The Most Amazing Play

Another class trip to a play. Yet, this time I'm not only excited to be out of class but also because I am going to see the most amazing play! This play is comedic with a bit of romantic touches here and there. The play is about a group of 5 highschool student, which is awesome because I can relate. You see them at school, and the characters don't appear to be cliche. They have interesting lives, one is addicted to cocaine, the other has financial problems, one has an eating disorder, etc. Interesting enough everyone likes someone, and this is where you see the that is can be considered a romantic comedy. The actors make me laugh; I lean in, anticipating what will happens next. Moreover, The voice is clear and from the back I am able to see every expression. The lighting and sound are great. There are bangs and crashes at intense parts. The lights dim or blackout during transitions. At no point do I feel like falling asleep. As they burst out into a dance, a different background descends. They sing a song, one that is not cheesy or off key. The acting is top-notch and the play is good quality. That is what I call amazing!

A Curse or A Gift?

Imagine receiving a gift that is wrapped in glossy colours, and has a ribbon tied into a bow. You yearn to open it, see what this beautiful gift could hold. You look into the giver's eyes but they give no clues. You tear the paper, and there inside is something you have never imagined to be possible. It's your future laid out before you...do you leap for joy at seeing what the future holds for you? Or do you scream, cover your eyes and beg the giver to take it away? I know what I would do, I'd scream at the curse that was given to me. I would never want to see my future, it would be the worst thing ever! As many times as I have wished to know if I'd end up somewhere, I would never really want to know...for sure. To see into my future would ruin my whole life, because if I liked it then I would be paranoid about everything I did, and if I didn't I'd try to do things to change the path of my life! Also, I'd be depressed and I'd lose my sense of adventure because I would know how it would turn out...boring. Thus, keep your gifts to yourself because I don't want to see into the future! Please curse me not!

A Day in the Life of Me: Age 85

I wake up to the sun shining through my window. I'm on a life-time vacation, as in the rest of my life is a vacation. I slip off my designer pajama's and put on my Lululemon track suit. I head down, to meet my trainer Alejandro for my daily yoga workout. My favourite part is the meditation, after an hour, Alejandro leaves and I head to my clean kitchen for breakfast. Breakfast as in medication, I'm taking about 20 pills a day now, every time I visit my son, who is a doctor he is always perscribing me some more meds. Silly child! After that I make my breakfast (this time the actually thing); I have a fruit bowl, and a croissant with cream cheese.
I'm not really concerned about time as I go to lounge by my pool under the sun. My skin is smothered in sunscreen; I relax and let my tired muscles to be warmed. I go back in to prepare lunch an hour later for my family. My two children, son and daughter, will be bringing their kids over, along with my brother and sister's families. My children have busy lives, son is a doctor and daughter is a famous actress. My grandchildren love me dearly and my mansion of a home. I make a big meal, and I'm filled with joy to see my house filled with my family.
My husband's picture is framed along the entrance, and as I pass it on my way to let out my family, my heart swells for my deceased husband. Being a widow is not fun, so I take prozac.
I head out for my social meetings with my bestfriend, and to do some shopping. I get my chauffer to drive me every where, fore my driving skills have become not so fathomable. After I have to head over to talk to the women about organizing the ball for this year for the club that I am a the head chair of. I return home to relax for a cup of tea with my sister, we catch up and gossip about the people around town.
She tells me that she read the newspaper article about the donation I made to the needed organization at the time. I smile, and the wrinkles around my eyes become much too visible. My sister starts to pressure me into getting botox, and to get surgery to rejuvinate my face. I shake my head, I'm happy just the way I am.
Later that night, after dinner, I head to my library to pick out a new book to read. My library has all the books I have ever owned, I have promised my grandchildren that it can be their's to read after I am gone. Thus, I tuck myself in for a night of reading, glasses on, I read two pages and then fall into a blissful slumber dreaming. I dream of past events, because I have no regrets.