Reasons why you should probably look at the schedule FIRST.

I'm on the website of the theatre that's doing Thoroughly Modern Millie... and it's a good thing I did. They have three dates for auditions. Monday and Wednesday, the auditions are 45 minutes away. Tuesday, they're 10 minutes away, but that's the day that I work at ULTA at night. So I can't do the Tuesday audition.

And then I'm looking at the run of the show... and it runs from August through October (oh yeah, long runs... five shows a week Wednesday thru Sunday) but I didn't realize that the Wednesday shows? Are at 11am. As in while I'm at my fulltime job. As in for two months, I'd have to take a vacation day so that I could do the show if I'm cast. Plus I'd have to quit ULTA because um I'm not doing a show, a full time job, and a part time job. No way. So what the heck am I going to do?

And the other theatre that I was going to audition for? Those auditions were on Saturday, but I had my friend's wedding to go to...so there was no way of doing that. Apparently they're having more auditions tomorrow because they wanted 35 people to fill out the cast, and they only had 25 show up. So they need more bodies. This show isn't a show that's really "my type" but their run is only a few weekends rather than two months... and the rehearsal schedule would probably be a bit easier. That way I'd only have to take a small ULTA hiatus if any (I can't afford an ULTA hiatus.. the other theatre with the Wednesday matinees is a paid position because it's a dinner theatre and the actors are the servers, so they make money on tips)

I don't mean to talk myself out of this audition, because I REALLY want to do it.. but if I get cast in the show? What's that going to mean for my full time job? I can't do eight or nine Wednesdays off in a row... unless I can make up my hours some other way. I don't know. I'm trying to see how this can work out, and I'm not coming up with anything. I don't know what to do. The dinner theatre I think I could possibly have a shot at a role. The theatre that's doing the show I'm not crazy about? No way in hell. I can't be a Swedish sexpot. I could be her spunky sister. Not a sexpot. That ain't happening...ever. Unless the director is blind.

World's Worst Break Up

No, not Gene and I... we're just fine. This is something from a long time ago.

Back when I was a freshman in high school, I was dating a junior. I got to go to the prom as a freshman, and I thought I was the coolest thing ever. This guy was very attractive...and very weird. He now has a spike protruding from his chin and other metal appendages. We had this routine. 6h Period, I had Health class...and I sat in the very back of the room, which was adjacent from the boys bathroom. He was in I think History, and he would get the hall pass, slip a note in my locker, and then wave to me on his way to the restroom.

On that fateful day... he didn't use the hallpass. In the three months (which is like years in high school time) we dated, that was the only day that he didn't wave to me from the hall. I knew something was horribly wrong. And there wasn't a note in my locker. Instead, this one girl that I did drama with whom I didn't really get along that well with handed me a sealed envelope with my name on it, and told her that my ex (not The Ex) had given it to her in the hallway. He was no where to be found. He left school after 6th period, because he had 7th and 8th period study halls and juniors and seniors are allowed to leave school if that happens.

The letter inside was, looking back, the funniest break up letter I've ever received. I was so distraught over the whole thing that I burnt the letter when I got home. I really wish I still had it for blackmail purposes. He gave me every single excuse for breakup that I could think of:

It's not you it's me.

You deserve so much better.

I just don't know how to love.

I think you're smothering me and I need to feel free this summer.

You need someone who knows how to love you.

And my personal favorite: MY PARENTS ARE GETTING A DIVORCE AND I JUST CAN'T BE IN A RELATIONSHIP RIGHT NOW. And then he added, "please don't say anything to my sister... she doesn't know."

Seriously? Your parents are getting a divorce and that's why we can't date? It's a bit backwards and sounds like he needs some serious therapy. At the time, I didn't really understand the divorce thing because my parents were "happily" married (HA! they're divorced now). But it seemed very backwards to want to stop having a relationship because of that.

I don't mean for it to sound like I'm mocking divorce. I'm not. I'm mocking the fact that this guy made up his parents divorce to feel better about dumping me. That's right...his parents are still married. And I didn't say anything to his sister. I was loyal. I wonder what she would think though. I did talk to her that night, and despite the fact that we weren't really friends, she made me feel better about everything.

