how many more conversations about "good sleeping weather" do I have to have before I die?
I can't leave it alone.
Yesterday went like this:
work
chocolate tasting at christopher norman
dinner with sister in law
improv show at the magnet with sis and bro (his show)
show at the ucb.
You can really cram a lot into just a couple of hours if you've eaten enough free truffles.
I still have a raging nerd hard on from last night. I went to see a live talk show at the ucb, and the guests were patton oswalt and brian posehn and a guy from "Weird New Jersey". So the comedy nerd in me got all worked up, and then they bring out the guy with the slides about haunted houses and scary legends in new york state.
To quote mr. posehn: "my boner has a boner."
And YAY! tavie came! I forget that we're all flesh and blood people who live in the same city. I forget that we are warm with bubbly personalities. One of my favorite moments of the night was before the show started, tavie was eyeing the interview couch saying, "Hmmm. That looks cozy."
29 July 2005
26 July 2005
"I don't read so good, what does this say?"
"Paid."
Actual interaction.
I wish I was at home right now cleaning and purging my room. I am suddenly thrilled at the thought of having my own room, with my own computer and tv.
I'm going to see patton oswalt on thursday. That should be cool, right? It will certainly impress my dad, a huge King of Queens fan.
I wish it was fall all the time.
I've sent my boss one message all day. There is one item on my messagepad from today. blarrrrgh.
dear day, please be over. all the way. amen.
"Paid."
Actual interaction.
I wish I was at home right now cleaning and purging my room. I am suddenly thrilled at the thought of having my own room, with my own computer and tv.
I'm going to see patton oswalt on thursday. That should be cool, right? It will certainly impress my dad, a huge King of Queens fan.
I wish it was fall all the time.
I've sent my boss one message all day. There is one item on my messagepad from today. blarrrrgh.
dear day, please be over. all the way. amen.
25 July 2005
borrowed from sarah
1) When I was a kid, after school I: watched nickelodeon, slept
2) This one time when I was high: I blah blah blarghed.
3) The New Pope: SO FRESH.
4) I fall asleep easily: on the subway
5) I need more: self confidence
6) I need less: time commitments
7) Public toilets are useful for: THE GAYE SEXXE.
8) The United States should change its name to: double-doucheville!
9) My theme song would be: the hokey pokey.
10) Sometimes I think people: are nice. I am wrong.
11) Prescription drugs are: expensive
12) I think about sex whenever: I am waiting in line. (for sex.)
13) The middle finger is most useful for: biting
14) The last time I bought a pair of shoes: I was this many years old.
15) In one month: I'll be moving into a smaller room.
16) For the last time: I am not married to my brother.
17) The last thing I stole: America's HEART!!!!
18) If I won the lotto, the first thing I would buy: red bull and liposuction
19) When in Rome: garvey? what did you do in rome?
20) If only I could get rid of: about 40 pounds
21) Your mom: adorable.
22) When I'm on death row my last meal will be: oh, i don't know. some kind of brie/apples dish. or smoked ham. I can't decide!
23) The last person who talked to me: on my voicemail-justin, in person-my boss.
24) I mostly use the internet: yes, mostly.
25) When I'm President: NO! MORE! HOMEWORK!
26) I most resemble: my paternal grandmother. sigh.
27) The word I say too much is: awesome.
28) Vegas is great for: tired jokes.
29) Michael Jackson: just stop it.
30) The Speed Limit means: The man is trying to hold you down.
31) When I die I want my body: go to the highest bidder. my kidneys are so *hot*.
32) If I could go back in time I'd: kill hitler. FUCKIN A! high five it!
33) The last time I said "this sucks": When I had to unlock the gate carrying a pizza and a six pack.
34) You obviously know me well when: you take my picture and then don't show it to me.
35) Tomorrow I will: perform in a subpar comedy show.
36) I spend too much time: focusing on people who don't love me.
37) The last thing I broke: AMERICA'S HEART!!! (AFTER I STOLE IT.)
1) When I was a kid, after school I: watched nickelodeon, slept
2) This one time when I was high: I blah blah blarghed.
3) The New Pope: SO FRESH.
4) I fall asleep easily: on the subway
5) I need more: self confidence
6) I need less: time commitments
7) Public toilets are useful for: THE GAYE SEXXE.
8) The United States should change its name to: double-doucheville!
9) My theme song would be: the hokey pokey.
10) Sometimes I think people: are nice. I am wrong.
11) Prescription drugs are: expensive
12) I think about sex whenever: I am waiting in line. (for sex.)
