I went something like a year and a half without posting. yikes.
I read through some of my old journal entries the other day because I suddenly realized I hadn't written anything fun in a while. Or productive. Or good. And I kind of wanted to pinpoint when my sense of humor died on me. Apparently, it was around the time I moved to Penn and stopped posting all the time.
Fortunately, Megan can attest to the fact that I was HILARIOUS in Allentown. And not just comparitively speaking, because that would be like saying that Grace Kelly was the classiest girl at the tractor pull. Ah, Allentown... I was warned.
It was nice to be reminded of a time in my life when I was often with my friends and accomplishing things that are widely regarded as at least somewhat intelligent. Good times.
I also came across this quote from Greg Behrendt: "You are better than dealing with assholes." It was true then and it's true now.
Get this: I've been planning to move to Chicago since pretty much the second I got here. I met a guy at an audition for a local show and, since he was planning to move to Chicago, too, we settled on moving up there together to save rent, help each other out, etc. We started dating and the plan to move, in April, stays the same. In the past few weeks, I haven't seen him much and I'm kind of done with the relationship, but I figure we can still get a two-bedroom, save cash, that sort of thing. So I text him last week because I'm going to the city for an audition and apartment hunting and ask if he wants to come along or has some input on the place. He starts suggesting apartment hunting agencies and recommends I get "The Actor's Guide to Chicago." I ask if he's still planning on moving with me, to which he replies "Let's have dinner on that."
So that's a no.
I've set my plan in action: I hired an agent from the apartment hunting company he HATES, found a great place, put in an application for it, flooded the city with my resume, asked my temp agency to look for a new assignment for me, and got a really hot hair cut. He wants to have dinner on it? Fine, we can do that. And I can walk out with my head high.
I am crazy excited (okay, and a little scared) to move. The job hunting sucks but it always does. I really love the city. It's beautiful and charming and quirky and the people are friendly. Caroline and Frank might be moving to Evanston, Kat's still there if I can EVER get a hold of her, and my friend Megan might eventually leave New York to hang out with me. And that's awesome. I'm excited to be on my own, excited to explore a new place, and REALLY jazzed about connecting with a whole world of new people. And, on a side note, I'll have to come through Staunton to pick up my stuff from storage, so I'll get to start a new part of my life by revisiting my favorite place from my past. Bonus. (Oh, and if any of the Shakespeare crowd hasn't read "Interred with Their Bones" by Jennifer Lee Carrell, it's a pretty fun romp through crazy Shakespeare land, particularly the academia vs. theatre argument).
Oy, a year and a half later and I'm still talking about boys and Shakespeare. I feel like these may be the major themes of my life. A lesser person might find that depressing. A lesser person...could be correct, but I am certainly not a lesser person so I say BAH.
And that is all.
I'M BACK!
Fortunately, Megan can attest to the fact that I was HILARIOUS in Allentown. And not just comparitively speaking, because that would be like saying that Grace Kelly was the classiest girl at the tractor pull. Ah, Allentown... I was warned.
It was nice to be reminded of a time in my life when I was often with my friends and accomplishing things that are widely regarded as at least somewhat intelligent. Good times.
I also came across this quote from Greg Behrendt: "You are better than dealing with assholes." It was true then and it's true now.
Get this: I've been planning to move to Chicago since pretty much the second I got here. I met a guy at an audition for a local show and, since he was planning to move to Chicago, too, we settled on moving up there together to save rent, help each other out, etc. We started dating and the plan to move, in April, stays the same. In the past few weeks, I haven't seen him much and I'm kind of done with the relationship, but I figure we can still get a two-bedroom, save cash, that sort of thing. So I text him last week because I'm going to the city for an audition and apartment hunting and ask if he wants to come along or has some input on the place. He starts suggesting apartment hunting agencies and recommends I get "The Actor's Guide to Chicago." I ask if he's still planning on moving with me, to which he replies "Let's have dinner on that."
So that's a no.
I've set my plan in action: I hired an agent from the apartment hunting company he HATES, found a great place, put in an application for it, flooded the city with my resume, asked my temp agency to look for a new assignment for me, and got a really hot hair cut. He wants to have dinner on it? Fine, we can do that. And I can walk out with my head high.
I am crazy excited (okay, and a little scared) to move. The job hunting sucks but it always does. I really love the city. It's beautiful and charming and quirky and the people are friendly. Caroline and Frank might be moving to Evanston, Kat's still there if I can EVER get a hold of her, and my friend Megan might eventually leave New York to hang out with me. And that's awesome. I'm excited to be on my own, excited to explore a new place, and REALLY jazzed about connecting with a whole world of new people. And, on a side note, I'll have to come through Staunton to pick up my stuff from storage, so I'll get to start a new part of my life by revisiting my favorite place from my past. Bonus. (Oh, and if any of the Shakespeare crowd hasn't read "Interred with Their Bones" by Jennifer Lee Carrell, it's a pretty fun romp through crazy Shakespeare land, particularly the academia vs. theatre argument).
Oy, a year and a half later and I'm still talking about boys and Shakespeare. I feel like these may be the major themes of my life. A lesser person might find that depressing. A lesser person...could be correct, but I am certainly not a lesser person so I say BAH.
And that is all.
I'M BACK!