One of these days I'll find a bed, a chair and a bowl of porridge that's juuuuuust right.
Like, one of these days I'll know I've come upon just the right home, just the right job, and the just the right combination of the cookie and clean diet to keep me thin, perfect skinned, and fully satisfied.
It's gonna be great.
In the meanwhile I sample.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
How to...
be the next UCB girl on SNL. Got your notepads ready?
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I know I know
I'm living a lackluster existence amidst marathon training, bridesamaiding, improv-studying, and vagina monologuing.
I'm officially back on the market now that it's Spring, so I anticipate having tales to regale with once I've got some first dates under my belt by May, but in the meantime, here is the only place I find it appropriate to quote blogger Amy Davidson (from The New Yorker)'s piece in The Political Scene today, which summarizes what I think I fell in love with in The Hunger Games:
"Katniss learned to hunt because her father died in a mining accident, and she basically spends three books mulling over the realization all children have that death is real, and irrevocable. (One problem, as Collins makes clear, is that Katniss, for most of the series, hasn’t had the same revelation about the solidity of love.) She is able to be the moral center of the story because, as the plot becomes increasingly political, and the other characters are caught up in tactical discussions and propaganda campaigns and battle plans, she hasn’t been able to get over her amazement at that simple truth. Maybe no one should."
Sigh.
I'm officially back on the market now that it's Spring, so I anticipate having tales to regale with once I've got some first dates under my belt by May, but in the meantime, here is the only place I find it appropriate to quote blogger Amy Davidson (from The New Yorker)'s piece in The Political Scene today, which summarizes what I think I fell in love with in The Hunger Games:
"Katniss learned to hunt because her father died in a mining accident, and she basically spends three books mulling over the realization all children have that death is real, and irrevocable. (One problem, as Collins makes clear, is that Katniss, for most of the series, hasn’t had the same revelation about the solidity of love.) She is able to be the moral center of the story because, as the plot becomes increasingly political, and the other characters are caught up in tactical discussions and propaganda campaigns and battle plans, she hasn’t been able to get over her amazement at that simple truth. Maybe no one should."
Sigh.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
It's the week of
The Hunger Games Premier Y'all!
Usually when I have a performance in a matter of days, my excitement for the stage time trumps anything else on the horizon, but this week, I'm way more anxious for it to be Sunday when I'll have my Vagina Monologue shows, my last pre-marathon 20 mile run and my hosting for the weekend under my belt and be able to plop myself down in a theatre for 142 minutes of magnificent movie watching.
Don't get me wrong, I cannot wait to have my grandparents and two best friends come to town Friday! And I am as proud a vagina warrior as ever - as delighted to be delivering the Happy Fact to friends and strangers in the audience as one can be. I'm spending an ample amount of time planning my water stops and gu ingestion for the 20 miler I'll do midday Sun.
I'm just so excited to see Suzanne Collins' world brought to life on the big screen. It's like I picked THE perfect time to jump on the book's bandwagon.
And sometimes great timing is enough to celebrate.
Usually when I have a performance in a matter of days, my excitement for the stage time trumps anything else on the horizon, but this week, I'm way more anxious for it to be Sunday when I'll have my Vagina Monologue shows, my last pre-marathon 20 mile run and my hosting for the weekend under my belt and be able to plop myself down in a theatre for 142 minutes of magnificent movie watching.
Don't get me wrong, I cannot wait to have my grandparents and two best friends come to town Friday! And I am as proud a vagina warrior as ever - as delighted to be delivering the Happy Fact to friends and strangers in the audience as one can be. I'm spending an ample amount of time planning my water stops and gu ingestion for the 20 miler I'll do midday Sun.
I'm just so excited to see Suzanne Collins' world brought to life on the big screen. It's like I picked THE perfect time to jump on the book's bandwagon.
And sometimes great timing is enough to celebrate.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
26.2
I'm running THE Boston Marathon in 33 days.
33 DAYS!!!
And I've been all fallderall and fiddlydee as of late but I just stopped to take a second and let the reality of this situation set in, and I'm feeling so much better for having done so.
Running a mile is a major accomplishment for probably an embarrassing majority of people, and racing be it in a 5k or Jingle Run or Half Marathon or skipping competition's really pretty impressive, lots of people are runners by nature, by trade or by happenstance and I know there are plenty of folks who run multiple marathons in their lifetime, but none of that changes the fact that Boston is revered and that checking this "project" off my bucket list will be quite a remarkable feat.
There was a time just three or four years ago when I'd never run more than four miles.
And there will be thousands of people lining the roads from Hopkington to Boston both cheering along the runners and being reminded that anything is possible if you put your mind to it and approach it one foot in front of the other.
GAH!
That's awesome.
This is the start of something big and THIS is the jacket I'll be sporting super soon:
33 DAYS!!!
And I've been all fallderall and fiddlydee as of late but I just stopped to take a second and let the reality of this situation set in, and I'm feeling so much better for having done so.
Running a mile is a major accomplishment for probably an embarrassing majority of people, and racing be it in a 5k or Jingle Run or Half Marathon or skipping competition's really pretty impressive, lots of people are runners by nature, by trade or by happenstance and I know there are plenty of folks who run multiple marathons in their lifetime, but none of that changes the fact that Boston is revered and that checking this "project" off my bucket list will be quite a remarkable feat.