13) The middle finger is most useful for: biting
14) The last time I bought a pair of shoes: I was this many years old.
15) In one month: I'll be moving into a smaller room.
16) For the last time: I am not married to my brother.
17) The last thing I stole: America's HEART!!!!
18) If I won the lotto, the first thing I would buy: red bull and liposuction
19) When in Rome: garvey? what did you do in rome?
20) If only I could get rid of: about 40 pounds
21) Your mom: adorable.
22) When I'm on death row my last meal will be: oh, i don't know. some kind of brie/apples dish. or smoked ham. I can't decide!
23) The last person who talked to me: on my voicemail-justin, in person-my boss.
24) I mostly use the internet: yes, mostly.
25) When I'm President: NO! MORE! HOMEWORK!
26) I most resemble: my paternal grandmother. sigh.
27) The word I say too much is: awesome.
28) Vegas is great for: tired jokes.
29) Michael Jackson: just stop it.
30) The Speed Limit means: The man is trying to hold you down.
31) When I die I want my body: go to the highest bidder. my kidneys are so *hot*.
32) If I could go back in time I'd: kill hitler. FUCKIN A! high five it!
33) The last time I said "this sucks": When I had to unlock the gate carrying a pizza and a six pack.
34) You obviously know me well when: you take my picture and then don't show it to me.
35) Tomorrow I will: perform in a subpar comedy show.
36) I spend too much time: focusing on people who don't love me.
37) The last thing I broke: AMERICA'S HEART!!! (AFTER I STOLE IT.)
friendship is rare
I don't get how any of it works. It's confusing. A guy is going to have to club me over the head and drag me back to his apartment in order for me to get it.
"Oh, so i guess he does like me. Also, ow."
So, I'm basically going to hang out until people decide to get obvious.
Ok, there are more than a few wandering eyes here but I'll try to be a little less opaque.
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This is the part where I talk about talking to somebody.
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So whatever. I guess i can chalk it up to friendship, and you probably won't be hearing anything more about it unless you have the key to my other, even superer secreter journal. But does such a thing exist?
I don't get how any of it works. It's confusing. A guy is going to have to club me over the head and drag me back to his apartment in order for me to get it.
"Oh, so i guess he does like me. Also, ow."
So, I'm basically going to hang out until people decide to get obvious.
Ok, there are more than a few wandering eyes here but I'll try to be a little less opaque.
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This is the part where I talk about talking to somebody.
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So whatever. I guess i can chalk it up to friendship, and you probably won't be hearing anything more about it unless you have the key to my other, even superer secreter journal. But does such a thing exist?
21 July 2005
Everything Will Change
It's funny, when you're with someone for so long, none of your stuff is really your stuff. At least, that's how I roll. I don't feel like I have a right to any of it. I don't care much about stuff, because stuff is stuff, it's America and stuff is everywhere and you can always get more new stuff or someone's old stuff or learn to live with less stuff, but it still makes me sad.
One of my friends is giving me his old tv and dvd player, and I'm talking to another friend about buying his computer. I am really lucky to know the people I know. I know good people.
I've got three shows out of the way, and two to go. At least these two will be good. Tonight, Michele and Jen and I are playing at impro-dome (we won last week, so we're going back to defend our "title"), and tomorrow the chixranch has a show. Michele will be there for both. Together, we make gold. I don't even care if other people think we're funny together, I like it. I am totally gay for her. I wish I was actually gay. I'd be so set. I'd make a terrible lesbian.
Also, I'm being interviewed for a "ladies of improv" journal this evening at a restaurant of my choice. I've never been really interviewed before. I get the feeling reading it will be a lot like listening to a recording of my voice. "I don't really sound like that, do I?"
It's funny, when you're with someone for so long, none of your stuff is really your stuff. At least, that's how I roll. I don't feel like I have a right to any of it. I don't care much about stuff, because stuff is stuff, it's America and stuff is everywhere and you can always get more new stuff or someone's old stuff or learn to live with less stuff, but it still makes me sad.
One of my friends is giving me his old tv and dvd player, and I'm talking to another friend about buying his computer. I am really lucky to know the people I know. I know good people.
I've got three shows out of the way, and two to go. At least these two will be good. Tonight, Michele and Jen and I are playing at impro-dome (we won last week, so we're going back to defend our "title"), and tomorrow the chixranch has a show. Michele will be there for both. Together, we make gold. I don't even care if other people think we're funny together, I like it. I am totally gay for her. I wish I was actually gay. I'd be so set. I'd make a terrible lesbian.
