and nodded. “I don’t have another script.”

“We’ll share.”

“Alright, I’ll start from here: You used me. Y-you fat lard, you used me,” I screamed, crying as I pounded his chest.

He grabbed my left arm and held it over my head. “Um,” he read, “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for it to get this far, I swear. I-I love you.”

I made a disgusting face and spat at him (fakely). “You’re one piece of work, Landon. I can’t believe you’d even say that! Y- you,” I sighed. “I can’t remember what to say,” I admitted.

He let go of my arm and skimmed, “You say, ‘I forgive you, let’s have make-up sex.’”

I laughed and slapped his arm jokingly. “Give me that,” I snatched the script.

“I should get back to class… I sure am pissing for a long time.” He checked his watch, “Thirty minutes to be exact.”

I chuckled, “That’s an awful long time to piss. You have some weird urinary dilemma or something?”

He laughed, throwing his head back. “Why don’t you ask that wall- maybe he’ll have the answer. After all, he is in medical.”

I smiled at his pun, “Yeah, well thanks for helping me. Now if you excuse me, I have to accuse some other wall for using me.”

He bowed and said, “I hope you do well on your lines.”

“I hope so, too,” I muttered.

The Hunger Games

Such an original concept!

Great movie, great actors. The camera was shaky in the beginning but it got better. I have to say, I hope no nation, no country, no place would ever succumb to putting twenty-four children in  a closed environment to kill each other. 

If, in the future, we become somewhat similar to the civilization described in Fahrenheit 451 (minus the no-book policy) and schools make children just watch movies instead of read, then this would be the movie which would make them want to read the actual book.

in my opinion. 

There once was a….

girl who didn’t know who she is. so, she explored the world to find out. she could not find it on mount everest. she could not find it in the mariana trench. she could not find it on pluto. she could not find it in the shark’s mouth. no matter where she went, she could not find herself. so she grabbed a lawn chair and grew old. 

one day, she just disappeared from the lawn chair. everyone panicked. no one could find her, because she was never meant be found. and she finally realised that that was who she was. 

how much i know about any given topic:

Duck and Tape

once upon a time, there was a duck. a man captured him and ran him through a machine. it elongated and flattened the duck. the man sprayed glue on one side of the duck and wrapped him around and around and around and around a cylinder and called it “duck tape.”

the end.

Skies

wearemostaliveindreams:

You, and I,
meant to be
meant to shine,
like the stars
in the night sky.

Meant to burn,
through the dark
joining hands,
like constellations above.

Staying forever,
shining through the night
meant to be,
meant to shine
written in the stars.

Sometimes, the night sky gets so close
that my tongue gets wrapped in the Milky Way.

And the words I want to say, get caught
in ink, only to come out jumbled and
painted on my teeth like wax wall paper.

It’s just an excuse, really. To get away from
all the things I should have said.

Sometimes, the stars say
everything for us.

Collaboration with willfulevolution. Their words in italics.

I Want A Guy Who…

xogingerox:

Has Eyes like Frank Sinatra,

A Smile like Fred Astaire,

Wit like Groucho Marx,

A Speaking Voice like David Niven,

A Laugh like Jimmy Stewart,

Humor like Red Skelton,

Charm like Cary Grant,

A Body like Paul Newman,

Can Sing likeHoward Keel,

And Dance like Gene Kelly.

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!?!

(Source: ddc4814, via cinemastatic)