Monday, March 23, 2015

Back to Basics

Hello there!  Sorry I have not written in a while. I know it must have been traumatic , as I know you all hang on my every word for dear life and are completely riveted to each post :D

Okay, Okay.  I'm kidding. But I'm still grateful to those who read! Thank you very much!

AAAAAANYWAY, life has been pretty mundane lately.  School, swimming, watching TV and the like. However, there are still some things that happen now and then that keep me from a one way ticket to snoresville.

For one, I recently went to play at SF Playhouse called Stupid _____ Bird.  I say _____ because the name was more than a little profane.  And, not surprisingly, so was the play. Stupid _____ Bird is a sort of half parody, half alternative viewpoint to the play "The Seagull"  by Chekhov.
Bascially, and I say basic in the most BASICALLY BASIC FORM POSSIBLE what happens in the play is this.

*inhales*

This guy is really obsessed with this girl and he is also a really crazy playwrite.  However, the girl he likes is in love with this playboy writer.  Meanwhile, a really depressed girl is in love with the crazy playwrite, but a really nice guy is inlove with her. The crazy playwrite tries to get the girl to stop loving this writer, and goes screwball nuts in the process. He tries to kill himself, but fails. CUT TO 4 YEARS LATER: The Playwrite is still crazy.  The girl he loves ran away with the writer, but then her kid got killed and SHE went nuts. The depressed girl gave up and married the really nice guy.  Some old guy died and then the playwrite found that finally the girl will never love him and kills himself for real.

*gasps for breath and collapses*

Now, if for SOME REASON you would want an explanation that isn't completely confusing and uninformative, here is a helpful link on the play :D

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Seagull?scrlybrkr

Also, if you are of noble heart, and just to be on the safe side, 12 or over, feel free to research the show I went to at SF playhouse.

Thanks for reading,
Liv

P.S. And no, I didn't write this a product placement or advertising.  I went on my own free will to the show, so calm down before you sue SF playhouse or the president, or my parents, or call the police.... Jeez.