Faking It

I don't really have any superstitions, I just don't think the world works that way. But we're doing Macbeth next season and I know some of my friends who read this blog just cringed because I wrote the name and you can't even write the name! Don't say it, don't think it, don't write it, don't even breathe!! Because it's cursed and you'll have to do some sort of dance or spit in all directions of the wind while wearing puka shells and throwing yourself into oncoming traffic to get rid of the curse that comes from the Scottish play.  But there is this thing that I started doing in high school that I still do for no reason at all. At this point it's like a weird reflex. So in high school, when me and my friends would be out driving around if we went through a yellow light we would kiss our hands and slap the roof. I know one of us started it and eventually all of us did it, but I'm sure I'm the only holdout (read: loser) who sti...

Today is my dear friend Monica's birthday!! She is my friend that I've known the longest in my life and I'm hers. Isn't that weird? We met in Junior High, we were pals, besties in high school, kept in touch in college, and I will always consider her one of my best friends. And today's her birthday!! We're not just friends because at this point we both know too much, but because she's one my favorite people ever. She's hilarious and fun, she's smart and talented, she's gorgeous and has amazing taste in jewelry, even better taste in men because I adore her husband (super rare tbh), and I just love being around her. Mindy Kaling said it best when she said that, "best friend isn't a person, it's a tier" and lucky me, I have so many amazing people on that tier these days. These people stick around through the best and worst points in my life and my first confession of the day is that I don't let them in the way I should and I...

For the most part, I love being a vegetarian. It was a good decision for me. In saying this, I don't care what other people eat which could possibly make me the worst vegetarian in the world. But what really makes me the worst is that if the only thing to eat is pepperoni pizza, I'll pick the pepperoni off. Or the fact that I cook meals for people with meat in them because I would never force anyone to eat vegetarian who didn't want to. But there are some things about being a vegetarian that really suck. Confession: I feel like a nuisance at every single event ever. Going to any event as a vegetarian really sucks. I'm a very good guest. I'm very polite and I try not to make life harder for the host. And as much as I love to make a scene (and boy do I), I hate when it's about how I'm not eating anything. I have to hoard the single vegetarian item because even though everyone can eat both varieties of Spring rolls, I can only eat the vegetarian kind so q...

I've been Faking It for a year now. This time last year, I was driving to Tempe to have breakfast with a friend on their birthday. At the time though, we really weren't that close; I wanted us to be, but we weren't yet. So I got down to Chompies and sat in the parking lot listening to NPR because I was super early. I'd been thinking about writing again. About picking up the blog and trying again. The day before this breakfast, I'd logged on for the first time in almost a year and changed some of the formatting. I changed the background and updated my picture, nothing changed about my bio; that was and will always be true, unfortunately. But I didn't know what to call it, because I didn't know what to write about. When I first started the blog, I had been drawn to a quote by e.e. cummings "in my end is my beginning" and that was what I called the blog. Grad school was ending, and while I've always believed I'm living my life now, not ...

I love words. Words have power. Words matter. Words are everything. And some of them are super gross. Everyone is already thinking about the word "moist." I know you are. And if you weren't, you are now. To be perfectly honest though, I don't really hate a lot of words. I like words. Not many hit my ear wrong the way they do to other people. I have no problem with "moist." I can hear someone describe some brownies as "moist" and grab one to eat. I even like awful words because they evoke so much emotion. Words like "congeal" or "squirt," "secrete," "vomit" they all make you think of that thing, or a time when you barfed and it was awful, or something else that you don't need to share with us even though it's Confession Tuesday... ...  so I started thinking which words instead make me uncomfortable. And here's my very small list. 1. Hubby . Dear God, why? Why does anyone ever use this horri...

I'm not sure I feel like an adult. Sometimes I think I am; when people ask my advice or it's very apparent that I'm the oldest person in the room. But I was talking to my new boss yesterday about my work history and I couldn't help but think, "holy crap! That's some grown up stuff." But it didn't stick. All morning I couldn't shake the feeling that I'm just not acting my age or... I don't even know. But then I thought about what I did last night... Confession: I had two glasses of wine and was asleep by 8:15. The only reason I knew there was a storm last night was because my friend texted me after almost dying it and woke me up around 8:45... ..I did have a big weekend though! We opened the Miscast Concert on Friday, immediately following I had my first Improv show, then two Miscasts on Saturday, Improv rehearsal Sunday morning, Miscast Sunday afternoon, and then I did some work around the studio to get them ready for the next show. T...