Let's Blog It Up!

So a “blog.” Wow. I probably should wait until after I’m accepted into a school [except Point Park, I’m already accepted there (WHAT'S UP COPA!?)] to start this thing, because apparently schools have professional stalkers to find out every intimate detail about you; i.e. the parties you go to, the people you hang out with, the drugs you take, the alcohol you consume in mass quantities on a weekly basis, the number of illegal immigrants you have living in your basement, the number of illegitimate children you have running around pretending to be your “little brother that was born the same time you did a semester abroad”, and your extra curricular activities.
Except, I don’t go to that many shady parties, and I don’t do drugs [which apparently came as a shock to my dad.] But seriously, I don’t smoke pot, or take shrooms, or trip on E, or acid, although if you look between my toes you’ll find a plethora of needle marks. JAY KAY! I totally hate needles. And also, I don’t have any illegals living in my house, and I’m not really into the whole teen pregnancy thing so I don’t have any kids. Having said all this, if you’re from a college and are continuing to stalk me, would you like to hire me? I spend about a third of the time that should be dedicated to homework and being productive lurking people’s facebook, I could totally do it professionally.

Anyway, so this blog is basically for me to rant about stupid stuff that happens in my life. Here’s a preview:

I’m currently at the library on a self-imposed snow day. We had a delay and I was like “Hey Mom, I need to find a monologue so I can get into college! I’m going to the library, I’ll go to school later.” So I got here and there was a booth open by a window and I was all oh that’ll be nice. But after sitting here for an hour I realized that sitting by a giant window in the middle of winter is maybe not the best idea. But now that I’m here and my shit is all over the table and I can put my feet up on the bench across from me, I’m not moving.

So 2008 is off to a great start. I haven’t been to school one day yet, and I continue to procrastinate. Kinda like I’m doing right now, instead of finding a monologue for my auditions which are in a month and a half. But whatever, it’s cool, I totally have my 16 bars and they’re really cute and everything. Also, I have no idea what to wear!? “Dress nicely but be able to move comfortably.” Is that like jeans and a nice shirt? A dress? I can move comfortably in a dress unless you want me to roll around on the floor and do a split or something. I mean I could still do it comfortably, you’d just see my ass. Would I get extra points if you do see my ass? If you don’t know me, these crazy tangents are how I normally talk. Anyway, here I am, sitting in my cold little cubby hole at the library, writing this instead of getting into school.

That’s my New Year’s resolution, to get into a good school. Preferably one in Manhattan. It’s just that the whole “starving artist” thing works so much better when you actually have a steady flow of work and auditions to help you become not-starving. Also, there's stuff to do in Manhattan. If you want to become a trapeze artist, you can do it there. Like that one time in Sex and the City. She totally does it for an article and it’s sweet. Me and my friend are going to do that. We totally googled it and everything and we’re going to go and it’s going to be fun and we’re not going to die and maybe we’ll get a really hot instructor.

Speaking of friends, the same friend is supposed to be meeting my at my little cold booth in the library to help me look for monologues and provide moral support. Except she’s still asleep. It’s 11:57...I got up at 8:45 like the good little student I am. Except for the part about how I’m not in school. Other then that I’m a good student. So since she’s still asleep I’m here all alone with my iBook and my vitamin water, which I’m slowly becoming addicted to. I don’t like all of it though. Just the pink and the yellow.

Hey college stalkers?! Still with me? If so, you can totally lurk her too:



This video only furthers my point how much I love vitamin water. I’m pretty sure I mention it in our other video too. [Sorry college stalkers, I’m not addicted, I can quit any time I want.]

The guy sitting at the table next to me is typing really fast. It’s kinda like one of those professional piano players who gets really into it and starts to like lean into the piano and sway and stuff. Anyway, I think I might be the only one under 30 in the entire library right now. No! I lied. A four year old just ran by.

Ew, my hip just popped.

One thing that sucks when you’re skipping class to be productive and you try to procrastinate is that there is really nothing to procrastinate with. No one is on AIM or facebook, and there’s only so many “walls” you can write on before people can tell that you don’t actually give a shit about communicating with them, you’re just trying to amuse yourself. Remember before AIM and facebook and myspace? Before creepy old men could stalk you? And also, remember dial up? I do. I had it til like 2 years ago. Like it used to take 5 minutes to get on AOL and you had all those crazy screeching noises...yeah, it was pretty awesome. And also, remember the 90’s? Like leggings? They’re coming back, and I’m pretty excited about it. I could probably wear the leggings from when I was 10. I’m pretty short.

Also, remember chain letters? Like, before chain e-mails (which I was totally into for a while, like e-mail. Me and Nicole are trying to bring it back.) there were chain letters. Where you would literally get a letter and you’d have to go make copies and address envelopes and pay for postage and I was all excited when I got one in the mail and then I thought about about all the effort it would take to keep it going and I was like; fuck this! Except not. Because I was like 11. I just got a chain text, which I think is totally hilarious. Except for the face that it’s like “I sent this to the 15 most important people in my life. If I don’t get it back I understand,” and then you’re like; SHHIIIIEEET! I don’t want to send this back to you, but I totally do appreciate you, or care about you, or whatevs.


The season premier of Law and Order is on tonight. And also the first episode of Project Runway for 2008. It’s a tough choice. I’ll have to flip back and fourth between commercials. Does Elisa seriously bother anyone else? I mean, she spits on fabric!! Like...EW! I guess some people are into that, but I don’t want anyone spitting on anything I’m wearing. And also, I think she might be slightly psychotic. If you have no idea what I’m talking about this is the link to her bio for easy access...I’m all about that.

http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/4/bios/index.php?cat=designer&p=elisa


GOOD NEWS! While I'm putting this online I flipped on the last few minutes of Project Runway and Elisa just got kicked off!