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Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

Welp, it begins. Next week, I will be attending TEACH Week at Sonoma State University before I start classes on the twenty-fifth. Also, I have begun a stricter exercise regimen upon discovering that I've gained a few pounds since last measured at a doctor's appointment. Basically, more cardio than walking, possible weight lifting, and a promise to not go out of my way to buy chocolate (my main weakness). I think there's nothing else I can ask for your guys but the usual, and that's to please wish me luck. I'm gonna need it more than ever. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 53.1: Summer 2009

NOTE: This is the fourth full-act play I ever wrote, at the age of nineteen. While I cannot specifically remember when it was finished, I am going to hazard a guess that I was done with this play by the summer and began writing my fifth full-act play in the winter of 2010 while studying abroad in Ireland. This is Act II of the play. Enjoy. Can't Hurry Love: A Play In Three Acts by Belinda Roddie CAST (in order of appearance) SAMANTHA “SAM” MELICK, a lesbian novelist ANDRE GRIFFIN, a bartender-turned actor AMELIA MELICK, an actress and Sam’s older sister LESLEY EVERARD, a questioning English university student MRS. MELICK, Sam and Amelia’s mother MR. MELICK, Sam and Amelia’s father SIMON HART, Lesley’s boyfriend SETTING A Pub in Yorkshire, England WRITER’S NOTE: All stage directions and emotions listed in this script are open for suggestion. Altering them should not decrease the caliber of the play, but they should serve as guidelines for the director an

Today's OneWord: Stylist

The stylist that Mark usually went to was on vacation, apparently, so he was redirected to one purple-haired Shane, who stood by the corner mirror, reapplying eyeliner. When he saw the customer coming, his face split into a broad, white smile, and he clapped his hands loudly and rapidly like an excited seal. "I've heard so much about you!" he squealed as he directed Mark to a chair. Mark frowned. He's heard about me? What have I accomplished besides getting my neckbeard occasionally shaved?