the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

walking the plank

Last night Michele and I got together to write some stuff for our show on Thursday. We really shouldn't do that at a bar. Ooof. Urp. The bar bought us a drink, and a businessman bought us another one, and then told us his life story. Funny, it was not.

Thursday is kind of a big deal for me. I have a meeting at a company that deals in funny that I don't believe is actually happening so I am not really going to talk about it, then I coach a group of newbies for three hours, and then host the first new team battle show. It's a day of new and scary and jumping in and I don't know if I'm ready and how did I get into this and I'm hoping I don't die. I can NOT go out tonight. Don't let me. What am I going to wear?

I think, you know, maybe, I might be ready for some good news. Some nicenice. A little whatever. I don't know what I'm talking about, either.

Go see my Kevin in this movie, I saw a preview for it before X-men 3! And then go see my Rachel in
this one! I haven't seen a preview for it yet but she is very funny in it! Yaaaay!

area woman requests good vibes, prayers

cornering the market on dark and blurry since 1865

I don't believe in flash. Sorry.
We played capture the flag in prospect park as well, but i got no shots of that. Also, I need to train for that stuff. Me no runny.
This was one of my favorite parties of all time. I gotta go lie down.

Jeff and Rachel

sturt singing

ryan making karaoke out of his computer, his tv, an amp, a borrowed microphone, lizard's bane and the locks of a red-haired wench.

Party people in the house

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLATVIA!

thanks for sticking it in me

Last night I had another good rehearsal with Matt. We did a really nice really, fun 12 minute scene. We are getting there. It's nice and pressure-free. We're friends, we respect each other, I hope it shows.

I'm going to see x3 tonight. I am looking forward to it muchly. I have to take pictures this weekend. I get so shy about it. I like things and corners of things and shadows on things and my friends' beautiful faces. I have to just do it.


ya-da-da-da-dadada-HEY! We should do it again*.


(*No one stuck anything anywhere, it's just a really catchy tune.)

I feel positively, top of the world, wings of a butterfly, smile-for-no-reason orgasmic right now. Wassatabout?

me: yesyes. ahh the salad days.
Chris: Mmm, salad!
Hey, what's the best fat-free ranch? I did have some Hidden Valley and it was not the best taste explosion. Today I bought Kraft. I wish one of those lesbians made some good fat-free ranch.
I think it's just great that when I want a flavor, I think of the phrase "Fat-free ranch."
Why are those words together?
Why is gerbil a verb?
me: it's not
YOU're a verb!
you could make your own dam ass racnh
with extra schneider flavor
you take the fat free sour cream and the packet with the seasonings
and the two ingredients make a kind of love
and you eat the baby it makes
Sent at 10:53 AM on Wednesday

Chris: I've finished my calculations to determine how much of the time Sarah is high. Here is the answer: "All."
me: i am loling!
at nothing!

I broke it!

I am still figuring out the lastfm thing, sorry if the page looks weird and takes forever to load.

Also, a friend of mine almost convinced me to shave my head. He said when you shave it all off your scalp becomes "really sensitive, like a huge fingertip, and people want to touch it, and you want people to touch it." I seriously had a moment where I thought shaving off my hair was a Good Idea.

Ok, sure.

I get the feeling I just did this. Did I? I am always repeating myself. Whatevs. Let's get to know each other.


Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. admin ass
2. pharmacy tech
3. exam proctor at Columbia
4. box office

Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. 28 Days Later
2. 12 monkeys
3. To Kill a Mockingbird
4. The 13th Warrior
(I like numbers movies? Hhhhweird.)

