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Candy canes, Mistletoe. White, soft, gentle snow. Carols, A Christmas tree. A red and green stocking for me. All these and more are what people will say when asked what reminds them of Christmas Day. Not me though. Oh, nonononononono.... Not stockings or mistletoe. All these things may be great But they aren't what reminds me of Christmas Day. I envision spoiled children and their poor tired parents, The bitter cold and the constant straining errands. Loved ones trying to top last year's gi...

I have no part to call my own... The play is over... I have no home... The crowd's applauded... the curtain is drawn... I have no part to call my own... For many months, I had a name, I was someone else... For many months, I had a second family. What's a diva to do???? Now, of course, I find I am lost without a play... without a part... without direction... Without a clue... I have no part to call my own... The costume's hung... Somehow I have to move on... We took our bow... Everyone has go...

It was payneful... Mom and I recently went to see a movie together. Being the ever typical women we are, we were split between "Max Payne" and " the Haunting of Molly Bartley." Max Payne won. In a manner of speaking. First of all, mom and I, for some reason or another, were under the impression that this Max Payne was a comic book character. Secondly, knowing nothing about the story and having to rely only on the previews on the TV, we were under the impression the story ...

Give me a sedative Give me a sedative send me to bed and never wake me up to tell me how you love me Kiss me on my forehead don't kill me before you have to go break me into pieces crush me into ashes Spread me over and over the water sing me a song between the laughter Give me a sedative Never leave me and deceive me keep me thinking I'm the one that never should have come back Give me a sedative Keep me from pounding my head against the wall keep me sober turn me over make sure I'm breathi...

Rocky HorrIBLE show... As an avid theatre go-er and ongoing thespian, I feel a certain obligation to support my fellow thespians and theatre lovers when they themselves are involved with a production. Such was the case last night when I trekked up 23 to 775 N. High Street, commonly known as the Axis Nightclub. Accompanying me was my loving mother, my sister, and her friend Chris. To what show, you may ask, were we going to attend? Center Stage Players annual production of the Rocky Horror Sh...