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One of my favorite places is Middlebrook, VA. A lovely place, where friends gather for good times and to create art. It seems that the people keep getting younger every year, which is fine, but it is strange as well. You cannot help but compare each visit with the next.

One of my favorite things to do there is go to the Blackfriars Playhouse, which is an Elizabethan theatre and they put on Shakespeare plays, as well as others from that era. It gives a whole new light on everything about Shakespeare, because seeing how others interpret the stories is much more interesting than just how you interpret it. Another thing which is fun is that some of the audience sits on the stage itself. How wonderful! The actors interact with the audience in this way, and "They do it with the lights on." Hehe.

Last year when I went, two other ladies and I went to pretty much every play we could. It was wonderful. There were a few times where we actually snuck out of "class" and left to do so. I think my favorite was Romeo and Juliet. Quite a funny play, actually. And it was even more fun since I was a part of it since I was sitting on stage. Even had to kiss one of the actors. I blushed quite a bit afterwards, but it was so much fun! I wish I could go up there more often, because I really love that theatre and the people who work there.
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From 5.18.2010

Seems like I'm trying to write something and I'm not. Words should flow. Should is the most important word in that sentence.

Who is behind the iron mask? Facades creep and instruments fail.

1. I have bruises on my knees. Battle scars. One of my veins is bruised too. A mere war wound. Fight to the death where everyone is not. 8pm.

2. I am impossible to clarify. Troubled souls drown in undiscovered depths and ideas come forth with reckless abandon. Selfishness overwhelms people and they cannot see past their own glory. Kindness blossoms in them, but naive surroundings encompass them. There is no fight that cannot be won. There is no ideal that cannot be sought. Frightened voices call out, and saviors reign.

Condescending to enable is enough to drive anyone mad.

But! Happiness is a virtue one cannot overcome.

[When will we learn to take turns?]

3. Who is that man in the iron mask? Who is the old man behind the curtain?

Called by true names...

How many different people are we? I look at that in frustration. With strangers I am quiet and shy, but with people I know I have no problem speaking. Simple things embarrass.
5.20.2010

My mind flies a mile a minute, trying to think of something, anything, but it really doesn't work. Maybe I'll pass. Do I read, or not? I'm a bit tired of this. Perhaps it is because everyone tries to be clever, to the point that it is absurd. Just write. No one is judging you. Well, no one is judging you a lot. Not all of us are brilliant writers all the time. I realized that last year, and it is a huge relief. Now if I can just accept my faults and realize my potential, life would be just peachy. Bitter, bitter, bitter.

But bitterness is nice for a change.
I always find it interesting to see what I've written in the past. Sometimes it makes no sense to me now, but I know it made perfect sense when I wrote it. That can be frustrating. Trying to be clever and brilliant is awesome, but when you forget the reason why it is so clever and brilliant, not as much fun.
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i live in shades of gray. there is no extremes. no black as blackest night, white as whitest light. my thought process keeps me working through far too many things, and sometimes it seems like i might destroy myself by thinking too much.

everything can be hazy at times. i know [i think i know] that maybe there is something else to the world, but i like to hide away, and then wonder why things move on. i've moved on, but just not far enough. without time, i can't seem to find anything.
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it's frustrating to try to be happy all the time. it's like the world expects you to have everything turn out okay, and you aren't entitled to feeling sad. it's not like it's self pity. it's just a lack of effort, a lack of individuality that seems to make my blood boil. probably doesn't help that my serotonin is messed up. but hey, it's not all bad. is it?
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i can't seem to get away. but something new might just be the thing.

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