Rather than rant about shakespeare, being that my girlfriend basically talked me into the dirt about him...  Yes I grudgingly admit that he is a good writer on some level....I just personally hate him.  On a funnier note, there were some things I noticed about last night's play that deserve mention here...

There's this kid, let's just refer to him as 'the suck' whom was in the play.  Apparently the kid went to the Keith Backhaus school of singing, because this guy just couldn't hit a note.  I mean, at least I attest to being utterly without tone and key.  This kid was all over the place.  Later on I would find out that his other nickname is 'holocaust feet.'  Apparently this kid's feet smell so bad that they can actually burn out your retinas from a good five paces.  Then I thought to my self paces....PACES?  What kind of a word is that?  What the hell is a pace?!??!!  Did someone mispronounce mexican coinage?  What idiot decided there should be a word for the most indefinite measurement ever?  'Uhh about twelve paces boss.'  Being that EVERYONE is of a different height, and walks slightly differently from everyone else in the world, you'd think this kind of measurement is outdated.  The only place that 'pace' should ever be used in language ever is within the phrase 'pace picante sauce.'  But then I got to thinking...pace....feet....holocaust feet.....  I CAN NEVER EAT SALSA AGAIN!  SOME ASSHOLE WITH SMELLY FEET HAS BARRED ME FROM A PARTICULAR KIND OF FOOD FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!  FROM NOW ON I WILL EQUATE TASTY MEXICAN FOOD WITH SOME FAT MAN"S FEET!

*Ahem*  I think that's enough for now, but I'm going to post something up about this girl I hit in the head with a hackysack....who's name happens to be xena....yeah i'm not joking.....xena......IIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYI