This would be more interesting if I had the time.

This stuff:

- working a new temp job until my 12 month gig begins. the boss is demanding and yells a lot and i sorta don't mind. the hours are 8-6. it's brutal to wake up that early every day, as the morning and i are not close friends, but who cares. money train.

- my momma's in town this weekend! with my aunt lisa! very cool. haven't seen them since christmas. they'll see the show, we'll shop around, they'll hang with the HST, and they'll meet Kev. grin grin.

- i'm working on a better body image relationship. it's an uphill battle.

- all i want in the world right now is to reclaim the path to financial wellness. and i will do it, dammit.

- next week: EXERCISE. i have not been doing enough of it. but eating healthy is going pretty well. someday it will all line up exactly as i imagine it should. and naturally, i'm aware of my body even more right now because my mom is in town. ladies, you know what i mean.

- i love cats. so what.

And coming up next....!

I got home from Brooklyn around noon this morning and have been doing verrrry little all day long. In fact, aside from exercising for an hour and a half around 8:30 this evening, I have done nothing but sit on my butt and watch delicious television all day long. I've watched three different hour long episodes of The First 48, which rivals only the various SWAT shows (e.g. Dallas SWAT, Kansas City SWAT, Detroit SWAT) in terms of exciting true-crime docu-dramas. Frankly I wish I had three more of those puppies tivo'd. Then I watched a new show called Confessions of a Matchmaker, which was a delight. That woman tells it like it is. She even outted some 41 year old guy who didn't even know he was gay until she set him up with a dude! (He didn't know he was gay, though? Come on.) I most recently just finished an inspired episode of The Best of Bridezillas. O.M.G. Those bitches is crAAAzy. You kinda wonder if the show purposely causes stressful things to happen on these people's wedding days because it's almost too convenient that in every segment, someone's florist just doesn't show up, or someone's mother-in-law is 90 minutes late to the ceremony. Regardless of whether or not these "disasters" are fabricated, the psycho control freak brides flip OUT, big time, and without fail. It's pretty uncomfortable and hideous. If I ever get married and behave even a fraction that crazy, I hope someone would have the good sense to just put me out of my misery right there. Aside from all the miserable female bridezillas, the show featured one male bridezilla, who was marrying his partner. Oh man, that dude had a screw loose. At one point, after deciding that everyone had betrayed him and was trying to steal his spotlight, he was caught wandering from room to room in his apartment yelling "It's MY DAY. This is MY DAY. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT," over and over. Lord have mercy on us all.

I'm not a big tv watcher. Rarely home, and never home during the good tv hours. But I think I reached my quota for the month today. I've still got three Gene Simmons: Family Jewels tivo'd that I haven't watched yet, and two movies at my beck and call should I so choose. Also, I'm saving that Bridezillas show for Daniel. That gay needs to see it.

>runs back to indented spot on couch, returns remote to gentle resting place in right hand<

This weekend I'll

go to a bar to watch the Mets game with Chris, Rebe, and Kev
go to see Knocked Up, where Fanny and David will join us. yaaaay.
exercise
clean some areas of my house
rehearse
do a show
watch Kevin's show
hang out with my old friend Steve
relax

and it will probably be in that very order.

It's been a strange week that ended roughly. But I booked that freelance gig I was talking about, so that's nice. It should begin July 1. I'm broke until then, but it can only get better from here.

not working today...

Does anyone else feel uncomfortable with the relationship between Montel Williams and his psychic ghost-reader mistress Sylvia Browne? I mean, I guess I understand the intrigue, but what about her finger nails?

par

for the course.

I'm feeling crappy. After all those good times and joyful feelings, today I feel crappy. I'm tired because I've been staying up late and sleeping in really late and everything feels outta whack, I don't have a new temp job yet, and everything just feels useless today. I have to clean my room, go to the grocery store, workout, and run two errands. These all sound like things that I am NOT interested in doing. And I'm feeling bummed and blue about it and fighting every possible urge in existence to keep myself from just snuggling back into bed and doing nothing productive all day long. But I know that will make me feel even worse when all is said and done.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

And now for a public service announcement.

My new "step-sister" (my father is married to his fourth wife she has two kids) Anna is in her early teens, or maybe she's just twelve. She has a myspace page and she's pretty active on it. She's been posting her phone number for her friends and asking them to post theirs, and they do. I'm fairly disturbed by this and find myself making promises to myself about my own eventual parenting. Weird.

Adam's on his way over with a brownie and a diet snapple. Holla.

We're back!

Yo, that festival was a smash HIT. We had a blast, we got so tan, we vacationed like rock stars, and best of all, we had five packed houses, five hit shows, and we got some really stellar reviews.

Kevin came with us, the darling, and we were so glad he was there. <3 And besides being a general joy to have around, he took some really great photos of our tech rehearsal on the first day.



Charleston is a beautiful city with a lot of culture and wonderful people. The Charleston City Paper, who scored each show at the festival on a regular grading scale, gave us the only A+ rewarded to any performance. And said, "Saturday night live wishes it was as funny as the Havard Sailing Team." Here's the rest of that article...awesome:

Charleston City Paper

And this reviewer loved us too, calling our show, "just as good as you've heard it is" and our sketches as "deeply creative vignettes that are as often self-referencing (i.e. about the Harvard Sailing Team) as they are reflective of pop culture stalwarts" (and I'm one of the puppets in that marionettes sketch he praises ;).

Plus we were on the morning news program, "Low Country Live" which was one of the single most hilarious experiences of my young life.

We got to see some great comedy while we were there, too, and I even ran into my old friend Jeff Gandy who happened to be in Charleston with his really delightful show "The Fowler Family Radio Hour" which stars a bunch of Chicago improvisors who I happen to know sort of sideways-style way through the blogging community and Arnie (who I actually don't know at all, but I read his blog religiously, okay??)

Oh Charleston, how I miss thee. I loved that trip. Best trip in a long long time. Ding!

I have to get ready for rehearsal now. We're playing On the Jitney tonight at the PIT and I think there'll be an energy in the air; right back into it. And then it's Steve's b-day at the TC. And tomorrow I rest. :)