Also, I'm being interviewed for a "ladies of improv" journal this evening at a restaurant of my choice. I've never been really interviewed before. I get the feeling reading it will be a lot like listening to a recording of my voice. "I don't really sound like that, do I?"
20 July 2005
19 July 2005
I was looking into getting this book. The point they make over and over is "If he acts like he's not into you, he's not into you. also, act like you're not interested."
This philosophy does not work in my fantasy-based reality.
Now I'm depressed.
Whatever. I'll probably buy it anyway.
This philosophy does not work in my fantasy-based reality.
Now I'm depressed.
Whatever. I'll probably buy it anyway.
17 July 2005
My friendster homepage is all cupcakes, yo.
Why is everybody's birthday in July?
I didn't eat anything for most of yesterday, which is unusual for me. By the time I got around to showering and such I had to leave, and I figured I'd end up at a restaurant eventually. I didn't get to eat until 8ish, and I felt pretty nauseated after. I went to a show at the urging of my friend matt (author of the quote below "mind the gap") and I felt bad leaving almost directly after. Eh well. It was nice to get out and see people.
Why is everybody's birthday in July?
I didn't eat anything for most of yesterday, which is unusual for me. By the time I got around to showering and such I had to leave, and I figured I'd end up at a restaurant eventually. I didn't get to eat until 8ish, and I felt pretty nauseated after. I went to a show at the urging of my friend matt (author of the quote below "mind the gap") and I felt bad leaving almost directly after. Eh well. It was nice to get out and see people.
16 July 2005
Hootenanny
I'm blogging from stefan'sbirthday party. Sexy farm. I'm a little drunkety. I went out with friends right after work, so right now, at 12:01 am I am ready to sleep for a day.
When I was peeing earlier, it was quiet, and then some sweeping orchestral music um, swept? from behind my head, and it was "Istanbul" by tmbg underscoring my ladies room experience. Bathroom boomboxes. Crazy. I acted like I was in a movie for a minute. Then I stopped. This is a fun party.
Yeehaw.
I'm blogging from stefan'sbirthday party. Sexy farm. I'm a little drunkety. I went out with friends right after work, so right now, at 12:01 am I am ready to sleep for a day.
When I was peeing earlier, it was quiet, and then some sweeping orchestral music um, swept? from behind my head, and it was "Istanbul" by tmbg underscoring my ladies room experience. Bathroom boomboxes. Crazy. I acted like I was in a movie for a minute. Then I stopped. This is a fun party.
Yeehaw.
15 July 2005
14 July 2005
Epilogue:
I was cinnamon, and another girl in my group couldn't handle the
powerful cinnamon flavor, so she took it out of her mouth, and I took it from her and ate it.
"thanks. I'm jennie."
"I'm sarah. I just ate something from your mouth."
This is true, and may or may not be the best part of the story.
I was cinnamon, and another girl in my group couldn't handle the
powerful cinnamon flavor, so she took it out of her mouth, and I took it from her and ate it.
"thanks. I'm jennie."
"I'm sarah. I just ate something from your mouth."
This is true, and may or may not be the best part of the story.
and if i don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight!
Late Happy birthdays to loverly Tavie and her Kirstwin. Let's hang out soon.
Today erin is moving to la and then later and more permanently, portland. I don't know how to make a kitten with a frowny face. I'm glad we got to see each other for a little bit before she left. ^.^~
Last night we started the new 29th street ensembles. They picked 16 of us (in true 29th street style, only 11 showed up) and we were separated randomly to play two half hour slots.
Here's how they separated us:
Ensemble committee guy: "In this glass are red lifesavers. half are cinnamon, half are cherry. everybody take one, put it in your mouth, and when you get a sense of what flavor you have, find others with that flavor and that will be your group for the evening."
Sometimes people are so naturally weirdly endearing you just want to hug them with your arms and legs for a whole day.
Late Happy birthdays to loverly Tavie and her Kirstwin. Let's hang out soon.
Today erin is moving to la and then later and more permanently, portland. I don't know how to make a kitten with a frowny face. I'm glad we got to see each other for a little bit before she left. ^.^~
Last night we started the new 29th street ensembles. They picked 16 of us (in true 29th street style, only 11 showed up) and we were separated randomly to play two half hour slots.
Here's how they separated us:
Ensemble committee guy: "In this glass are red lifesavers. half are cinnamon, half are cherry. everybody take one, put it in your mouth, and when you get a sense of what flavor you have, find others with that flavor and that will be your group for the evening."
