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How many things do you really, truly love?  Don’t count people…then I can’t compete.  I’m talking about things…places…landmarks.

I love the Totem Pole Playhouse.  For the past 15-ish years my parents and I have gone to Chambersburg, Pennsylvania and have, each and every year, gone to the Totem Pole Playhouse just up the road.  We go and we have an experience that is truly unique.  The productions at Totem Pole are some of the best local/regional theatre you will ever see.  Hidden in the middle of a forest the theatre means something so special to those who frequent it.  When you walk inside you feel like you’re a part of a club, even if you never actually speak to your fellow members.

There is not too much in Central Pennsylvania besides farms, motorcycles, and more farms.  I’m not dismissing those things, but what this area of PA has that makes it special and needs to keep it going is the community love that can only happen with a place like Totem Pole.

Please donate to the fund to save Totem Pole Playhouse.  You’ll be helping individuals, a community, a region, and hey, you’ll be giving me some future memories.

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Where did you go?

Why did you forget about me, leaving me to wax the all alone poetic in the darkness of loneliness which forbids friendship?  Give a shit about me?  You didn’t even try.  I’ll say it’s your fault and I don’t care if I’m right because eventually I’ll get up before my ass splits from putting sitting in two chairs at once.

I’m sitting on a white sofa with a sore knee that I refuse to fix.  My birth control alarm is going off…won’t stop or even try to stop ringing and I know I should take my pill and I know I will because things always happen.  I just don’t feel like getting up right now.  Because I don’t feel like doing much of anything these days except for thinking about how I would have done things differently.  Scoff, laugh, and judge…stop, drop, and roll…all you want. 

Not living up to ones potential is incredibly time consuming, especially when I’m fully aware of what I should be doing.  When you do what you would rather be doing it’s effortless and time moves softly, like sheets and cotton and baby feet.  When you stop; resist; it’s like pushing through a room of honey walls.  I am exhausted from working through the mental torment of stopping when I should be running and thrusting backwards when I should be leaping forward.

Sitting sipping scotch never feels as good as pouring beer over your head, inhaling up each drop like it’s the last you’ll ever taste.

…the blog is back, bitches……………………..

I have a new black notebook.  With this new notebook arrived new ideas for things to write.  As my old dark brown notebook started to tear and fall apart, so did my motivation to write or when I did finally write, stick with it for more than 20 lines.  It’s so odd how motivation and creativity can dwindle at the same rate as an inatimate object and become reborn at the arrival of a new object.  Does this mean that my “creativity” solely rests on the presence of pretty things rather than talent?  Or am I inspired by change and new beginnings?  I’m not sure and frankly I don’t really want to pick one.  As an arts and science gal I reserve the right to never have to come to one solid conclusion.

Now that I have this new notebook I am writing down EVERYTHING.  You just said something hilarious/asinine/offensive?  Slip on a banana peel in my presence?  Inappropriately grab at a girl when her boyfriend is millimeters away? It’s going in the black notebook, and if I remember I will give you a co-author credit.

Are millimeters far?  I don’t know…I’m an American.  Making a note to look that up later.

 

my new notebook from the paper source

Jacquelyn Wheeler (http://justjacq.wordpress.com/), a good friend from TCNJ, and I are embarking into a nerdy yet slightly awesome (if you’re a literary/writing nerd) endeavor.  We will be co-writing a story via our blogs.  As we each write a section of the story (maximum 5 pages per post, no minimum), we will add them to the “A Saucy Title” page that we have each added on our blogs.  We’re using “A Saucy Title” until we can think of something else…though we both kind of like it.  Hopefully this method will make it easy for you all to keep up and enjoy without having to go back and forth from blog to blog.  Jacquelyn has begun the story and once I write my section, hopefully in the next day or so, I will begin posting.

 

 

           

I have a Masters degree in English and am trying to figure out what that means. In the meantime I find the best distractions from all of life’s messy situations are travel/the joy of planning trips, cooking, practicing yoga and meditation, attempting to watch Real Housewives of New Jersey without anyone knowing, and trying to figure out what the hell to write on this blog (did I mention my boyfriend is making me do this?).  As an ode to the man who set this page up for me, the unofficial title of this blog will be, “Scott Made Me Do It”.