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The music screeched and echoed throughout the room as dancers in skin-colored leotards danced in seemingly random movements across the stage, completely out of sync with the harsh music. A large audience filled the room, hoping to witness the cacophony created by the independent usage of two genres of art: music and dance.

I saw the Vagina Monologues a few weeks ago and it was, for the most part, disappointing. Now keep in mind, this isn’t some closed-minded theatre hating fool telling you this. I love theatre and enjoy serious topics as well. However, this play was not all it was cracked up to be.

I guess I should’ve seen it coming, but this play was about….simply….vaginas.

Possibly the greatest playwright to have ever lived, it is devastating (to me, atleast) to think that his works of art were not, well, his. Or that he even existed.
But, I don't buy into the Shakespeare authorship controversy. I simply don't believe it's true. I just don't.
Shakespeare was way too credited for his works during his liftetime.
He was known.

The other day, it was my turn to do an internal monologue. I had been dreading this moment. It was all fine and good to listen to other people, but doing it myself would be a totally different experience! And an experience it was…

I’ve never before been able to see so well from someone else’s viewpoint than when we did the internal monologues in acting class. The procedure is this: a classmate has to get in front of the class and sit in the dreaded chair, then pretend to talk to someone that they need something from. What they “need“ can vary. Also, I should add that I hesitate to use the word “pretend”.

The bottom right hand corner of my computer screen is telling me it is is 12:19 AM. Forty minutes ago I returned from a Sound of Music cast party. Four days ago I returned from Chicago, where I auditioned for Boston University's theatre department - I know you're probably thinking "Why were you in Chicago for Boston University?" It was for Unifieds... really, it's just a theatre thing.

Tonight I ushered at the final performance of "The Most Massive Woman Wins" at the Warehouse Theatre. I'ts about four women waiting at a liposuction clinic, and their personal stories about wight and body image.