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Supporting the Arts & My Brother
K-M Drama presents Moliere’s TARTUFFE on May 9-12th at 7pm. Tickets available at the door. Students with ASB $6. Adults $8.
Tartuffe, a classic French Farce, tells the story of a father who thinks his family is losing its moral and ethical character. In an effort to aid his family, he invites the strict religious counselor Tartuffe to help his family lead a more devoted and religious life. Unfortunately for the father, Tartuffe is not who he claims to be and creates a huge mess for the family. It is the untangling of this mess that will leave the audience laughing in the aisle. Kent-Meridian
Stupid Cupid
Dear greeting card generated holiday, You know how our relationship goes. I loathe you. Flowers, no. Chocolates, no. Candy hearts, maybe. Interests, not catered to. How about getting it right this year and sending me a Ryan Gosling doppelganger :) Wishful thinking. Sigh. I foresee pints of ice cream and sappy chick flicks instead. Roses are red, violets are blue — #bluevalentine
Freudian Slip.
Two men are talking in the bar sharing their sob stories. The other man responds, “What is a Freudian Slip?”
Life Lessons: always be prepared
I had taken a personal day to conduct a little soul searching and to sleep away the migraine which crippled my motivation to function. By the current state of things, I wish it were possible to extend into a personal week; my mind is already on autopilot in anticipation for the upcoming two-week holiday break. I am incessantly drained from all this merriment, it places me in a paradox. As thankful as I am being surrounded in joyful accompaniment of the family, I cannot help but feel out of place having been uncoupled. I do not correlate being in an established relationship in order to be happy, however, I am a creature of habit and, as such, have evolved into a bitter cynic without the warmth of someone to defrost my ice-cold heart. Man, I sure am needy these winter months. So for dinner, I decide that I am craving fried chicken and drove to the grocery store. Ten-minute trip, tops. Stepping through the automatic threshold, my heart sinks. No lights in the Deli area. I mope around for hunger alternatives as I detect movement. Glancing over, Deli Boy appears in a dreamy haze with ascending harp playing angels. A friendly hello and a wave while my legs scurried in the opposite direction. The disastrous appearance with my disheveled hair and no make up, I had immediately regretted ever setting foot outside of the house. Dilemma diverted: When single, be ready to mingle (at all times!).
Life Lessons: heartache
Let’s pretend that we never met, that we never talked, that you never broke my heart in some catastrophic, unimaginable way. Not that I would want the memory of you to dissipate, but right now, I need to be free from emotions. I just wish to be robotic, numb to the capability that I could ever feel as I did; or as I do. Let’s pretend that somewhere along the way, our paths will align again. We’ll end up happily ever after and regale about how we might not have been. Keep in mind: Perhaps one day, but not today.
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
- Sylvia Plath (Source: 36974, via nuckenchucket)
Spell-check Yourself
Make note: grammar counts. Good morning is not the same as good m-o-u-r-n-i-n-g. Potential suitors, I will give the benefit of the doubt due to auto-correct user error, but when the trend is consistent.. we’re just not meant to be. #onedatewonders ps. y-o-u-r = your. you’re = you are |