I found out later (ironically from The Ex) that he broke up with me because he was going to Norway for the summer (where his father is from) and he intended to fool around with girls over there. The Ex actually convinced my Norweigan Prince to break up with me... because this gem of a human being wasn't going to break up with me. He said since it was a different country, it didn't count. What a loser.

What is the worst excuse you've ever received for a breakup? I have yet to find one that I think is funnier than "My parents are getting a divorce."

When you're the best of friends...

My ultra geeky Maryland Sheep and Wool festival was a lot of fun. I was actually a little nervous that it was going to be a nightmare. I was not looking forward to waking up at 5am to drive for two hours, but it ended up being very nice! And I procured some nice yarn... felt some YAK YARN (which by the way is the softest yarn I've ever felt IN MY ENTIRE LIFE... and also ultra expensive), and I talked myself out of learning how to spin my own yarn. Because I think this hobby is slowly growing into an obsession.

But enough about yarn and knitting.

I had one of the most awkward experiences ever the other day. And while it isn't Totally Awkward Tuesday by Tova Darling, I'm sharing it anyway.

I went to see my little sister's musical... and one of the people I used to be very close to was there. She and I basically haven't really spoken in about 8 years. We've recently come back into contact, but she still doesn't get that she significantly hurt me in high school. More on that later. We all go to Applebee's after the show (it's tradition... they know we're coming) and this girl, her fiance, her brother, and our mutual friend Mandy are all there. So Mandy says to me "Oh my gosh, I have to tell you! You'll really appreciate this." She goes on to tell me about how her friend (with whom she had a similar falling out) that she hasn't said a single word to in 8 years called her up, told her about how much their friendship met, yadda yadda yadda, will you sing at my wedding?

I almost fell out of my chair. Mainly the girl that I hadn't been speaking to asked me to sing at her wedding. And i said yes because I don't know how to say no.. and because we were really close... and I do really miss her. Mandy adds that it's funny in her situation because she and her friend hadn't worked things out the way that my friend and I had. Except that we really haven't. Because she's never apologized for being a horrible friend. It took all of my will power not to start laughing at the irony of it all.

Now my "friend" is pulling the poor little me act and saying "did you really hate me that much?" And no, I didn't... I was just really really hurt. Because here I am, trying so hard to stay friends with this person who would rather spend time with other people. I called her when my high school boyfriend and I finally broke up, and she hung up on me. I think I'm quite justified in not speaking to her for almost four years. I'm such a coward though, because I can't call her up and say "This is why I was so mad at you for so long." When I tried explaining it 8 years ago, she laughed at me. And now it all seems so trivial and stupid, that I've just decided to not let it bother me anymore.

It doesn't help that both Gene and my two best friends despise this girl... think I shouldn't sing at her wedding... and think that I should just stop speaking to her again. But I still miss her...

Oh I wish that I wasn't such a slacker...

I'm making progress in my yoga challenge... my company hosts many different websites, and one new one that we just added is a service where you can buy gift certificates for local business at half price. One of the businesses is a local yoga studio that's about 1/2 mile from work...and the gift cert is good for four classes. I emailed them my situation (read: OWWWWW MY BACK HURTS!!!) and that I have *some* previous yoga experience, but was concerned about whether or not I should take Hatha or Vinyasa classes. They said both would be okay... and I think I've decided that I'm going to do two of each. Also this Saturday they're having "free class day" so I'm probably going to stop in there at some point and check the place out. I'm very excited.

Other than the yoga-ing, everything else has been pretty stagnant. I'm not a very healthy eater... at all... and I'm not very active... at all. I used to be. I used to be so active. And I'm just not anymore. I feel like such a slacker... I don't exercise, I don't read as much as I'd like, and I don't eat as well as I'd like. But it's hard when you can't eat fruit. I have all of these plans of being so self sufficient... making my own sweaters and clothing and all this nonsense. But it all seems like so much work. And i love knitting, don't get me wrong, but I've found myself picking all of these ridiculously complicated patterns that I probably couldn't possibly do.

I have at least CUT OUT the pieces for my dress. Now I just need to put the interfacing on all the bodice pieces... and start actually sewing. Maybe this weekend. Maybe. We'll see. I'll try my best to post progress pics, but we'll see. I did however get this ADORABLE dress at the Anne Taylor LOFT Outlet by my mother's house... it's a white sundress with blue and purple flowers... and I have shoes that match PERFECTLY and it's going to go PERFECTLY with two cardigan sweaters I have on my queue, one of which is SO FLIPPING COMPLICATED it isn't even funny. If you're a knitter... it's a seamless side-construction. You start with the sleeves... you get to the end of the sleeve where it would connect to the body, do a crochet provisional cast-on, and attached to the sleeve, and then keep on going. And then do the other side. And then kitchener stitch it together. WHAT?!?! I'm a little freaking out about it.

