Good Evening. My name is Simon Kornblith. I am here today to enlighten you with an experience I will simply call "Austin." Once upon an evening ago, I was sitting by my lonely self in the school I attend, watching the play. The Play, Fiddler on the Roof, was about Jews! They are my favorite people, since I am named Simon, and I rather enjoyed it. But what made it better, was half an hour into the movie. This fellow arrived. He went by the name "Austin," a name I would learn to admire and adore for ages to come.
Even the very first time I laid eyes on him, I thought to myself, "This kid is too good to be true!" But he was that hot, and MORE, I would later find out. I can remember his first charming words like it was just yesterday. "Hi," he said. "I'm Austin." That he was! That he was, and so much more.
The play itself was excellent by my standards. The acting was top-notch, the backgrounds were of deliciously fantastic detail, and the songs were so unbelievably good. It touched me to hear my native theme song, "Mozoltov." Fantastic Austin also quite liked it, of which I am glad, for he kept singing the refrain during random parts of the play later, increasing its quality at least 442 percent.
Sadly, the play eventually ended. While I stood up and applauded as I most frequently do to many things, I was also in a way, clapping for Austin and his greatness. What a good human being, if not the best I ever knew. I departed, desperately wanting him to hug me, but alas, all I got was a handshake. But what can you expect from such an outstanding individual? I will miss him and the witty comments he made during the entire drama, and the only thing keeping me living is the hope that one day, I will see him again.
-Simon, the True Author Of this blog
Posted by Simon at April 21, 2004 10:11 PM