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.