Four places I have lived:
1. Buffalo, NY
2. Cheektowaga, NY
3. Queens, NY
4. One subway stop away from #3

Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Mythbusters
2. Ghost Hunters
3. ATHF
4. The Office

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Dublin
2. Glasgow
3. London
4. Edinburgh

Four websites I visit daily:
1. improvresourecenter.com
2. thepit-nyc.com/forum/
3. google.com/reader
4. myspace (:/)

Four of my favorite foods:
1. dam ass steak (filet mingnon)
2. mighty taco
3. key lime yogurt
4. brie

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Scotland
2. My mom's couch, eating a fudgesicle with miki and quinn
3. Around a campfire
4. At a pub with you alls

Four friends who I've tagged that I think will respond:
I also hereby tag everyone in the world.

awesome and sweet (with a little salt for balance)

My house ensemble has been given a permanent, non-rotating spot at 8 on wednesdays, which is an awesome and wonderful surprise, a great slot that always sells out, opening for one of the best groups in the city. It's very cool. Two of the other groups were split up and reshuffled in with new people, and I am so relieved we were kept together. I can honestly say, we're pretty good. We all had to get together over the weekend (10am on Sunday. ouch. We called it "the Church of Yes And") and play a little so the board could see us working together, and they mixed everyone up into groups. So when one group was called in with two members of Fancy Dragon and some new people, and I got tears in my eyes. Because I am that ghey for us. The part where I have to kind of temper my joy is that that some really good people were not brought back. It happens. The good thing is, knowing them, they are good and strong enough to keep it going in other places. Also, I'll be missing or leaving my friend's show early all the time, which sucks pretty bad. I think I might have to take an occasional sick night.

I did not bring a lunch.
I have been doing an excellent job of keeping at bay both a crush and a cold.
I have "Since U've Been Gone" stuck in my head.
The Kidz Bop version.

Hot Lips Calico

Overall, I'm not a cat lover. Seriously. Just, you know, certain ones.

Quality Control

I like Jurassic 5.
I like job security.
I like souvlaki.
I like parties.
I still believe in the power of the mix cd.
I like this pink shirt I've got on and dudes.
Honestly, I like so many things I can't even list them here.

I don't feel like blogging right now.

cold sweats

I got pretty violently ill on the subway this morning. It reminded me of the kind of sick I got in Chapel Hill, but without the severe stomach-emptying. A friend of mine suggested low blood sugar, and a lot of things that I've been going through the past year started making sense. I will see a doctor. No worries from your sweetbabyheads. This is more annoying than scary.

I take it back!
Please talk to me on the gmails! Please. oh, please.
So bored.
Is there weather outside?
Can I have a window please?
Do things happen when you don't pay attention?
Are you talking to someone else, too?
If I cried would you give me something?
Do we like each other?
If you played "golden slumber" backward, would you love it forwards as much as I do?
Is caramel one word?
Does the sun rotate around the earth or can I have a popsicle?
___both___stop it
Please check one.

Gabby has a great blog.

Edit- also, I cleaned up my links and figured out why Lisa's wasn't showing up. (silly little >) Hooray!

My guilty conscience reads How to be Good.

I am going to buy a book. Probably a Nick Hornby something, because I promised myself I would after seeing him speak at UNC. I felt really bad going to his talkback having not read anything he wrote. Also, it was in this little fireside chat-type room, and we came straight from the airport and made a clamor.

Ever notice: everything is so much more serious at night? It really is. I do most of my stressing out after 11pm. The dawn would be a welcome relief, if I had actually gotten any sleep the night before.

My schedule is filling up, but this week (one light rehearsal tomorrow, one on sunday.) has been amazing so far. This is the longest non-vacation break I've had since I moved here. I! FEEL! BETTER!

(Live: Does anybody cakenut cakenuts?!? (Wild applause))

My friends are writing songs about donuts for reasons I can't explain and it makes me giggle.


I'm starting to get better at the whole cooking thing. A few botched pieces of chicken, one tofu chocolate cheesefake (oof. bad idea jeans.) and I turned myself off of cooking altogether. I can make a side dish or two, but I generally fear anything that requires more than two ingredients. And when I do, I generally need 1000 reassurances that it isn't awful. Well, I can now power out a dish or two, a pretty decent salad dressing and I am intersted more in cooking actual meat dishes. I am ready to give it a shot.
Also, I'll give you thing I thought Amy made up but is actually a weight watchers recipe so it tastes like sin but it's really like a delicious light nothingness of good.
Take cool whip, put it on a graham cracker, put another graham cracker on top of it and put it in your dam ass freezer and then eat it when you want it and it's like an ice cream sandwich for your mouth that you can eat. They make chocolate graham crackers, just for me, but you can have some.

