The Creepiest Thing I Have Ever Found In My Bed:


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 I am trying (and failing) to finish this letter of interest for the Clown Conservatory, and I just wanted to share my progress with you guys ( Read more... )

 AN UPDATE.  Because I am terrible at holding myself accountable for things, especially things I want to do for myself.  Also because today was actually absurdly productive.

Flossing: so far, so good.  My gums hurt.

I finished (!) and SUBMITTED (!!) my Dell'Arte application.  I just need to send them the application fee, and an official copy of my ( Read more... )

Last week I:

Got a haircut
Drank a lot of beer
Finished Howl's Moving Castle
Weatherproofed two pairs of boots
Ate many, many breakfasts
Played some darts
Paid off a credit card (YESSS)
Had many sleepovers

This week I shall:

Get serious about getting my ducks in a row for submission to the Clown Conservatory and the Dell'Arte School.  This includes:
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 License plates I'm considering, because I have to do something to stop myself from searching for apartments in San Francisco.  All of varying degrees of nerdiness.


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 Oh, snap, we're doing it again!  Come see us!  So inexpensive!  So accessible to those relying on public transit!  Who could ask for more?!  DID I MENTION THE FREE PIE AFTER THE SHOW?**


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So, you know the ads on the side of your facebook page, touting whatever age-and-interest-appropriate swag that the facebook gods have prophesied would attract your attention?  Mine usually have to do with some combination of Hobbits and gelato.

This evening, an ad for this product caught my eye:


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 THIS DRAWING:

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 A family friend recently posted a link to a blog entry discussing the "Never Been Kissed" episode of Glee that aired this week.  (Here it is!)  I just watched the episode, and agree with them on pretty much every point, but here are the important ones.

1) Chris Colfer deserves some serious recognition for the performance that he repeatedly turns in ( Read more... )

I was sort of peeled apart recently by a poem a friend posted, so it seems fitting to share one I love in turn.  Thanks to my very old friend Mirit for sharing it with me.  And by very old I mean we've known each other since we were six.  Mirit herself is only 23.  Which, let's face it, when you're like ten, that seems old.

I should shut up.

( Here's the poem! Read it! It's freaking amazing! )