The picture here is of me (Steven) eating a free donut, homer-style, during intermission at the Poetry Slam this evening. (The donut almost matched but I like the cream in the middle too much to let the inside be hollow.) The event consisted of a slew of extraneous performers representing various cliques in the school. Many lines of propriety were crossed and then crossed again with copious cursing and heavily opinionated pieces on touchy themes. One guy even wrote a poem ridiculing the common poetry themes of self-pity, hatred and mushy love that people often spoke about (which pissed off a majority of the [teenage angst] audience--considering it was a crowd of mostly writers who wrote like that--very amusing)! My partner in crime (Oren) hysterically, was roped into being a judge for the Slam Contest and suffered while sitting in the special marked "judges section" deciding on his favorite Slam piece. But by the end of the competition some acts weren’t poetry at all, but more like Stand-up Comedy, like when one guy broke down Rebecca Black’s song “Friday” line-by-line or when one girl ranted with her hilarious poem (written 10 minutes before) called "Shit That Pisses Me Off." The first item on the list was our loud obnoxious laughter and applause (ironic yet witty).Throughout the night I was emotionally enthralled and extremely entertained, but by the end I was slightly disappointed that I hadn't gone as much as I used to (when I had performed my writing more). I believe there is one more event this year and I anticipate attending again. Soaked up roughly 85 MangoUnits of Fun (out of 100 MangoUnits).
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