Come See My Show... Please

Ah existentialism...how I love thee so.  If you have looked at my face in the past week or so, you may have made some comments like these: "Damn, Dominic looks really good", "I routinely get lost in that boy's eyes" or "Wait, why does he have a terribly ugly beard all of the sudden?".  Well, those first two are normal and are expected, but if you have heard yourself thinking that last one, fear not, I have a reason for this atrocious clump of facial hair taking over my chin like an unattractive virus: I'm performing in the Performing Arts Academy's production of Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett!...No? No idea what that is? Well, I guess SOME people missed the "20th Century Absurdist Theatrical Masterpiece" lesson last week!  For those slackers, I will explain the general plot: Two guys...wait for Godot...that's it! I would compare this play to Seinfeld in which nothing concrete happens but instead it focuses on the relationships of four men and the human condition of waiting.  I do not mean to brag (because I have no reason to) but this show is a theatrical masterpiece and should be extra credit to go see (Hint hint Ms. Serensky).  I would really appreciate if some of you guys came to see it, but if you do not then I will...just move on with my life, because nothing really matters in the world of Beckett or AP English for that matter.

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No Day But Today

As the majority of you know, I am a complete loser...wait, no, that's not what I meant at all...what I meant to say was "I am a fan of musicals to the point of embarrassment of my peers and family members". There, much better.  And as a fan of musicals, I have an unhealthy obsession with the Pulitzer Prize winning show, RENT...like more unhealthy than Natalie Portman in Black Swan.  After standing in line for an hour with my dad because we serendipitously stumbled across the opening night of RENT playing at Elon University in North Carolina, I realized that I might not have a problem after all! An obsession with a great work of art or a powerful mantra holds much less "creepy stalker fixation" than say...stalking someone.  RENT, a multiple Tony Award winning show and the ninth-longest running show on Broadway, contains many life-affirmations (and allusions to Pucini's La Boheme) that seem perfectly natural to strive for: "Live each moment as my last", "Measure in love", and "La Vie Boheme".  A break from materialism in favor of love everlasting; I find it hard to believe that someone would argue against that, so is it wrong to have an infatuation with something not commonly accepted, even if underneath the shell of nonconformity a basic truth lies?

I Refuse To Be ... That Guy

If you've ever even been in my vicinity while I was in the middle of one of my signature rants on society (also known as the "what's up with that" talk, I came up with it myself), you've probably heard me say "I don't want to be... that guy."  But who is ...that guy?  Well my fair and faithful fan base (all 8 of you) that guy is a synecdoche (OMG AP ENGLISH) for all of the men who do something stupid or selfish that causes others to look down on them...kinda obvious why I would not want to emulate this persona, but this task always proves surprisingly difficult.  For example, my brother has discovered the blissful freedoms of XBOX Live, an online video-game experience currently unparalleled in the gaming community.  He has used this new freedom to exercise his ability to swear loudly at strangers and repeat nonsensical phrases as if, when the XBOX turns on, he turns into a broken record of Dr. Suess featuring David Mamet. When I first witnessed this, I felt all the familiar symptoms creeping in: Disgust, disbelief, slight loss of appetite...oh no, my brother had become...that guy!  After all I'd worked for, all my sufferings to prevent myself from falling into the dark side, I had lost my brother to the very thing I've been fighting! I'd become ... that guy by accident!  Sometimes avoiding the thing you're scared of the most ends up hurting those around you, has this ever affected any of you?