• I love writing things in bullet form.
• Allison is on the phone with me right now.
• My mom and dad are the best.
• Spring break has sprung!
• I want some new mascara.
• There is snow outside.
• I have nothing else to report.
  

hehe thank you mom

Well I had to do a dry run and see how the jell-o shots would turn out, so thanks to funding by my dearest mother I know that the party will not suck. Now that my task is complete, I'm gonna go to sleep. Love you mommy!

There's always room for Jell-o

Test run of Jell-o shots done by ME, today. Still waiting for the Jell-o to set, mmm. I think it is the best way to have a drink. I really don't have much else to say.

Proof.

It is official, I have proof that I may be even slightly funny, on cue no less! Most of you reading this probably already know because I shouted it from metaphorical rooftops (my basement apartment), but I am now a student of the Conservatory program at Second City for improv and sketch comedy. BOOYA! I am beyond excited about this. And I really don't know what else to say right now other than I'm very very happy with myself for doing this, yay me, and yay everyone in my life for always being there. I'm so sappy. I love you all.

Because I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it, I'm bad.

I have returned to Chicago. And was delighted to be greeted with massive amounts of snow on the sides of the street where I park. So I hauled my car over what felt like a foot of snow and sort of waddled on it before settling. And then dragging my ass and bags to my apartment I'm greeted by even more snow, pretty much blocking the way to my door, HILARIOUS! So I sort of stumbled over it and it was just such a sight that I took pictures...






Fun stuff. Anyhoo, my aunt and uncle and cousin Georgia treated me to a DELICIOUS steak dinner, really glad I didn't give into the temptress of the Wisconsin highway, Culver's. They made skirt steak with twice baked potatoes and my stomach is still doing a happy dance of joy. Earlier today I made my, NOT YOURS BETTY CROCKER, my Oven-baked Puffy Apple Pancake for me, Liz, and Kit! It was tremendously delicious and fueled my body for the long drive ahead. Yay! Oh and my mail was frozen. Haha.

VagDay

So I'm up in door County sitting next to Liz and Kit (Hotel Kiz) watching a 'Cheaters' marathon full of red velvet cake and pasta. Deelish. Liz and I are going down to Green Bay tomorrow to try on wedding gowns. YAY! I will try to sneak pictures of Liz and I in dresses, I won't be in wedding gowns but if they have bridesmaid dresses I'll be in those. 'Cheaters' is a great show, it spies on people that are suspected by their partners of cheating. And then they confront their cheating boyfriend/girlfriend. It's awesome. Liz has her hand down her pants right now. Sick. But I love her. Roadtrip tomorrow, woo. Hmm well at the moment I cannot think of much else to other than I'm having a grand old time, we inflated a green condom I picked up at a gas station. That was cool.

Ugly funny.

Well, Mummy, I can't exactly explain the scene because writing out what happened in an improv scene instantly takes away any funniness the scene had, and if I take away the funny from my scene then the auditors will only remember me a guy and a girl standing on stage talking about something that they thought had previously had the taste of humor but for some reason the taste was gone. I don't question it, comedy is like magic, mysterious and possibly nonexistent. But the base of the scene was, roommates who each had a fear of a different types of cleaning (dishes, laundry, vacuuming) due to past events.