This therefore that

I picked up a collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories because I was in the mood for something short or light, but not short and light. I have to say, I am really enjoying myself.
I drank a few Guiness Extra Stouts last night because I wanted to. They were fantastic.
I wore a cream colored hoodie with a chickie on it to work because I just found it. It makes my boobs look itty bitty.
I am going back to the gym after my UK-induced hiatus, because my body has been beggng me to and also they took my membership fees out of my account anyway.
I am hibernating now, with a sort of blue-funk joyfulness. I am only in rehersal for two shows, I only really have one running. I will come out at the end a beautiful butterfly! Or a well-rested bear. I'll take either one.

'What will your business card say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

sarah Serial Killer Extraordinaire

I need a tripod

Please download "Chicago" By Sufjan Stevens, if you haven't already.






I just got a message to have a puppy playdate.
That rules. Pics to follow.

For the love of pete

. . .would you all please blog already??

I am dying over here.

Anything.


Say



anything.

Hooray!


1. My cousin is pregnant again! number 8! Becuase they wanted an even number! (unless it's twins! Then it is numbers 8 and 9! HAHAHAHAHA! Stranger things have happened.)
2. It's Friday!
3. Having a nice dinner with my girlfriends tonight!
4. I am happy!
5. I look like a zombie, but I like cute tees!

6. Hooray!

I like Glenny's Soy Crisps and that there are five Wednesdays in May. The End.

Don't sweat the chatnique

Yesterday was a good day. Except for taking the N to 28th street (doesn't do that until 11 pm, a-dur.) and having to wait at the 14th street stop for the local going back, at the exact time the show was starting. (we went on second, thankfully.) But our show was good, and we had a big jam after it which was weird but pretty funny. And we had a keg and stood around talking for a long time after while someone's ipod played. I guess that constitutes a party, right? So except for being 10 minutes late and the fact that my improv soulmate is moving to Colorado in three days, yesterday was a good day.

I feel like a bundle of raw nerves getting poked. I imagine it's the mild hangover. Or the fact that I am a bundle of raw, itchy nerves.

Jason Lee, Doing Kickflips in my Dreams

I apologize to all of my friends I've been neglecting. I just haven't been a person in such a long time. I'm ready to be a person again. I can be real and human and not so self-involved and do things and talk to people and not feel like a whinebot.

Lately I've been letting myself get sad over things that shouldn't bother me anymore. In retaliation I will list things that make me happy, hopefully finding some sort of balance:

food-
1. Steak
2. Key lime yogurt
3. Newcastle brown ale
4. Pepperjack flatcheese

music-
1. Sloan-One Chord to Another (album)
2. The Shins- Kissing the lipless(song)
3. Dreamgirls Soundtrack- And I am telling you(song)
4. Mathcore (the general concept)
5. Eric B & Rakim-Don't Sweat the Technique (song)

general
1. My camera
2a. a night off
2b. the office(us)
3. my funny friends who keep me awake and make it worth it
4. my long distance funny friends who keep me grounded
5. being outside (that's a new one!)
6.
7. gtalking
8. beards
9. payday
10. you!

ROCKING THE ENNUI!

So bored.

Soooooooooooo bored.


I have a sketch show tonight. That'll be fun. No drinkin. That'll be fun in a different way, down the road. I like sketch. I like when you get to hear people say stuff like, "I need Abe Lincoln and Abbey the Abortion Doctor" and "can we take it back to the Turd's entrance?" and "I don't mind eating your mouth food." "yeah, you seem like a nice, clean lady."

Still bored.

Don't Say It

I've had a f*cking Wings song stuck in my head for a dam ass week. Make it end. I'm pretty sure that means I'm brain damaged.

prospect park and waking up too early

Another photo entry. My apologies to those with dialup. Seriously? Dialup? Does that come with a crank? I kid.