More Joys of Homeownership

Since Gene and I have a house now, and not a one bedroom leaky piece of crap apartment, we're slowing trying to update our furniture. I hijacked my mother's dining set in favor of the 5+ years old Walmart special that I had in college, and last year for Christmas, Daddy Dearest bought Gene and me a couch (well, gift certificate to a furniture store, not so much the couch itself)

This year for Christmas (yes, I realize it's now the end of March) Daddy Dearest gave us VISA gift cards instead of a gift cert to a particular furniture store, since so many stores were going out of business. We haven't done anything yet.

Today I went to a few furniture stores to brows TV console stands... because at the moment we have a Target black particle board special. It's functional, and it works for the most part, but it looks cheap, and I'd like to have wood, or looks like actual wood and not luan veneer. Two store had a few reasonably priced pieces, but for the most part it was all over $1000. For a TV console. Not a full entertainment center with many many shelving units, just a TV console.

Why is it that people will pay this much money? Do Thomasville and Bassett and all of these high end stores come and clean your house for you? I understand that a nice piece of furniture is an investment, and that it will last years and years... but I just feel like I'm being completely taken advantage of. Plus as soon as these sales people discovered that I'm doing my homework pre-purchase, they couldn't run away from me faster. I'm the only person in the store. One person when I told him that I was looking for TV consoles, and made it clear that I was doing preliminary shopping, just pointed. He just said "Oh, it's over there." and that was it. Now, at ULTA, I'm not on commission, but if someone who has never been in the store before can't find something, I walk them to it. Because that's good customer service. Just pointing? That's rude.

At the moment, I'm debated going to an unfinished furniture store and doing my own staining. I know how to stain. I think I did a damn fine job of staining (and schlacking) the tables in my parents' ex-restaurant. I'm a handy person. I know how to use powertools... and paint... and stain... and... stuff. It just annoys me when these places don't have any prices listed on their websites. It's why I went to two of the stores I did during my lunch break today, because they had nothing listed on their website as far as price goes. The unfinished furniture place has new stuff all the time, so it makes sense that they don't list prices... because their inventory is always changing.

Anyway... if I decide to do a DIY staining marathon, I'll let you know. I'm all about doing things yourself, especially if you know what you're getting yourself into. I love watching the trading spaces and DIY shows because most of the time these people have NO CLUE what they're doing, and it ends up looking half-assed. Mine won't look like that, right?

The Magical Radio Faerie

Yes, I spell "fairy" like "faerie."

One of my responsibilities at the station is to write, produce, and put in commercials. Oftentimes, they will come fully produced from an outside production company. The email correspondance that I had between myself and one of our clients was hilarious.

Client (on Wednesday): We should have the spot to you by Thursday. We had some production issues, but it should be fine tomorrow.

Client (on Thursday): Sorry, we're still waiting for the spot to be reproduced again. Is it all right if it is slightly over :60?
Me: No. It really needs to be right at :60 because our station is set up for :30 and :60 only. If we get a spot that is :65, it will get cut off.

Client (on Friday at 4:35): Here's the spot! Sorry for the delay!

I'm relieved, because it's late on a Friday, and I already have to stay later than usual because I'm having someone come in to record a commericial at 5:00. I upload the commercial to our program, I'm about to label it, when I notice something that I am convinced is wrong. There's no way that it says that.

There's no way that this commercial that I told this woman cannot be over :60 under any circumstances is 2:06.

It is. It's TWO MINUTES AND SIX SECONDS LONG. And I listen to it... and it's horribly produced!! I call the account executive and I'm panicking because it needs to run this weekend. And he says "Well, just cut it." JUST CUT IT? It's a FULLY PRODUCED SPOT. I can't JUST CUT IT. But I manage to do it. I'm not sure exactly how, but I manage to cut a 2:06 spot down to :59.

I don't know why these people think that I can perform miracles. They really must believe in the existance of the Production Faerie. The Production Faerie comes down and makes everything they want possible.

