Mother Nature, Is That You?

You know you're getting ready to peace out for Thanksgiving when you begin thinking maybe you finally started your first period.

I was talking to the guys, specifically, but ladies, if you feel the same way, it probably applies. In which case you shouldn't be reading my blog, fourth grade girls.

Wow. That was the most obscure and terrible joke ever. Except that I'm going to leave it on here, because it only exemplifies the mood I'm in. And it usually takes me a good, painful metaphor to get going on whatever I'm actually writing about. So this weekend was ridiculous in excelsis. Not only was it a lot of fun but also it was a shit show of fourth grade drama (so maybe, 4th graders, if you're still reading, you should keep on). All of it, though, is only an indication that it's time to stop spending so much time with the same people and take a break- that's probably why the powers that be (specifically the Mayflower and those two other ships I can't remember-was one named Nina?) created holidays. Thanks, Pocahontas.

Alas, in my wildly inventive state of mind, there is nothing cynical or biting left to say about the past weekend, only the stale aroma of playground squabbling and peed pants. (If that doesn't whet your appetite for more story, I don't know what would, honestly. To be truthful, it's much less dramatic than it seems.) Except not really. Is it? I dunno. Maybe it is. Is it?

Allora (well), needless to say I'm off to the TF in about three weeks (thank God...weird?), and then my life takes me to darling Italia, where I should hopefully continue to write (in English, please) about the goings on there. With any luck, life will be a little less dramatic, significantly less busy, slightly more drunk, and substantially more enriching. I drive a hard bargain, I'm aware, so I'll be lucky to get a smattering of those. If anything, I can find comfort in the fact that I'll be teaching you readers Italian as I go. Already you know the most useful word in the human language for stalling. Allora.

I've sadly said nothing about where I'm at life-wise, and I don't have the time to begin at the moment. Rest assured in the fact that I'm terribly content with a lot of things. I'm just tired. Take that or leave it.

Gotta' Catch 'Em All!

I think I'm going to be dangerous soon. 

What I mean is that I am afraid I will soon become radioactive.

You know how when you heat things up in a microwave, what the appliance actually does is shoot a bunch of radiation through your food so it speeds up the particles? So in a way, food you eat from the microwave is actually semi-radioactive. My particles are on top speed right now, no joke- going so fast, when you put your eyes up to my semi-opaque window everything inside gets blurry and your eyes feel uncomfortable. Radioactive.

The close of this week will bring with it the close of King David in the Skirball Center, and the close of (hopefully) the most crazy period of my life. For someone who enjoys being busy all the time, I am not really enjoying being busy all the time. :) It's nice to never have to worry about what there is to do next, but honestly (as I realize I just forgot a ridiculously important thing I have to turn in that will now have to wait one MORE day), that gets old. And by old I mean exhausting and brimming with tediousness.

I've got a lot of necessary conversations and coffee dates to catch up on, so this had better be the end of 'late-night pokemon while I'm waiting in rehearsal' time. I'm sick of catching Geodudes.

Graham is doing well...happy that he is back in his own life. Our relationship is so funny anyway, it makes me glad that we can joke around still, even about the whole ordeal. My foremost wish for him is that he is happy with his life, even if he isn't immediately happy about everything going on around him. I'm more than ecstatic to go home to see him and the rest of the family (don't discount Java), and to just get some time to (maybe) dissect my life into the necessary pieces in order to begin to put it back together. I think right now I'm like the jar your little brother dropped and felt bad about, so he tried to put it back together with packaging tape and did a bang-up job of it. :)

But honestly, I am just really happy that I pulled off so many catchy metaphors in one blog. If that's not a testament to Mrs. High and all my other English teachers (even you, 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Stanley), I don't know what is. I'm still hung up on how clever the microwave tomfoolery was. And if you don't know that I'm being sarcastic by now...your name is probably Alanna Fox. Peace.

Vodka Sauce and a 1.5 Liter Waterbottle

There's been a lot in my life as of late. Including that time when the fire alarm just went off in my apartment. Luckily, I and my roommate and best friend, Jared, have a fail-safe plan to avoid the alarm setting off the entire building. Interested? Okay. SCENARIO: Fire Alarm goes off. AMAZING, TECHNICALLY FUTURISTIC PLAN: Jared sprints to the kitchen, armed with a spatula and an iron-like will to conquer the smoking foodstuff. Meanwhile, Jordan, who is busily occupied with numbing dread, swoops upon the futon, claws up the blanket, and begins creating a wind vortex near the alarm. In this way, the alarm is silenced and Jared and Jordan triumphantly consume their (in today's case) chicken nuggets with ranch.

In other and much more serious news, my brother, Graham, is making a miraculous recovery after having his twice-fractured skull fused back together. That alone was enough of a trial to change my life but add some tech week for NYU's Violet on top of that and you've got yourself a hefty package of Oh my God. Still, speaking of God, He's been a good guy to my family these last couple of weeks. Miracle after miracle, we really couldn't owe the big guy more. ANYWAY, in order to put the subject down gently I'll segue into a little about my thoughts in the present tense.

I spend too much money. Which, I believe, is a little uncontrollable considering my locale, where a bagel runs me almost 4. I drink too much coffee as well, which doesn't make Mom very happy. However, the alternative is sleeping through class, which isn't really an appealing priority. Regardless of these I'm still happy; perspective-wise, all those shenanigans mean nothing. I have my brother, alive, and I have a solid sense of self. Hanging out with a bunch of cool kids, some new and some old. I also have Jared's pasta and a big-ass Poland Spring.

Who needs much else?