Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Summer Song - A Poem

"Why do I wait for summer?
Why do I yearn for three sun-drenched months on my own?
When I sweat away my body weight
and run from killer insects in vain.
When I'm left to my own devices,
free from everyone who needs me.

I enjoy the crisp fall air,
the new experiences it brings.
A world full of color,
yet full of tears
as the dead of winter draws near.

Spring is fine, I do like spring,
teasing as it is.
The world is coming back to life,
but I'm still tucked away,
the last bud on the tree to bloom.

It is the uncertainty that summer brings
that makes it worth the wait.
Routine is gone, responsibility eased.
Nothing to be done, yet so much to do.
I cannot say what will happen in the summer.

I cannot say what will happen in my life."

Oh, spontaneous inspiration in English class, how I love thee.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Starting Now.

I'm tired.

Tired of feeling melancholy. Tired of losing interest. Tired of stressing over little things. Tired of being weak. Tired of bringing everyone down. Tired of being tired.

I want to be happy. I want to be enthusiastic. I want to get out of this funk. I want to be sure. I want to feel like myself again.

I'm ready.

I'm ready to do the work. I'm ready to be lighthearted again. I'm ready to be strong. I'm ready to live again.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Let the Wine of Friendship Never Run Dry

A Toast...

Here's to the last four years of Radnor Musicals.
Here's to memories.
Here's to an ever-growing family of friends.
Here's to the last four years.

Here's to Fiddler on the Roof.
Here's to getting a singing role as a freshman.
Here's to Fruma-Sarah.
Here's to Team Frums.
Here's to being six or so feet taller.
Here's to white face.
Here's to going to rehearsals during the week and doing nothing.
Here's to 100% Man.
Here's to some really really ridiculously good looking Russian kids.
Here's to dressing room dance parties.
Here's to tradition.

Here's to Les Miserables.
Here's to the Whores. Or should I say Lovely Ladies.
Here's to chastity baskets.
Here's to the barricade.
Here's to more peasant-wear.
Here's to stage crew.
Here's to I drink your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
Here's to drama.
Here's to possibly the most epic cast ever.
Here's to spending too many Meisters classes working on "Drink With Me".
Here's to THE BARN.
Here's to "One Day More".
Here's to "To love another person is to see the face of God."

Here's to Hello, Dolly!
Here's to Mrs. Malloy.
Here's to Hat Shop Girl.
Here's to pretending.
Here's to Ribbons. Ugh.
Here's to the Gibson.
Here's to girls with mustaches!
Here's to the staircase.
Here's to Octo-Mom.
Here's to salt.
Here's to the Honor Code stepping in.
Here's to "I'm Charlotte Dow and I like bananas in my cereal."
Here's to CAROL!
Here's to Hello, Horace.
Here's to minor freakouts
Here's to...let's not even go there.
Here's to glowin', crowin' and goin' strong.

And finally, Here's to Beauty and the Beast.
Here's to...shit, how are we gonna pay for this?
Here's to pleasant surprises.
Here's to Mrs. Potts.
Here's to possible shoulder damage...all in the name of art.
Here's to that fucking cart.
Here's to the best role-buddy ever.
Here's to the B Buddies.
Here's to epic costumes, epic sets, and an epic show.
Here's to Maaah, mamaaa, MAMMY!
Here's to confetti!
Here's to the best cast anyone could ask for. :)
Here's to the party car!
Here's to CHOCOLATE.
Here's to terrible lyrics.
Here's to a sold-out run.
Here's to "La Vie Boheme", Chili's style.
Here's to the light up roses.
Here's to an amazing cast party to wrap up an amazing show.
Here's to being home.

Here's to four amazing musicals, four amazing years.
Here's to family, to hard work, to fun.
Here's to wanting to relive it all and not change a thing.
Thank you.