all the world's a stage,

and all the men and women merely players:

they have their exits and their entrances;

and one man in his time plays many parts,

his acts being seven ages. at first the infant,

mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

and then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

and shining morning face, creeping like snail

unwillingly to school. and then the lover,

sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

made to his mistress' eyebrow. then a soldier,

full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

seeking the bubble reputation

even in the cannon's mouth. and then the justice,

in fair round belly with good capon lined,

with eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

full of wise saws and modern instances;

and so he plays his part. the sixth age shifts

into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

with spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

turning again toward childish treble, pipes

and whistles in his sound. last scene of all,

that ends this strange eventful history,

is second childishness and mere oblivion,

sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

so this is the last time you're going to hear from me in a while. tomorrow night marks the second to last day of skeleton crew for galileo, then sunday i start teching the show. i'm there from ten am. until about one am on sunday. the nice thing is that both my nine o'clock and my eleven o'clock classes are canceled, because of tech rehearsals...excellent. so my friends, please drop me a line, send me an instant message, perhaps a voice mail, a letter, a text message, or even a comment on my blog here. anything really, because though i love the line of work i am in, and my major, and the fact that i'm working on two mainstage shows in a row, i will still want the kind of reassurance that comes with a note (of sorts) from friends. to my friends from home, i'm not sure how many of you read this, and i don't talk to you often, but i'll say this. i miss you with all of my heart. good night.

so here we are again, writing about the week. not much has happened, just been hanging out. this weekend begins my two weeks in hell, followed by a week of rest, then another two weeks in hell. it's going to be absolutely insane. i load in the life of galileo from nine in the morning until midnight on today and sunday. good times. i just got back from seeing team america: world police. that movie is amazing... i can't even describe it. marionettes are possibly the funniest things that can be in a movie. so that's that... if you like puppet sex, you should check out this movie. i'm going to bed the earliest i have since i got to school, so as to be ready for my massive amounts of work in the morning. i miss you all, and perhaps we'll see each other soon.

so, once again, we get into the not posting for a week or so. but this time, it was due to my computer not wanting to get on the internet. as a matter of fact, it was about my internet security system not wanting me to be on the internet, so i told that fucker off, and got a new one. that's what you need to do, you can't take shit from your software, you need to tell it who's boss. anyway, not too much exciting is going on here. i went over to sarah's boyfriend's house last night and watched lori and ashleigh get drunk, and then i drove them back. it was actually a good time. a bunch of us sat around and played some cards. joannah and i are going to see a play at playhouse in the park. i'm excited to experience some sulture again, i haven't had much of that in a while. i went to the mall the other day to critique the lighting in four of the stores and in the common areas. that was exciting. well, i need to go and figure out how the hell we're getting to the playhouse this afternoon. so keep it real kids. adios and goodbye