Welcome to my home. You must be Crazy.

I think everyone has that one person in their life that makes their skin boil. For me it's The Ex... and I've never met Gene's, until last night. He has this ex-girlfriend, and we're just going to call her Crazy. I've heard a lot about Crazy, but I've never actually met her. She grew up in the neighborhood we live in now, and her parents still live here. Gene was completely infatuated with her from when he was 14 until he was about 25? They dated for a while, but this girl could get Gene to do anything.

Crazy is very manipulative, and very needy. She needs to be reassured all the time. And she gets that reassurance by cheating on her significant other constantly. Which is fine, you know, some people have very low self esteem and need that kind of physical contact. I'm not judging her there. I have my fair share of compulsive cheaters who are my friends.

I'm judging the belligerant drunkeness that had her shove her face against our door at 1am yesterday and say "I see you bitches on the couch! HELLO!! Aw, C'mon!!!" and then she went away. Crazy didn't even give us the chance to get off the couch and open the door. Why I was awake at 1am I'm not quite sure, especially since it's 7am now and I'm about to go to work. But that's not the point. The point is Crazy knows where we live... and she pressed her face against my door. And then proceeded to scream my name (not Gene's name... my name...) all the way down the neighborhood until, we assume, she got to her mother's house.

Gene was half tempted to march down to her mothers and rip her a new one, but that would be feeding into it. Gene's basically cut Crazy off since he met me. He hasn't spoken to her in 5 years, and we did not attend her wedding last year. He's erased all numbers for her, and he's changed his email address. She hasn't really gone out of her way to get in touch with him either though...only when she needs something from him does she talk to him or try to talk to him. I'm just a little disturbed, though, that this insane belligerant drunk A. knows where I live, B. knows my name, and C. had the nerve to violate my space! On what planet is this acceptable behavior?

The Ex.

There's this guy I dated all throughout high school, and granted, it's been about eight years since we've broken up, but there are things that he did to me that still have me completely messed up today. Between this guy and my father, I don't know which one gave me more trust issues. I'm not going to use this exes name. Instead, we're going to call just call him The Ex, because out of all my exes, he's the only one I'll ever bitch about. One I'm still very good friends with (even though he cheated on me), one is a youth minister and married with babies (even though when we dated he was goth. that's just amusing), one is too self-obsessed to be angry, and one I'm kind of friends with, but he's just plain weird.

Basic backstory with The Ex... we dated for almost two years when I was a junior and senior in high school. He was a senior when I was a freshman, but he moved across the country to go to school. We dated while he was across the country, and our relationship was amazing then. He came home in the summer and for Christmas. Our first Christmas together, his Christmas present to me was that he was moving back home after graduating with his associates degree. I wasn't excited enough about it, and he got mad at me. I guess I just assumed that he would be moving home. He would always get upset with me whenever I didn't exclaim with joy every time he called or came home. I guess he expected me to cry. Whatever.

One summer, there was this incident. He had just come home, but I had made plans that day already to spend the night at a friends. We started drinking (I was 17... bad plan, I know) and the girls decided to go swimming, except I had no bathing suit. So we decided to go skinny dipping and not tell the boys. The boys followed us. I told The Ex, and he got all kinds of upset, and rightly so. But didn't break up with me. Instead, we stayed together for a whole year and he held it against me every chance he got. He made me feel so low and so bad about myself... he had me completely trained. I even slept with the jackass so that he'd trust me again. Huge mistake. For eight years, I've wanted to have it out with this guy. At least twice a month, he'd try to break up with me, and I'd beg him not to. Until the last time. He said something cryptic like "I think you know what I want, and I think you want the same thing" and I finally said, "Fine. Never talk to me again." and hung up. Later on that summer, he showed up at my first college party (we called it Kidnapping, it was a tradition in the theatre program I was in) and made me feel awful. I left that party after 10 minutes. I never ahd my chance to really tell him how I felt, and since then I've never been able to really trust people because I always feel like they're trying to control me.

Recently, he showed up on one of my various networking sites... and he started passive aggressively posting cryptic things about me on it. The guy still acts like he's 15. He's 28. I tried being nice earlier and extending an olive branch... because it bothers me that someone hates me as much as he does, despite the fact that I have every right to want to punch him in the face. He ignored my olive branch. So the second time, after the passive agressiveness, I sent him another message that was like "Look, asshole, if you want to be all passive aggressive about me, then fine, but grow the hell up and say it to my face you coward." And other nasty things about how he's controlling and how he's totally screwed me up in the head.

