*saturday, november 3
Is this yellow too bright? I hope not. Uahhh I went to see this all-female production of "Midsummer Night's Dream" tonight with my parents and it rocked so good. The woman who played Puck was SO good and really cute and she was big and had little piggy-buns and sharp movements and was just so perfect. I want to play Puck in a production of that. Or I want to direct plays like my Dad used to, until he realized he couldn't really pay the house with it and it was just something he was doing to pass the time (like narcolepcy).
Anyway, I put a new poem up FINALLY (I realize that Fall one has been there forever...). I wrote it on the subway and hoped people weren't reading over my shoulder. That's the problem with writing on the subway. My subconsious (i kept typing without noticing) tells me "that's the problem with people." Cool. According to some girly magazine I purchased at Bancroft IGA the key to letting your subconcious loose is to write with your left hand because it accesses your right brain which is all subconsious and artsy or something. Well, that's what you get in Bancroft. I wish I were in Bancroft...
~check ya later
