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Thanks for all the v-gifts, guys. Who are you, anons? I hate not knowing because I can't thank you. :(
was a fun weekend. well, it was full of long speeches and being annoyed by family members, but it was mostly fun. i need a shower and stuff. bleh.
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[06 Dec 2009|05:03pm] |
Remember that pic of him in the hall? WELL I stumbled across a slightly better quality one of it, as well as another not-so-good quality hall pic that goes along with it. 8D
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| chicago > pittsburgh |
[06 Dec 2009|11:23am] |
There are only 300 cabs in Pittsburgh
I booked late on a weekend when both the Pens and the Steelers were playing, so the only hotel I could get to was the one by the airport. I decided that maybe taking a cab was the easiest way to get to the arena, so I had one called for 6pm. It was 15 minutes late. Then, coming back from the game, it was late for 35 minutes. My phone had died by this time so I walked to the nearest hotel to wait for a cab.
I left the game at 11pm. I got on a cab at midnight.
And at this point, as there had been NO CABS to meet the demand of people who wanted them, I ended up with a town car service.
$78 to get to the hotel.
My flight here cost about that. :|
The town car driver was nice though; we got into a discussion with how the city basically fails with treating its weekend tourists because those service businesses that tourists need (like hotels and cabs) basically don't earn anything on the weekdays so it's a bit infeasible for more establishments like them to pop up or something.
If I get enough money I'm investing in a town car service in Pittsburgh. It's a legit way to extort people. :|
Mellon Arena isn't THAT bad
Granted, it reminded me more of the Allstate Arena (where the Wolves play), but I can dig that. And there were a few Hawks fans and maybe it's a function of me being female but I didn't get heckled all that much. It may have been because I sat beside an old couple and a young couple who didn't seem like hardcore fans.
My seats were pretty good; got to see a lot of the action. Somehow the fights kept happening by my side. :| I'm not sure what was up with them, but it was amusing to see.
VERSTEEG!
Is it possible to get a jersey with the exclamation point at the end? Because I could be coaxed into doing that, ahahaha. He was great.
I got to watch warmups for a bit. Would have had a few great photos if not for my camera failing. Urgh.
And I've got to go. Boarding. Free wifi from Google rocks!
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[06 Dec 2009|01:43am] |
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Anon bought me snowflake cookies for my profile. Who was it? >:( (okay i'm not really angry, just curious.)
i had something srs bzns to talk about but now i don't feel like delving into it. so i'll talk about it later. staying in a hotel room with my parents is strange and makes me feel like a teenager. my dad is snoring. it's loud and annoying. sigh.
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| How I Learned to Stop Worrying and... |
[06 Dec 2009|01:28am] |
Doing stand-up comedy was the perfect decision for me at this point in my life. Quite frankly, even if I never get a job out of The Daily Show (though I'm fairly certain at this point that unless I do I will feel that all other jobs are less than...barring the occasional bizarre exceptions that are a lot less likely), I will always have this to say for it: it gave me stand-up, and also, the idea of putting Nesquik into one's coffee, which it turns out multiplies its deliciousness many times over. (That may be a curse more than a blessing in this case, though.)
I always wanted to do it, but could never get the balls. I guess a large portion of it was that there is no stand-up scene in Tucson, whereas in the place I currently intern, a huge chunk of people are stand-up comics. This extends beyond just the correspondents and the writers. I guess this isn't really surprising, but it did definitely increase the number of free stand-up shows I got to attend and made me remember that I wanted to do it. Then within a matter of days, broaching the subject with a couple of people at the show and even attending the thing with Terry Jones where he talked about writing comedy (even if it was sketch comedy), their advice was unanimously to go out and do it, and, as one put it, to "love the bomb." If, he said, you go in, and you completely bomb, and when you leave you still want to do it rather than wish it had never happened, then it's probably right. I went to my first open mic that weekend and noted that I actually did seem to feel more inspired by silence than laughter, because it made me want to get the joke right.
