I have Uni High madrigals songs stuck in my head.

On Sunday, Max and Christina (Max's friend from school) and I went to the beach. The Singing Sand Beach. It was a great thing. We played in the water. We built a sand castle whilst discussing the finer points of Neo-Liberalism. We scuffed around and heard the sand squeal beneath our feet. It wasn't very melodic but it was still pretty sweet. I got a bit of a sunburn which, admittedly, I was intending to do. I know that skin cancer exists and that it's a bad thing, but I also like having a bit of a tan. What a predicament.

Annah can't come down and visit when I'm home for a few days. This makes me (and her) a sad pup. Life moves on, I know. But I want to whine about it for a mo'.

Last night, several of us discussed our first kisses. I just found out that the boy who was my first kiss is now married and has a baby girl on the way. WHAT?!? THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME. I mean, it couldn't have been. Because I barely let him touch my boobs and he burped in my mouth after eating a cheeseburger and he said I love you and I replied with "Thanks." So, obvi that couldn't have been me. But still. What if it was/were/was?

I am going to New York tomorrow to play with my mom, who will also be in NY. So that's nice. Except I'm waking up in 5 hours. And I still haven't packed. No surprise there. Hopefully we'll see In the Heights, but I bet everyone and their mom (ha) is going to want to see it now that it's all "the best musical" and other shit like that. Lame. Maybe I'll sit in the front row again and Luis Salgado will wink at me and recognize me again at the flower shop the next night. One can only hope...

my dream last night

we were in greys anatomy (but not as actors-- we were real surgeons) and lisa dixon was our boss and there was someone who had to have open heart surgery so we poked some holes and they squirted out liquid but then they died. but we had to stay busy or lisa would get mad at us. there was some guy doing something and he gave out free food. but i wasn't invited so i was a stowaway with jake szczep. under a blanket. the painful light show was really hurting (it was stinging us like fireworks that hit our skin) so jake and i hid under the blanket. there was someone else there but i don't remember who. then the bus driver dropped everyone off at the camp fire party which was all of a sudden in champaign urbana and i didn't want to go. i wasn't supposed to be there so if i didn't go, i wouldn't get caught. so he let me use his weird phone (it was headphones with some numbers on them) to call my mom but her voice mail was a really long thing about campers who hadn't enrolled yet. turns out i called my own phone. then i called her phone. and then shotzee (my dog) appeared in puppet form. then i got to go home. the bus driver was nice. he was like pete, our landlord.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY!

It all started when Amy posted this on my wall:
I only wish that you and Annah could be here with me so that we could record a terrible video and post it on our blog like we did for your birthday.

Albeit Annah's non-presence, we still accomplished this goal. "From a distanceeeeee." (And, Annah, you're always with us. You're... omnipresent or something.)

So, one awkward-right-at-midnight video coming to you from Somerville and Louisville:



the rest of it goes:
Me: Boston doesn't really know you but if Boston knew you, Boston would like you.
Amy: Okay. I have to go now.

Turns out I make funny faces when talking on the phone and look really confused sometimes. Why is her voice coming out of this little thing? Is she IN the phone?!? Anyways. I'll have to work on that.

Happy birthday, dude!

bloggy blog blog

Tonight I shared a spicy dinner (spicy convo and spicy Thai food -- ooh, BUST!) with Michelle and her bf Tim. There was literally nothing to be nervous about. Except that, like, I basically only know Michelle through her blog. Mostly. I fully anticipated that it would be like when she met Ken Jennings. Or like an awkward first date that was a blind date but you knew the guys name so you looked him up on facebook so not only do you know that he works at a burrito joint but he also likes the Red Hot Chili Peppers. GREAT. Now you have nothing to talk about.

Luckily, we did not have this problem. So, you know, phew.

But THEN there's the issue of blogging about it. What if the event was absolutely life changing and caused a ton of epiphs for you. So, naturally you're gonna go home and blog about it.

But what if it didn't matter to her/you're just a dot on her radar/she'll forget by tomorrow that you even existed. And she doesn't even mention it in her blog.

I mean, you never know... It's not like I'm letting this affect me. Because I'm blogging about it now anyways. BUT WHAT IF??!?!?

Good thing I don't over-analyze things. Ever.

Erm, anyways.

Today Alexander (my 3 1/2 year old) told me all about the tortoises that live on the Galapagos Islands. Except he called them the "dordises dat wiv on de Molappamos Ilan." Apparently there are a lot of them. I told him that Alison (my friend, not their mom) studied on the Galapagos Islands and he told me that I was silly because "she's not a tortoise or a bird or a sea lion or a shark or a iguana or a fish so she didn't live there. Because only those animals live there."

My bad, Alexander. My bad.

[Except I'm actually really awkward because I definitely linked to her journal not once but twice. I should probably get a life.]

Mikko Kivisto, everyone

I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend

Last night, I had a dream that Dr. Graves was murdering people, and so all of the theatre faculty decided to move classes outside of Krannert into tents so that it would be harder for him to murder people since he wouldn't know where to look. As it got worse and worse, Tom Mitchell became the detective, and I think that somehow I was trying to help, but he told me to save myself, and to go live in a tent.

I'm not kidding.

This morning I had pancakes, as it is Sunday (Pancake Day). Then I went to the grocery store. I saw the cutest kid ever, and he was pretty precocious, but I thought it was cute. I guess not everyone did.

CASHIER: (Wrinkles nose, and I grow nervous, thinking it is aimed toward me) I'm NEVER getting pregnant.

BAGGER: You probably ARE pregnant and you just don't KNOW it.


I couldn't find anything I needed there except for the blueberries and nectarines, so I went to the other grocery store. The selection of spinach was disappointing, and I circled and circled that store looking for all the other stuff I needed. Finally I went to the self-checkout and this man next to me who was also trying to do the self-checkout was growing more and more agitated.

SELF-CHECK LADY'S VOICE: Please place your item in the bag.

MAN: I did, lady!

VOICE: Please place your item in the bag.

MAN: We are in a fight!

VOICE: Do you have any coupons?

MAN: Why do you always have to know EVERYTHING?! You're always on my case! (To me) I hope you don't run into anyone else as crazy as me today.


But I understood. I was having troubles of my own. It wouldn't scan my pita bread. My life is so hard. Now I'm re-writing my David Mamet article. He is nuts.

I wish Murphy were here.

Love,
Amy

Summer lovin' in Somerville...

Except not that kind. Not lovin' lovin'. Just, more, I'm in love here. With the city. And the people. And the T. And the live music that was happening outside of J.P. Licks in Davis Square. Even though they didn't want to hire me. Their loss.

I don't think I ever want to leave.* If I could root up select parts (i.e. people) of my CU life, I wouldn't ever have to go back there and I wouldn't ever have to leave here. I love my schedule. And I love love love the kids I'm taking care of. They are the best. Alex listed all the people he loved and I am on that list already. Boo yah.

Tomorrow we're going on vacay. To a beach house. I'm getting all my meals payed for, a place to stay, and extra money. Just to hang out with some awesome kids and chill on the beach. Life is good.

Ahhhhhhhhh!

*except I miss you guys...