How to Pack Up your Childhood Room

Step 1: Make a terribly difficult, life-changing emotional decision.

Step 2: Listen to a lot of hard rock / metal

Step 3: Start tearing everything off of your walls.

Step 4: ???

Video Games are the Devil

It strikes me that if I put the sheer amount of time that I put into video games that I do into more productive forms of work, then I could be truly badass.

Perhaps my addiction is, for the moment, the only thing keeping the world safe from my inevitably overwhelming talent and potential.

In other news, I am now officially on the Different Spin "Bios" section of the website (and I expect I have been for quite some time and only just now noticed), which is nice. Feel free to go there and ogle my sexy, sexy fireball.

A Different Spin

Journal update

Just got back from the BU spinjam, and dinner with them afterwards. AND I finally finished the book Stacey lent me, called "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius". So I went into boston, read on the way, met some cool people, spun a bit (in the corner, like the shy n00b I am) and got back exhausted.

It feels so good to DO things.

Oh, and it's my birthday. 23 years... is that a good year? It seems like it must be a good year.

It shall be a good year.

Juggling Act from 6/21/08

I feel hung over

Yet I have not been drinking.

This is probably the problem; dehydration. I have been drinking a ton of water today to try and stave off laryngitis (I lost my voice yesterday, probably from speaking too loudly all day at kids trying to wrangle them into fits of creativity). The sun was hot today though, and as it dried up all the flash rain that pelted camp today it probably dried up all my reserve moisture as well.

Is there a better cure for a lost voice? I've heard hot showers and honey and lemon. Maybe I can just bathe in some tea.

Back in Hingham

Warning to Vassar people: the following contains many references and names that you will not know, so I apologize.

I just got back from the after party after the after party of Mr Higgins' retirement party. This man was the drama teacher at my high school for 35 years, and boy, has he managed to build a fantastic community. All he had to do was say "Listening Club!" and put his hand to his ear to get over a quarter of the room instantly mimicking him, like we all did back in High School when he needed our attention. This is just one example of the fun, nice, quirky things that he did and that we all love him for.

Performing tonight was great! I very nearly nailed every part of my routine (I got the back-of-the-head catch from a five-ball cascade!) and had a blast rocking out to some klezmer music as I did so. The audience loved it and I got tons of congratulations for the rest of the night from people I haven't talked to in ages, with one recurring theme: "Why no fire?" Come on people, we were inside, in a rented auditorium! At least they were mostly kidding.

The rest of the night was party-hopping. First this place in Scituate called "Mount Blue" where a huge chunk of our party took over and instilled a big, loud, sweaty group of drama kids into an otherwise unassuming bar. I got to talk to a lot of people about a lot of nothing, the most productive of which was Amanda Diorio who I swear I've said about 5 words to in the past who for some reason throughout the course of the conversation became my best friend.

Perhaps it was the beer.

After that I took Adam home and went stopped in at Will Hanson's house, which contained another loud gathering of (somewhat younger) kids playing a game of Kings. I stayed to the outside and continued my conversation-hopping. We got kicked out when his parents realized that they wanted to sleep, and it was late and downstairs people were loud.

So here I am, updating my blog about really nothing, just because I feel good and loved and welcome at home and it is wonderful to be able to say that.

Because because because

More of the same. There is thunder and lightning outside and it is exciting. Perhaps I shall go research some pagan storm god and go worship it.