Hiatus Over
Well … she’s baaack. I finally got the motivation to write in my blog again. When I came back to the site I was surprised to find that people were actually still reading my blog occaisionally, despite the fact that it hasn’t been updated for months. Where were they when I actually cared if someone read my blog?
Anyway, sorry to disappoint any of you that might care, but I’m not going to finish my last post because, quite honestly, I’ve forgotten all about what happened at the Pants Day Party - it was months ago now, and I don’t really give it much thought except when I’m joking around with the people who were there about them barfing all over the place. Plus, it’s hard to explain, but I don’t really feel like the same Kate that wrote that entry. I’ve changed in a way I can’t quite put my finger on, so I’m not going to try to pick up exactly as I was then.
Today I have more important things I need to write about, things I need to get off my chest. In layman’s terms - probably boring to everyone who doesn’t know me. So if you casual readers out there skip this one, I won’t be hurt. Still, who knows, maybe I’m more interesting than I think I am.
First and foremost, Meg has moved away! Not out of the state, but far enough that it’ll be a real effort to visit her when I finally get the time. You have no idea how sad that makes me. Or maybe you have, I suppose I shouldn’t presume. Ever since she moved I’ve been trying to find someone else to hang out with, but I’ve been spoiled by Meg. I have other friends, of course, but it’s not really the same. Meg and I still chat over Facebook sometimes thankfully, but Facebook chat sucks and keeps signing one or the other of us off halfway through a conversation, and it’s hard to pick up a really good conversation once it’s been dropped.
One thing I’m super grateful for, though, is that maybe a month and a half before Meg left, she got me to go to this improv workshop with her on Wednesday nights, which is right up my alley. I already take an acting class, but this is way more fun, because it’s not a class where you get lectured on every little thing you do wrong. You just get up, do your scene, maybe take a few small notes from Allan (the guy who runs it), and sit back down to watch someone else go. I have never laughed so much in my life as I do Wednesday nights, and laughing is my favorite thing to do.
I get the feeling the group was at least passably normal before Meg and I showed up, and then leave it to Meg to get the dirty jokes going, and leave it to me to jump on the bandwagon. Nowadays, even with Meg gone, improv mostly consists of thinly disguised innuendoes, one memorable example having something to do with a snail (don’t ask, I don’t remember it properly and it would just sound stupid if I tried to explain it). But you get the idea.
Well, it’s time for me to attend my Microbiology lecture, but maybe if you’re lucky and I feel like it I’ll come back afterward and get to the interesting stuff.
Anyway, sorry to disappoint any of you that might care, but I’m not going to finish my last post because, quite honestly, I’ve forgotten all about what happened at the Pants Day Party - it was months ago now, and I don’t really give it much thought except when I’m joking around with the people who were there about them barfing all over the place. Plus, it’s hard to explain, but I don’t really feel like the same Kate that wrote that entry. I’ve changed in a way I can’t quite put my finger on, so I’m not going to try to pick up exactly as I was then.
Today I have more important things I need to write about, things I need to get off my chest. In layman’s terms - probably boring to everyone who doesn’t know me. So if you casual readers out there skip this one, I won’t be hurt. Still, who knows, maybe I’m more interesting than I think I am.
First and foremost, Meg has moved away! Not out of the state, but far enough that it’ll be a real effort to visit her when I finally get the time. You have no idea how sad that makes me. Or maybe you have, I suppose I shouldn’t presume. Ever since she moved I’ve been trying to find someone else to hang out with, but I’ve been spoiled by Meg. I have other friends, of course, but it’s not really the same. Meg and I still chat over Facebook sometimes thankfully, but Facebook chat sucks and keeps signing one or the other of us off halfway through a conversation, and it’s hard to pick up a really good conversation once it’s been dropped.
One thing I’m super grateful for, though, is that maybe a month and a half before Meg left, she got me to go to this improv workshop with her on Wednesday nights, which is right up my alley. I already take an acting class, but this is way more fun, because it’s not a class where you get lectured on every little thing you do wrong. You just get up, do your scene, maybe take a few small notes from Allan (the guy who runs it), and sit back down to watch someone else go. I have never laughed so much in my life as I do Wednesday nights, and laughing is my favorite thing to do.
I get the feeling the group was at least passably normal before Meg and I showed up, and then leave it to Meg to get the dirty jokes going, and leave it to me to jump on the bandwagon. Nowadays, even with Meg gone, improv mostly consists of thinly disguised innuendoes, one memorable example having something to do with a snail (don’t ask, I don’t remember it properly and it would just sound stupid if I tried to explain it). But you get the idea.
Well, it’s time for me to attend my Microbiology lecture, but maybe if you’re lucky and I feel like it I’ll come back afterward and get to the interesting stuff.
Posted by in 20:23:02
You are very very professional.I dream i could do such a great job as you do.
highly readable and, in part, quite entertaining….the website is certainly worth a visit
How professional! I think I need to read and learn more in future.