I’m trying not to live life according to song lyrics. That’s always a bad idea.

TWO WEEKS. I was doing so well with my updating and posting. I’ve been cheating on this blog with my journal. Not my Livejournal, mind you, my real-life journal. Getting all my facts and fictions, crises and carousing and crushings down on actual paper takes me back to the days of drinking black coffee, sweaty palms and hand cramps.

I performed on stage! It was terrifying and I wanted to vomit all day, but I did it. It was as part of the Sit-ins, featuring Oh, Science! They were, of course, amazing. And super supportive. Playing along with myself and other first-timer, Will (who’s in Troupon, more on Troupon later), were two level-one students, one of which had never seen an improv show. She was FEARLESS. I want to be her when I grow up. Screw all this, “WAH I’M SCARED!” business.

I didn’t let anyone know where I was performing or what time. I’m not ready for people I know to see me on stage yet. So Daniel respected that, but wanted to surprise me and celebrate afterward. He showed up to wait outside The Hideout with a bottle of wine in this bag.

Which was sweet, right? Only thing was, I had my show at Coldtowne. This is what I get for keeping my mouth shut. Shot-down surprises.

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The other really! big! thing! that happened to me last week was being picked for “Quote of the Day” on the Obama campaign website. I’m trying to donate every time I get angry at the news (which, albeit, is a lot) and I made a comment to illustrate my point:

And then this happened:

I ran around the office like a big dork, but at the end of the day, I made two people, TWO donate to the campaign. (One again, the other, for the first time.) A small difference, but a difference nonetheless.

So there’s that.

Improv, stage fright and President Obama. ¡SI SE PUEDE!