This was his response: Hello. What r u talkin about? No one said anything about fighting.I was told people were talking about me and there is no reason for it. If some one has something to say about me then say it to me. Seems as tho you are trying to start a fight, however i am not. So there will be no fight. Sorry. I don't appreciate people talking about me. Let's be grown up. Aside from all that crap what's new with u?

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT???? AND THEN! After a very confused "what the hell?" response from me, I get this: There isn't hatred towards you.It's in our past so let's just leave it there. Yea there are a few things unresolved but it was a long time ago so I put that stuff behind me and move on from anything that bothers me in life. Radio huh? As in a radio station on the radio? That's sweet. My brother did that for a couple years. Speaking of acting I ran into Maria not too long ago, she's traveling all over the place acting. What fruit can't u eat? I'm allergic to shrimp but I still eat it... yea i break out in rashes n itch alot but that's why I bring Bendryl to Red Lobster.....last week it did not work and I paid the price. It was good tho.

One of two things is happening here. Either 1. He has matured and is a nice human being. I do not trust this one bit. I know him better than to think that he is a nice human being and has matured. Which leaves 2. This is his passive aggresive plot to have him come out of this smelling like a rose and make me feel awful about myself yet again. I responded to his last reponse with a very nice message. This was a few weeks ago. I'm still waiting for a response. This supports my #2 theory. He hasn't gotten over it, he just doesn't want to take any responsibility, and he wants to come out looking like the better person. I hate people like that.

The Joys of Homeownership

Gene and I have this Home Warranty...which so far has been WONDERFUL. Shortly after we moved into the house, we were seeing water damage under the tub. Luckily, it wasn't anything serious at all... just a bit of caulk that was loose. But the plumber snaked our drain for us since he was out there already, which normally would have cost $300+ but instead only cost us $55. So when we started having strange water-heater issues, we're thinking "Oh good... if our water heater goes, we can just get a new one for $55."

The same company that snaked our drain came out to look at the water heater. I took a half work-from-home day and worked on some PSA stuff at home so I wouldn't lose the day. And I got to listen to my friend who's on a soap opera while doing my job, so that's always fun. The plumber, whose name I think was Chad, came up from my basement with a very pained look on his face. And he tells me that I need a new water heater, but it's because of a calcification, which is not covered under the warranty. So I need to shell out $1000 for a new water heater (that includes installation) Luckily... I have that much saved, so I don't have to take this out of pocket. Unfortunately...that's all I have in my savings, so...

The only good part of yesterday, and really what made everything all right, was that I could lick the World Series Trophy. The station I work for was sponsoring an appearance of the World Series Trophy, so Gene and I headed over the the mall to see the trophy. We ended up going into the restaurant that the station was having dinner at beforehand, and we didn't have to wait in line to get our picture taken at all! We showed up just in time... in 2 minutes they were taking the trophy to the center court of the mall where there was a line almost the length of the mall. There were easily 1000 people in line. Sometimes, working in radio has its perks.

Here's the trophy in all it's glory:

Is it Saturday now?

By 9AM this morning... I was ready for it to be 5:30. This is the first chance I've had to breathe all day. I'm already going to have to stay late. Good thing Gene asked if we could have soup and sandwiches for dinner. Anything more difficult than that and I might have gone a little more nuts.

I'm so not ready for Thursday. I still have the baby blanket for my boss to finish (I'm like maybe 60% done. I hope it won't take too long...) and slippers for our receptionist who retired after 27 years by Wednesday. Actually, I have to finish those TONIGHT. The slippers I can work on Tuesday at work (I cover the receptionist desk at lunchtime and I can't use the programs I need on that computer, so I knit or read). Plus I need to super clean my house tonight since I'm working at ULTA tomorrow and Wednesday I'm not going to be home. I don't have a lot to do... just with all the knitting it feels like I'll never get it all done.

