Bro Girl Monologue

She swears she 's over him, but there will always be a part of her that trusts you will come back. Maybe in five months, a decade later, or in another universe from now; when the both of you are wiser, suffered different heartbreaks, and dream different dreams. We will come together again. We 'll end up meeting at a local downtown coffee shop; maybe you 'll notice that my hair is shorter, my laugh is a bit lower pitched, and my clothes have lost colour. Your eyes may be dimmer, your face may be wrinkled, but your hands, the touch I 've been trying to mask with other people all this time, will feel the same, and it will hit me in the same way my dark black coffee hits me.

Chillin ' with a hair tie, No makeup, with some sweatpants on You know I can always be that guy You can think about me all night long But I think you need something to think of me Something that will keep you warm And show you we can be more than just this So, baby, if you are not ready for my kiss Then you can wear my sweatshirt And you can tell your friends We 'll be together 'til the end Girl, you can wear my sweatshirt 'Cause you 're the only one I hold And I don 't want you to be cold So, baby, wear my... When you go to sleep at night, When you wake up in the morning And when you walk the halls See, girl, you know you wanna flaunt it Said this may be the start of something new Girl, I 'm gonna tell you exactly what I wanna do...

The Carroll Players performed the American play, Fat Pig, by playwright Neil LaBute, at Carroll University’s Otteson Studio Theatre, on Saturday, October 24, 2015. Two performances were scheduled (2:00 PM and 7:00 PM), and I attended the earlier show. The simple romantic relationship plot of “boy-meets-girl and they fall in love” cleverly twisted into comedic satire, as “the girl” is a pretty, plus-size librarian and “the boy” is a handsome, physically-fit professional man living in a big city. The play’s director, Ryan Albrechtson, theatre arts major senior, captured the plot’s irony. Fat Pig was inspired, to some extent, by LaBute’s experimentation with the Atkins low carb diet and weight loss plan...losing approximately 60-pounds to

Then all of us call her and she appeared then we went out of six flags. We got back together we were together we were happy. Although we were ending all the fun,we got to see the beautiful fireworks. My uncle Quejo went to go get the car.

It 's been days that I 've been feeling like I 'm not myself. Although I think

She kept in touch with how I was doing after graduation

Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Little Nothing, that’s me. That’s my name. It’s strange almost. The other kids at school bully me for having a name like Little Nothing, they say I got my name from the Gods to tell me that I’m worthless. My parents tell me that I got my name from being so small and skinny, I don’t believe them. I think the kids at school are right. They don’t ever seem to have a problem reminding me that I’m not worth their time. If I’m not worth their time? Why do they keep making fun of my name?

I don’t mean to inflict false hope into that beautiful mind of hers, but I’m terrified. I am terrified for her safety, because I know I will leave this world with her following closely behind. And it’s not fair, because I am the one who promised her safety. I am the one she put her trust into; her affection. And I will never be able to provide what she needs the most.

Aimel, you can 't do this to me. Remember your promise, you said you 'll marry me, we were supposed to have lots of children, you said we would grow old together. You can 't back out of these promises. You have to fulfill them. You can 't leave me.

Then you see it, or her. The cheer captain. The "most perfect girl in school". You are either one of two things at this age: the guy wanting to be her boyfriend or the girl wanting to be her.

During high school, we were always with each other at lunch, before school and after school now things have changed a little since she joined the Air force, but we have remained close friends texting,

“You got to think Ponyboy” is one of my favorites quotes to say after my parents died. I have two jobs and also to watch out for Ponyboy and Sodapop not to go to a boys home. I am the oldest of the greasers. I slapped Ponyboy to tell him to never be late again. Also I slapped him because I can not call the police because they will put Soda and him in a boys home and they would never see me again.

Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.

Kaze... baby... :( I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry... For leaving you without saying any words, for worrying you... for... for everything. It's just that a lot happened to me.