We had a picnic in Prospect Park on Saturday. I was real real good for my soul and all that.


dave, ryan and jeff

We played SPORTS which involved frisbees and whiffle balls and bats and yelling SPORTS.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate a few hours in a park with my favorite people.


the lake at prospect park

Then two guys and I had to leave a glorious day for a show. Such is life. We're like doctors, but a lot more of our conversations revolve around bits and also we don't save people's lives.

This morning I had my final tech for the sketch show at nine am. There were bagels!


the pit backstage

Since then I have been under a blanket, which is where I have wanted to be all week.
Glorious.

matt, jeff, rachel and kristen

download me

"when the night turns cold", by tobias froberg.

For your own good.

opposites day!

My last night off was Tuesday, my next night off is NEXT FRIDAY! Awesome. Isn't it great that I get paid tons of money to work so much and have such an amazing social life? The parties! The dates! The single men who are actually attracted to funny women! The leisurely makeout sessions! The endless dinners where I have conversations about something other than comedy! Ah me. It would be exhausting if it weren't so energizing.


(bitchbitchbitch. don't post this. seriously.)

maybe you can owe me

That song is the closing credits of the romantic comedy in my brain of which I am the adorably quirky, fountain diving, ottoman-tripping, incredibly adept at something-or-other star. Seriously. Download it. Cinematic.

From now on I am going to spell "gross" greaux. Because the "eau" pleases me.

I brought home HP sauce home from England and it's just been sitting in the fridge being awesome for a month. Last night when I got home I ate some dam ass fries that I saved from my dinner with the friggin brown sauce on it and I watched Ghost Hunters, but only the last half hour so I skipped all the boring set-up crew b.s. and cut straight to the partial body apparitions an the evp and I'm, like, seriously? Life can be this good? Come on.

My friend, and brother from another mother, Brian and I had our first and second to last show last night. We have another one tonight and then he goes back to Littleton. We might get up one or two more times before he actually goes. I wish he weren't moving. People are just starting to get how good he is.
I'll pretend they're not, but long, two-person monoscenes are terrifying.

My brother took an improv workshop with Mike Meyers last night. I scissorkick the reasons I couldn't geaux with a fatal bleaux.

I would like to put in a request to not work or spend money or leave the house and just make out and eat oven fresh chocolate chips cookies with a cute boy for six days straight. I always get like this when I am sleepy or waiting in line.
This entry is really cornfusing. My apoleauxgies.

because I am bored and a girl.



make a doll.
Link via .sarah

I got this shirt, too.

My bangs look alright in the reflection of a beer pull.



I'm thinking in future pictures we're going to have to put up our middle fingers or something, because this shot is cute enough to make me a little diabetic. That's matt. He made of spun gold, heavenly light and perfection, and I'm kind of ok sometimes, so our shows should be good.

I saw Silent Hill over the weekend, of course.
I do not recommend it. It was a great movie, and if you really liked the game, then you'll really like the movie. But yeah, not so much scary as just horrifically violent.

a nice thought to end on:
Stonyfield key lime with grape nut flakes stirred in. like, it should be illegal.

A few more pics from the trip

these were taken by the Kswenss.


conquering arthur's seat


jeff's adult contemporary album cover


from the "sarah+angry head" series.


not technically an angry head, but still relatively hilario.

Beer + talking

Me: (explaining this kind of dumb, thin premise for a short film) . . .sort of a parody of Degrassi the next generation.
Guy: I've been watching a lot of Degrassi:TNG lately.
Me: Oh my god! Are you serious? I love it! Don't you love it? I haven't been watching a lot of it lately but can you believe-
Guy: They had that episode where kid who shot up the school.
Me: I know! (visibly excited) and like, he was of course the only one i was attracted to, and he was the psycho. God i love that show. Who's your favorite character?
Guy: I only watch it for work. We do a lot of work for the noggin website.
Me: . . . oh.