There was a time just three or four years ago when I'd never run more than four miles.
And there will be thousands of people lining the roads from Hopkington to Boston both cheering along the runners and being reminded that anything is possible if you put your mind to it and approach it one foot in front of the other.
GAH!
That's awesome.
This is the start of something big and THIS is the jacket I'll be sporting super soon:
Friday, March 9, 2012
Mad about Meryl
In a good way.
I've gotten Meryl in the celebrity look alike game, and it's off putting as an early 20something, but as I settle into this side of the slope toward the big 3-0, I'm embracing it.
I can't embed the clip, but check her out winning her oscar for Sophie's Choice back in the day.
I mean she's frumpy but fabulous. And so confident yet warm. C'mon - there are worse celebs to be compared to.
This Fall I was embodying Renee Zellweger AS Bridget Jones. And this past weekend I watched that movie for the first time in ten years or so... Took notes ala the time I got drunk watching The Holiday this winter, and while they're less quippy in light of my being less boozy (read: I gave up drinking for Lent), they're note and thus blogworthy.
...
- Bridget Jones's flannel penguin PJs are frighteningly similar to the flannel frog pajamas my mom gave me 2 x-mases ago joking, "because you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince" and that I wear on the reg
- BJ's weight is 136lbs at the start of the movie
- Ha, she works in publicity like my old chiaccherona roomie
- the best friend of hers we first meet in the bathroom PROB inspired JK Rowling's Moaning Myrtle and I thiiiink is the same actress who plays her in the subsequent HP movies
- Gaius is one of the "urban fam" members!
- Love the airkiss that her mum has for Bridget vs. the cheek kisses the would-be gay shopping network friend garners... very "Mama K" (my mother's theatreworld persona)
- "This can't be just shagging - a minibreak means true love" - the pitfall of expectations going into every weekend in the country with a special manfriend
- BJ's crying in the tub is the exact reason I don't take baths
- Colin First's kick move in the Hugh Grant fight is the nail in my coffin of undying love for him
I've gotten Meryl in the celebrity look alike game, and it's off putting as an early 20something, but as I settle into this side of the slope toward the big 3-0, I'm embracing it.
I can't embed the clip, but check her out winning her oscar for Sophie's Choice back in the day.
I mean she's frumpy but fabulous. And so confident yet warm. C'mon - there are worse celebs to be compared to.
This Fall I was embodying Renee Zellweger AS Bridget Jones. And this past weekend I watched that movie for the first time in ten years or so... Took notes ala the time I got drunk watching The Holiday this winter, and while they're less quippy in light of my being less boozy (read: I gave up drinking for Lent), they're note and thus blogworthy.
...
- Bridget Jones's flannel penguin PJs are frighteningly similar to the flannel frog pajamas my mom gave me 2 x-mases ago joking, "because you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince" and that I wear on the reg
- BJ's weight is 136lbs at the start of the movie
- Ha, she works in publicity like my old chiaccherona roomie
- the best friend of hers we first meet in the bathroom PROB inspired JK Rowling's Moaning Myrtle and I thiiiink is the same actress who plays her in the subsequent HP movies
- Gaius is one of the "urban fam" members!
- Love the airkiss that her mum has for Bridget vs. the cheek kisses the would-be gay shopping network friend garners... very "Mama K" (my mother's theatreworld persona)
- "This can't be just shagging - a minibreak means true love" - the pitfall of expectations going into every weekend in the country with a special manfriend
- BJ's crying in the tub is the exact reason I don't take baths
- Colin First's kick move in the Hugh Grant fight is the nail in my coffin of undying love for him
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Obsession List
Currently it's like my brain cannot even attempt real reflection and or offers of insight.
SO.
I give you my list of obsessions since the start of the year. Some thought marathon matters would monopolize my mindspace in the months leading up to Boston 2012, but in fact, when I have not been working or running or spending time with fam & friends, I've been wrapping my mind around:
SMASH
Downton Abbey
and
The Hunger Games
And I must say, I haven't felt so fully entertained since LOST was in my life on a regular basis.
I devoured Suzanne Collins three books in a matter of days, I long for Season 3 of Downton, and I'm embarrassingly excited to be planning workouts around watching Smash at the gym.
Currently I'm writing from a babysitting apartment the likes of which I so want to secret. Suffice it to say guests at the parents' wedding were Naomi Watts and Rose Byrne.
Found out tonight through wikipediaing that Amy Poehler was born in good old Newton, MA... how do you like them apples?
SO.
I give you my list of obsessions since the start of the year. Some thought marathon matters would monopolize my mindspace in the months leading up to Boston 2012, but in fact, when I have not been working or running or spending time with fam & friends, I've been wrapping my mind around:
SMASH
Downton Abbey
and
The Hunger Games
And I must say, I haven't felt so fully entertained since LOST was in my life on a regular basis.
I devoured Suzanne Collins three books in a matter of days, I long for Season 3 of Downton, and I'm embarrassingly excited to be planning workouts around watching Smash at the gym.
Currently I'm writing from a babysitting apartment the likes of which I so want to secret. Suffice it to say guests at the parents' wedding were Naomi Watts and Rose Byrne.
Found out tonight through wikipediaing that Amy Poehler was born in good old Newton, MA... how do you like them apples?
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