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...

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