Sometimes people are so naturally weirdly endearing you just want to hug them with your arms and legs for a whole day.
12 July 2005
Oh, Santa. You're just going to jerk me around, too, aren't you?
Sometimes I write scenes in my head. Sometimes they aren't good for much more than a decent non-sequitur.
Last night I went to bed at 6pm, directly after work, woke up at 10:30, went back to bed around 11:30, slept until 7am.
THE. BEST. EVER.
This morning I got all absorbed in "Cecilia" on the ipod and missed my stop. Whoops. It's a bouncy song.
Oh also, a word of advice: saying something like, "I could give you the greatest apology in the world, but it wouldn't make a difference." Is a total copout. Try, or don't say anything. Any apology with "but" in it isn't an apology at all. If anyone says that to you, you are legally obligated to kick them in the box.
Sometimes I write scenes in my head. Sometimes they aren't good for much more than a decent non-sequitur.
Last night I went to bed at 6pm, directly after work, woke up at 10:30, went back to bed around 11:30, slept until 7am.
THE. BEST. EVER.
This morning I got all absorbed in "Cecilia" on the ipod and missed my stop. Whoops. It's a bouncy song.
Oh also, a word of advice: saying something like, "I could give you the greatest apology in the world, but it wouldn't make a difference." Is a total copout. Try, or don't say anything. Any apology with "but" in it isn't an apology at all. If anyone says that to you, you are legally obligated to kick them in the box.
11 July 2005
Lemme go out . . .
I'm home, back in the bosom of my reception desk with french roast and a luna bar to keep me warm.
The bad news first: my friend's cat jumped out the window yesterday and fell five stories. They think he might be ok, and they don't have to amputate his leg. Poor wolfie. I love that cat. You can roughouse with him, play with him, pet him, pick him up, he doesn't run away. He's a little lover. I don't know what he was thinking. They said he had "high-rise syndrome". There were three other cats in the animal hospital where they brought him that had done the same thing.
Good news now:
My heart was so happy on Saturday. It was a beautiful day, I was happy with my outfit, and it was just so good to be with everybody again. It's been so long since we've all hung out. I say: yay.
My favorite moments from the wedding:
Lisa walking down the aisle whispering, "I'm getting married!"
The male attendants during the sign of peace; the backslappy hugs were loud and earnest.
The long catholic mass. I love it. I'm all for it. Someday my wedding is going to be like that. Screw it, we're having a benediction at mine. We're going to do the passion play. Bring a pillow and something to eat. There will be bagpipes. (I hope to marry a scotsman, to justify the pipes.)
Drinking out of the back of dave's truck. There was something so collegey about it.
After a singalong misstep on the dance floor, lisa said, "Don't blog that!" Like i'm not going to now.
Watching two amazing, funny families who obviously love each other come together like that really warms my heart and gives me hope.
I'm home, back in the bosom of my reception desk with french roast and a luna bar to keep me warm.
The bad news first: my friend's cat jumped out the window yesterday and fell five stories. They think he might be ok, and they don't have to amputate his leg. Poor wolfie. I love that cat. You can roughouse with him, play with him, pet him, pick him up, he doesn't run away. He's a little lover. I don't know what he was thinking. They said he had "high-rise syndrome". There were three other cats in the animal hospital where they brought him that had done the same thing.
Good news now:
My heart was so happy on Saturday. It was a beautiful day, I was happy with my outfit, and it was just so good to be with everybody again. It's been so long since we've all hung out. I say: yay.
My favorite moments from the wedding:
Lisa walking down the aisle whispering, "I'm getting married!"
The male attendants during the sign of peace; the backslappy hugs were loud and earnest.
The long catholic mass. I love it. I'm all for it. Someday my wedding is going to be like that. Screw it, we're having a benediction at mine. We're going to do the passion play. Bring a pillow and something to eat. There will be bagpipes. (I hope to marry a scotsman, to justify the pipes.)
Drinking out of the back of dave's truck. There was something so collegey about it.
After a singalong misstep on the dance floor, lisa said, "Don't blog that!" Like i'm not going to now.
Watching two amazing, funny families who obviously love each other come together like that really warms my heart and gives me hope.
08 July 2005
07 July 2005
Unexpected
Yesterday was the day when all of my friends, and some people I barely knew decided to take me aside and tell me how much they loved me, and how good they think I am on stage. When people do that it feels like they're talking about someone else entirely. It was bizarre and awesome and I hope I handled it well. I don't know why it happened but I rode the train home with a smile on my face. It was embarassing and great and the proper thing to do would be to not talk about it, but it made me feel like maybe I'm doing the right thing here. If I talk about the sad stuff, I should share the happy stuff, too.