The Christmas party was fine. I actually ended up winning $200 in gift certificates to a local jeweler. So I'm getting something pretty for Christmas! They kept showing Gene $10,000 engagement rings. I know that's not what I'm getting... but he looked at some while he was there, and the sales people kept giving him a hard time and kept showing him things that were 3-4times the budget! He kept saying "I have $x that I want to spend... what will that get me?" and they were like "oooh isn't this pretty? This is only $5000." Seriously? I mean I know that it's your job to sell a fancier ring, but if someone says I only want to spend x, it's probably because they are never ever going to pay $5000 on one piece of jewelry. I'm not a fancy girl. I don't need antique setting and platinum. White gold, princess cut. And pretty. That's all I ask for.

Christmas Party Meltdown...

I'm finally getting to go to the company Christmas party. I've been invited for the past 4 years, but this is is the first year I've been able to go.

Year 1, 2004: Junior year in college... Gene was working for the station and it was his second Christmas party. My boss now was getting married the next day, so he was picking me up from school in Allentown PA Friday night, we were driving down to go to the Christmas Party and then going to the wedding the following day. I was on my way to the mall that I worked at to pick up my paycheck and on my way home, my antilock breaks locked (hmm...?) and I totalled my car. We didn't make it to the Chrsitmas party that year.

Year 2, 2005: Senior year in college... the previous year I skipped "Scholarship Audition Day" at my college theatre. We orchestrate the audition process for incoming freshmen at my school and take them on tours, make them feel comfortable, time them, etc. We also do two performances from a student directing class. The year before I asked for my play to be taken out of consideration since I knew I wouldn't be able to go at all. But I wasn't missing my last year, so I told Gene I couldn't go to the party.

Year 3, 2006: My first year at the station. I had theatre tickets to see 42nd Street at the Walnut Street Theatre. My dad has season tickets, and I had both seats for the Christmas show that year. I was actually not too impressed by 42nd Street. I've found that I don't really like that show as a whole... it just stops.

Year 4, 2007: My second year at the station. Again, I had theatre tickets. I don't remember what show it was. I'm not even sure if it was Walnut or not. It could have been DTC.

Year 5, 2008: My third year at the station... and finally I'm able to go. Except things aren't going so well. It's 4:49 at the moment... and I still need to drive home, put my face on, fix my hair, and put on my cute pretty dress. And I have AEs putting contracts in to start this weekends. For spots that I still need to produce. Which means I also have to change all of the promos. Do these people realize how long it takes me to make my hair look pretty!? When it's been rainy all day!? It takes a while! I have big frizzy hair in the rain! I'm a little disgruntled. I only wish it was a cash bar tonight.

A little introduction

So, I'm new here. Never really blogged before, but after a friend of mine started a blog (which I'll most likely link) I decided to start one as well. I'd like to leave myself fairly anonymous, since well, I can be catty. And I'd like to not get in trouble. But I need an outlet. I'll tell you that I check off the 18-25 box, I live in the Northeast, and I used to be an actor. For a long time. Not a professional actor, mind you, but it was how I defined myself for so long.

I gave up acting midway through college. I still finished my theatre degree, but I had decided midway through my sophomore year that I didn't want to act professionally anymore. Not even a little. So I gave it up. I never wanted to seriously move to NYC or LA, so I figured why bother? I did audition for a few regional theatres around the area, but for fun not money. Now I'm working at a job I moderately like (sometimes it gives me high blood pressure. But only sometimes). I lived at a place I hated, and recently bought (yikes!) a place I love. And I live in sin with my boyfriend of a long time. I am in no hurry to get married and don't feel that I should be rushed by anyone. I have no moral opposings to living with someone, in fact, I think it's kind of stupid not to live with someone before you marry them. My parents and his parents have no moral opposings to us living together either, and it was his grandmother's idea... so... I think we aren't going to hell. Not for that, at least.

I've decided that this blog might be a little rant-y. It is, after all, my outlet for things I'm not allowed to say out loud. It's my Inner Monoblog. I think I'm going to change my headline to that if I can.. I just came up with it, and I like it a lot. You might have noticed that I tend to not use complete sentences. While I'm a complete grammar Nazi, I tend to type as a speak... and sometimes we speak in phrases, not sentences. Especially me. You do it, too... don't lie.

Well.. that's me. Basically. There is more, but I need material to post about, now, don't I? I have lots of baggage. Lots of it. If someone else (or me) wrote about my life...it would probably be really funny. It isn't so much funny at the time, but at least I know how to look back at myself and laugh. I think that's an important quality for someone to have.