I've only been doing this for about, ummm, five weeks at this point, and I feel like it has, in the very least, increased a sense of inner peace that had been disrupted for many years at the desire to write something and never being able to figure out what the fuck it was I wanted to write. This got to a point where, in the last year or so, I was constantly haunted by the sensation that I had forgotten something important. It wasn't that, but I mean, it felt kind of like that. It was driving me batshit insane that the most creative things I seemed to do involved iPod playlists and taping weird pictures from magazines into a notebook. (I will say, though, that I produced a ten-page opus about how great I think Zachary Quinto is. It was Spocktacular.)
So on the one hand, thank god for the discovery that stand-up is a great way to exorcise my demons and satisfy my sado-masochistic habits. On the other hand, fuck stand-up comedy! It is so hard!
I have a five-and-a-half minute set last week, and trying to design a stand-up set when you've only been doing it for five weeks is like trying to make a mix tape from a bunch of songs you've only heard once. You're not even sure which one is which, and then you can try to cobble them all together but they never quite make sense, and you either end up with far too many songs for one tape or far too little. Sometimes you have a great song in there that doesn't fit, thematically, anywhere on the mix, and you can't decide whether to force it, or to throw it out in favor of another, inferior song that happens to fit better. I suppose this is why they call it a set, and not a routine, because in the end I have a ton of jokes just like I'd have a bunch of songs, and I either hate them all or love them all, but can't for the life of me pick some and order them. So far I'd say I have done about three minutes. The problem is that I don't have enough short jokes to occupy the remaining two minutes, and my longer jokes are all too long and would make it seem unbalanced. Add to that the fact that I can't come up with a close because the way the mix is currently set up makes it fade out rather than exit with a bang. This will not do.
As such, I have decided to go insane. Probably what will happen is I will just stand onstage and cluck like a chicken for approximately five minutes.
My favorite thing is that my mental anguish over this seems to reflect on my current living situation. I am now too frazzled and preoccupied to dispose of empty food containers or to journey all the way across the room that is roughly ten feet wide to put my dirty laundry there or my shoes away. All the medications and vitamins that I take have made their way over to my desk because that is next to my bed and I have slowly sequestered my laptop to the one corner of my desk that is not filled with hair ties, old bananas, and DVDs I'm too lazy to put away. I have acquired a bunch of plastic spoons with peanut butter on them because I enjoy eating it straight from the jar but am too obsessive compulsive to use the spoons numerous times, but too lazy to throw them away. Basically I have turned into a metrosexual male, inasmuch as I guess my living habits are masculine, but the clutter is distinctly female. All my shoes are boots and flats. I have diet cream soda and diet Snapple bottles littering the place and my birth control and women's One a Day is next to the nail polish. One of the DVDs in question is 13 Going on 30, and half of the things strewn about my room are scarves. I figure if my book of jokes is a mess I'm allowed to indulge my inner tortured artist. What would really make this lifestyle work for me is if I took up smoking and had to exhale out the window because I don't want to go outside because then I'd have to put on pants.
Anyway, I don't know what my point was here. I mostly just meant to say I'm frustrated with my apparent lack of joke-ordering skills.
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[05 Dec 2009|10:04pm] |
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sister's graduation was a graduation. it was fun and it was long and my baby sister is a college graduate. <333333
the alex to my ryan did this meme, so.
THE (_____) TO MY (_____) MEME
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[06 Dec 2009|08:02am] |
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| All you need is sandwiches |
[05 Dec 2009|01:49pm] |
World, I've made a decision I hope you'll be happy with. Actually I guess this is less to the world than it is to my body in particular. Usually on Saturday afternoon I eat a 6" Subway sandwich with a cookie, although occasionally I eat two cookies. It occurred to me last week that I could actually eat the foot-long Subway sandwich and it would be fewer calories than eating a 6" and two cookies, and only slightly more than a 6" and one cookie (a negligible amount in the end).
So this week, I'm gonna try it another way. So world, world, I'm going to eat an entire foot of Subway sandwich. Don't punish me for this decision; I am, after all, doing it for you.
Maybe. I may actually chicken out. Also it is raining entirely too much. I may decide not to leave the building at all.
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[05 Dec 2009|07:47am] |
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I'm awake after 4 hours of sleep, and my baby sister is graduating from UT today. I don't even know. i feel like tears could be a major theme. (tears and coffee.)
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[04 Dec 2009|10:33pm] |
I liked the caps so I posted 'em. ♥
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[04 Dec 2009|05:49pm] |
Tru fax
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