The show itself was just meh. A guy from another ny group that I met in providence came to see it. It's always weird when I send somebody an email about a show, and then they show up. And I think, "why are you here, really?"
Yesterday was the day when all of my friends, and some people I barely knew decided to take me aside and tell me how much they loved me, and how good they think I am on stage. When people do that it feels like they're talking about someone else entirely. It was bizarre and awesome and I hope I handled it well. I don't know why it happened but I rode the train home with a smile on my face. It was embarassing and great and the proper thing to do would be to not talk about it, but it made me feel like maybe I'm doing the right thing here. If I talk about the sad stuff, I should share the happy stuff, too.
The show itself was just meh. A guy from another ny group that I met in providence came to see it. It's always weird when I send somebody an email about a show, and then they show up. And I think, "why are you here, really?"
06 July 2005
I feel good
Crampy and weird but pretty good. I have a show tonight, a weird little one-off group of ladies versus gents. Eh. I don't like competition. I'm not a big fan of trash talk. (Except when my honor and that of my ladies is at stake.)
I listened to Mates of State all day yesterday. Actually, I scrolled through all of the songs on my iPod and listened to all of my untitled tracks. They were mostly Mates fo State and a horror mix my friend Ivan made for my brother. It brings me right back to last September. I'd give anything for it to still be last September. And at the same time I wouldn't.
"Say yes to where you are."
Another improv lesson irritatingly applied to life.
Did I tell you I saw Batman Begins again over the weekend?
It was really good. Both times.
Crampy and weird but pretty good. I have a show tonight, a weird little one-off group of ladies versus gents. Eh. I don't like competition. I'm not a big fan of trash talk. (Except when my honor and that of my ladies is at stake.)
I listened to Mates of State all day yesterday. Actually, I scrolled through all of the songs on my iPod and listened to all of my untitled tracks. They were mostly Mates fo State and a horror mix my friend Ivan made for my brother. It brings me right back to last September. I'd give anything for it to still be last September. And at the same time I wouldn't.
"Say yes to where you are."
Another improv lesson irritatingly applied to life.
Did I tell you I saw Batman Begins again over the weekend?
It was really good. Both times.
04 July 2005
Happy independence day
I'm celebrating by spending the day ALONE.
(I'm totally bored.)
I spent the whole weekend, except for a few hours, with family.
Here's a peek into why I am the way I am:
mom: As long as they're not crawling on your face or taking over the city, spiders fine by me.
Also, no shit, I saw this on the plane back. THE episode of the Twilight Zone you shouldn't watch on a plane:
Hilarious.
I'm celebrating by spending the day ALONE.
(I'm totally bored.)
I spent the whole weekend, except for a few hours, with family.
Here's a peek into why I am the way I am:
mom: As long as they're not crawling on your face or taking over the city, spiders fine by me.
Also, no shit, I saw this on the plane back. THE episode of the Twilight Zone you shouldn't watch on a plane:
Hilarious.
01 July 2005
Newsboy caps aren't still in style are they?
I don't know much about fashion but i know what I hate.
I still haven't bought an outfit for the
Big Show. I might tomorrow afternoon. I might wear workpants and the top half of an old tap costume. Cha!
Someone just tried to call my cell phone collect, and it wasn't a wrong number. I'm little freaked out. It's spooky to hear the automated voice saying "we could not connect to" and then some distorted spooky man's voice saying "sarah". I saved it. Creepy.
Don't worry about missing adam on Letterman. It was a five second bit, but I was the punchline of the whole sketch. (the joke was that he's out of shape. ha?) He found out a half hour before he had to be in makeup, so no one really had time to process. the snaps on my and jay's blogs are good enough.
I don't know much about fashion but i know what I hate.
I still haven't bought an outfit for the
Big Show. I might tomorrow afternoon. I might wear workpants and the top half of an old tap costume. Cha!
Someone just tried to call my cell phone collect, and it wasn't a wrong number. I'm little freaked out. It's spooky to hear the automated voice saying "we could not connect to" and then some distorted spooky man's voice saying "sarah". I saved it. Creepy.
Don't worry about missing adam on Letterman. It was a five second bit, but I was the punchline of the whole sketch. (the joke was that he's out of shape. ha?) He found out a half hour before he had to be in makeup, so no one really had time to process. the snaps on my and jay's blogs are good enough.
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