Sitting on the couch

So, I'm in Louisville. Work is going ok. The people at the theatre think I'm really strange, so I guess I'll have to stop talking. Or something. I'm not over exaggerating. But maybe I really do need to tone it down. For instance, we were talking about presidents, and I said that I own a small bust of George Washington, and then everyone pretty much cleared out of the meeting. I didn't think it was that weird, but I was watching this episode of Will and Grace this morning while eating pancakes (at least I'll always have pancakes) in which Grace was on a date with this man who just threw weird stuff like that out there, and I felt uncomfortable even though it was TV. So maybe that's what I do to people.

If it weren't for Adam and Damir, I'd be S.O.L. as far as people who like doing stuff that I do, such as sitting at this bar in the middle of a neighborhood called Germantown. All the time.

And I've had a lot of epiphs about what it is that I want to do with theatre. And about why I'm not a playwright yet.

And I've always wanted to go somewhere new and do something I was interested in, and be on my own but still have a couple of peeps to hang out with, so that is what this summer is. I can't wait to see you guys in the fall.

Love,
Me

I think if I were in high school again, I would have loved tonight. Like, love loved. I spent tonight hanging out with four gay boys who quote musical theatre and talk about who made out with whom and OMG I LOVE hannah montana.

I might die.

I'm kidding, of course. I will survive this summer and my living situation. But maybe just barely. There are only so many jazz hands I can handle.

In other news, I am going to New York Cityyyy tomorrow. So that's nice. I'm visiting Hillary for a few hours, sleeping, eating lunch with her in the building where they filmed Sex and the City* (which is also where she works), and coming back home. But for 30 bucks, that's fine. And it will be great to see her once more before she runs off to ... somewhere.

Plus, I got a job. A weekend nanny job. Now I just need something during the week to occupy myself. Because my friends are all working M-F 9-5 jobs and I will be lonely. And I'll go stir crazy. But at least I'll have some sweet dough.

*Maybe I'll be in the same elevator as SJP was in. OMGZ LOL!!1!!!111!!!!eleven!!1

Addendum:

Hen may refer to:
* Hen, a female bird, a female of any member of the bird family, including species of poultry, duck, fowl, ostrich or emu.
* Hen, specifically a female adult chicken
* Hen, a female octopus or lobster
* Hen (slang), a woman
* Hen, Buskerud in Ringerike municipality, Buskerud, Norway
* Hen, Møre og Romsdal in Rauma municipality, Møre og Romsdal, Norway
* Hen (manga), a manga created by Hiroya Oku
* H.E.N; or Homebrew Enabler; a community mod for PSP
* Hendon railway station, England; National Rail station code HEN

Who knew?

(Thanks, Mr. Wiki.)

craigslist = sketchy...

... and really really good.

The thing is, I may or may not have posted a "missed connections" on craigslist last night. Er, two nights ago. That's what I meant.

Nothing has come of it, but it would have been nice if it did. Because I met this manboyman named Ben when I was an hour early for my nanny interview. And we walked around for an hour and went into Whole Foods and a CVS and it was vaguely magical (I know, I know... But it was! Or something... Connected?). Anyways, as soon as he walked away, I regretted not giving him my phone number. Not even for anything, just to... continue talking. I mean, if more happened, I wouldn't push it away. Obvi. But that's all I wanted was a continued conversation. Right.

Aaaaanyways, I figured nothing would happen, and nothing did but I can't help but feeling a tidge disappointed. A connection's a connection, no matter how small. (Anyone?) It would have been a neat thing. But that's what Boston is about for me. Meeting new people, making connections, having experiences. So it's fine. In the name of adventure and new experiences and self discovery whilst in a new city and not near my family.

In other news, my mom is facebook friends with:
([female adult chicken]+[male human offspring])+[things that unlock doors].
Gross.

And here's an impression of his wall-to-wall with our fave
[letter before k in both the alphabet and on the keyboard]+[abbrev. for gastro-oesophageal reflux disease]+[s]:

"i'm really great"
"oh, i'm really great too"
"oh, great"
"hamlet?"
"oh, okay. hamlet."
"oh, me too!"
"wow. you're really great."
"so are you."
"oh, thanks."
"yeah, just stay skinny."
"oh yeah, you too."
"let's go to the gym and pump some iron!"
"kthxbye."

I'm gonna go stand over there now...

I have ALSO arrived

Even though I got here a month ago.

I really love working at Steppenwolf. And on Monday I am going to play softball in the Chicago Theatre Softball League. I will lead the Steppenwolf team to victory. Apparently Lookingglass is the only team that they have ever beat. I fully intend to change that.

I don't really like living in Deerf. It is just too far from everything.

I'm kinda sweaty.

I share a desk with 2 people who go/went to Harvard.

I wrote five times in a row on Amy's wall. And she didn't respond in between. Not even once.

That is all.

Fancy meeting you here...

Oh, hello. I, too, have arrived. It's pretty splendid here, in Boston. Actually Somerville but Max keeps arguing that it's all part of Boston. I am planning on biking around intensely tomorrow to discover where things are, and then talking to people about getting a job. So yes.

Love love.