barely legal

i can't believe barely legal is now over. that makes me really, really sad...it was so much fun, and as excited as i was to have the performance, now the performance is over. it went by way too fast.

i'll get to see it, at least...they taped it this year. i'm looking forward to that, since i missed the first act while waiting backstage (my skit was the last one of the first act). i've also never actually *seen* the skit i was in, given that i was on stage for it from beginning to end. i'd love to see what actually happened. i have a mental image about how it all unfolded, but i'd like to see how it actually looked, since sometimes my mental images can be pretty skewed.

i went to the party afterwards. it was the same place where it was last year...that basement, with the really low ceiling. i can't truly complain, since i could never actually provide anything better as a venue. (what? my 270 square foot apartment? yeah, right.) it was nice to see people after the show, but i ended up leaving pretty early, by about 12:15 or so. most of the people i hang out with at school either weren't there, or left really early. i mingled, said hi to everyone, and then walked home. it was kind of a long walk, maybe twenty-five minutes or so, but not a bad one. at least it's cool outside...the rain has stopped, the heat has gone down, it's actually pretty nice out there.

and there was the delmar hot dog man. i heart the delmar hot dog man. the hot dogs are really, really tasty. :)

yet another cryptic rant

i'm feeling really grumpy and bitchy this morning, for no good reason at all.

i wish there was a song, something that someone else had written, that encapsulates how i feel right about now. but, there's not. then again, i doubt that even i could write a three or four or eight minute blurb about what's going on in my head right about now.

i had dreams last night. lots of dreams. weird ones, recurring ones. that never happens, at least in one night. i've never had the same dream over, and over, and over again in one night. that is, until last night. i went to bed around 1, and i got up around 10...and between 1 and 10, i woke up at least five times. the first time i woke up, i thought through the dream, and drifted back to sleep. an hour or two later, i woke up again, wondered why i had the same dream again, and fell back asleep. this happened again and again and again, the same dream, with the same characters, and the same thoughts as i woke back up.

i'm disturbed. i'm annoyed. i'm a little sad. and, i have no right to feel that way. i'm having one of those days in which i can't stand the idea of sitting around in my apartment alone, but i can't stand the idea of being around people either. i could fall asleep, but i'm not tired, and if i fall asleep i'm probably going to be taunted by that dream again. sitting down and doing some schoolwork, or some chores, may be good for me, but i can't get started on that either. i'm just sitting here, stewing in my own frustration and confusion. i'm trying to vent, and failing at it.

do you go into the store and steal groceries?

celebrityprankcalling.com is awesome. they put together clips of celebrity voices and make prank calls. this one is utter genius: it's dr. phil's voice, calling a grocery store clerk. it's beautiful, and had me rolling on the floor.

do you go into the store and steal groceries?

a love letter

sometimes the CTA Tattler is priceless. today is one of those days. i am now in love with Carole Brown, the chairperson of the CTA.

she was asking CTA people about three-tracking plans for special events such as the White Sox home opener. she proceeded:

"I don't know when the Cubs home opener is and I don't care."

i love her. not only is she in charge of the CTA, an institution about which i make no secret of my obsession, but she also cares about the Sox and not the Cubs. she knows who the real team in chicago is.