Uri Nation

Annah and I have been enjoying commercials lately. And then there are some bad ones. This is not a bad one. In fact, this is a brilliant one. I was so pleased. (:

Shut up.



No, seriously.

Crap

Hello, eveyone.

I don't know what to do with my life.

Summer internship application deadlines are approaching, and I haven't given serious thought to any of them. Whoops. The truth is that I think I want to go back to Israel this summer (I went over break) and volunteer on a kibbutz or something. You know, for life experience. I just...I want to do theatre as a career, and I'm still just as passionate about it as I was before, but I've seen other parts of the world that I am also now in love with, and I want to be there. And working in a kibbutz might not be the most intellectual activity (I'd probably be cooking and doing laundry and stuff) but I'd be in Israel and I could travel around on weekends and after work for 3 weeks while my room and board was paid for...and I've been looking into other international volunteer opportunities, not just at Israel.

Basically, I love theatre, but I have to know about more than just that. And I need to have more life experiences if I'm going to actually be a writer.

I've been writing some more poems, lately. That's good. I've also ordered "Abs of Steel 2" on VHS off of Amazon for $2.48 because that's an area of my life that I'm dissatisfied with. I think it might be due to the large amount of vanilla soy milk and honey and banana bread that I consume on a regular basis.

So really I just need to dramaturg "In The Blood," and write, and get better abs, and figure out what I'm doing this summer.

In other news, my boyfriend is glorious.

Epiphs

Oh goodness. This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a while. Brilliance.

It reminds me of a joke. From some movie. I'm trying to remember which one. It was a mostly bad movie, if I remember correctly, except for this joke. It had some popular girls in it. They said "like" a lot. Here's the joke:

In some bar, Hydrogen and Oxygen are mixing with each other over some water (ha! my addition to the joke) when Gold walks in. Hydrogen suddenly seems very disgruntled so, to prevent any moodiness, Oxygen calls out, "'ey, you! We don't want your kind here..."

Maybe this is better said aloud. Because writing 'ey you is not quite the same as saying the letters. But maybe it's still brilliant?

I'm still desperately hoping that someone will one day see me wearing my nerdy calculus sweatshirt (make sure you look at the back too) and approach me to tell me how funny it is. Because my theory is: if someone is smart enough to get the sweatshirt AND bold enough to approach me about it, I should pretty much do them, right? We'll see how this goes. If it's like... an old dude or something, the deal's off. On verra...

Oh yeah, also I'm not an acting major anymore.

"Special Skills: Ukulele, Knitting, Can look pregnant"

We left off with our protagonist, Kinzie, a not-very-sober gal, walking by the full length mirror in her room...

I walked by the mirror, glanced at myself, and continued on to my bed. Almost contently asleep, I opened my eyes with a realization. "I'm pregnant!" "liek omg lols, I'M PREGNANT." I promptly got back out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. Sure enough, I was pregnant. No doubt about it, there was a baby in my belly. I stood sideways in the mirror. Yep. Still pregnant. Retrospectively, the weirdest thing about this situation was that I wasn't freaked out. I wasn't concerned about my future, any potential side effects, let alone the concern of how I got pregnant in the first place. Nope, I was just pregnant. All right!

So the next thing I did was try on all my clothes. Almost all of them. I might have missed a shirt or two. And I distinctly remember being in awe of the fact that all my clothes still fit. How versatile, I thought! Then I decided that being up so early and not sleeping much was not good for the baby. So I layed down in my bed, on my back with my belly protruding into the air.

"Oops, this is not good for the baby." Apparently I was in a bad position. So I gathered up all my pillows [note: I have a lot of pillows. A lot. As in, two body pillows, several Moshis, and a few weird bean-filled things... A lot.], and I surrounded myself with them. I lifted my belly and placed it delicately on the Moshi immediately to the right of me. "Good, this is good for the baby." I fell asleep.

I was, to say the least, very confused about the mound of pillows when I woke up. But then I remembered. "Oh yeah, I was pregnant."

First post of '08

Man. We're lame. I'm gonna work on posting more, I promise. I probably will once I have actual work to do. Not that I don't now, but ... I'm not doing it either? Meh.

Also, I'm gonna finish my Ode. Soon. But first...



This is not true anymore. I'm lame and tried it. But surriously, folks, what's the deal with that? How many people (apart from Marty/Ben who could totally conceivably die in a blogging accident) could possibly die while typing on a computer? Electrocution? Too many thoughts? Explosion of the brain? I'm baffled.