It's been a while

Dear Readership of Two (or is it even that much now?),
I'm sorry I haven't posted recently. I've been busy doing other things like being in a play and getting drunk and saying inappropriate things to the wrong people.
So let me update you on my life:
The Play: I was in (Wed)locked, a night of three one-acts, including A Marriage Proposal, The Wedding, and Split, by Anton Chekhov, Anton Chekhov and Michael Weller. I had an absolutely minuscule part- I played the bride in The Wedding, and I had two lines. A couple of days before we went up, I got another little part in Split, doing these little dialogues between scenes. The parts were small, but I got a couple of laughs, and that made them fun and worthwhile. I'm still learning how to do this acting thing, and most of the time I'm not very good. It's nice when people laugh when I do something funny.
The Cast Party: I had fun. I also said things I shouldn't have said about other people, and now I feel kind of terrible. You know that feeling where you don't know just how much a mess you've made of things, but you know it wasn't good? The feeling where you just want to make everything better but you can't because you are the one who messed up, and anyway, you don't know the people very well? The feeling where you kind of want to curl up in a ball of shame and never come out? Yeah, that's where I was yesterday. I need to learn to hold my tongue.
And Other Stuff: I have a shit-ton of homework. Right now I'm in the library, writing in here instead of doing research on the various tests for autism and autism spectrum disorders in toddlers. So I'm gonna go back to my article. In fifteen minutes, I'm going to go watch a play that I was supposed to be in, but I quit because I suck at life and responsibility.
Happy Sunday, everyone.

Really, She is From The Upper East Side

"I wish I were from somewhere exotic, like. . .Nebraska." -Dani

Hi-Larious

cbeth1713: i think i'll marry yogurt.
cbeth1713: but that would be a problem
cbeth1713: because then i would eat it.
cbeth1713: and that would be a waste of a good wedding
cbeth1713: oh man

I promised Manoli he'd make it into the blog. He will. Winter carnival was this weekend. It was fun.

Boston and Shopping and Oh, My!

Today I awoke at the unreasonably early hour of 8 o'clock to hop onto the Dartmouth Coach for the 9 o'clock bus down to Boston. The ride was uneventful, mostly because I slept the entire time. I was awake for the beginning and ending parts of the ride, however, which was exciting because it meant that I got to observe the woman next to me do her O.C.D. rituals. Now, my loyal readership of two knows that I have my own mental issues and I have no desire to mock other people, but when you count your bus tickets out loud 16 times (I know it was sixteen because she counted), and then count all the change in your wallet and then snap your fingers three times twice before the trip starts and before the trip ends, people notice. And it's kind of interesting to watch. Mostly 'cause I only ever really witness neuroses from the inside, so it's interesting to see someone else succumb to some mental health quirk and think "hey lady, calm down. you really don't need to do that."
Once we had all safely arrived in Boston, my mom picked me up at the bus stop, and drove me to this totally awesome store that she discovered in Roxbury. This store sells shirts that fit me and my ginormous boobs. It's kind of exciting.
Afterwards, my mom and I went to lunch at The Haley House Cafe. Their food is delicious, plus it led to an interesting conversation. Roxbury is a predominately black neighborhood. Haley House cafe was started in part by Didi Emmons, a local foodie who has a restaurant in Cambridge. As a result, a lot of people who wouldn't normally go to Roxbury go there to go to this cafe. A lot of those people were white. The clientele of the cafe is very diverse, but it doesn't really reflect the residents of the neighborhood, or the clientele of the other businesses in the area. Is that a good thing, or does it mean that we get a lot of white people in Roxbury feeling like they're being all hip and multicultural, but not really experiencing the cool things Roxbury has to offer that you couldn't find in other parts of Boston, like the Back Bay? Like Ashley Stewart, where I got my shirts, or the dollar store where we got clotheshangers and tupperware and 15 toothbrushes all for under ten dollars, or any of the variety of restaurants I discovered when I worked in Roxbury for a summer five years ago. Maybe it does help people discover Roxbury; we certainly wouldn't have found that store if we hadn't been going to the cafe. So maybe it does work. I don't know; it was just weird to see all those white people in the cafe after we had been the only white people in the stores, which were just across the street.
After that we went to see a production of The Cherry Orchard at the Huntington Theater. It was good, but only after the intermission, where I drank some coke. Before that, I was falling asleep.

Note: Sometimes I talk about race more frankly than is really appropriate. I don't think I did that in this post, but because this is the internet and you never know who reads these things, let me explain: when I was in high school, I spent a couple of summers working at The Food Project, an awesome organization that, among other things, raises issues of race awareness among teenagers. It got me thinking and talking, and I've been doing it ever since. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone or said something insensitive.

Posting

I haven't posted in a while, but it's not 'cause I don't have anything to say. It's 'cause I don't have time to say anything. I promise I'll blog something interesting soon!