What a lovely unplanned evening!

I had a very wonderful friday night tonight.
It was charmingly unplanned.
I left at 5 o'clock in order to walk to Swirlz Cupcakes. I wanted to walk because I needed to work off some of those calories. Also, I really do enjoy walking. It's not as bad as most people make it out to be.
Anywho, I was walking past the Steppenwolf, where my friend Julia works, and I sent her a little text message. She told me she wasn't there, normally, but at the Time Line Theater. Then she invited me to come see the Front Page!
So I did!
I stopped at Swirlz, grabbed 2 cupcakes, one for her, and one for me. Then I jumped on the train, so I could have time to get dinner, and see the show, and I went to retrieve a free slice of pizza. Then I walked from the pizza place to the theater. It was lovely.
The show was good.
And it was so good to see Julia. :)
Hurray for such a good night!

Don't mind me, I just have very large boobs.

I was listening to this podcast and I'm outraged at people who aren't ok with breasts. Just in general. It's not ok that you're not ok with breasts.

And one woman went as far as saying "There is no greater crime then to show cleavage."
REALLY?

I can think of one right of the top of my head. MURDER! That's a horrible horrible crime! Don't tell me that showing the space between my (awesome) breasts is a greater crime than murder.

Honestly, it's not. And I'm really mad that someone would say such a thing. I don't know why.
I mean this is something that I don't have control over. . . Well I guess I do have control over it, but I'm not going to do anything about it because it costs at least 6 grand in order for me to get a breast reduction.

Don't mind me. I'll just go spend $6000 on a boob job so that YOU will not feel so threated by me.

You know what. YOU should go get that boob job. You know why? Because you're really just jealous of my awesome breasts, and it costs less money to get bigger boobs than it does smaller boobs. ($3000)

I just am really really really really really annoyed at any person to say such a stupid thing. I'm also annoyed at the man who told me my sophomore year of college that my breasts were too big to be attractive. Guess what. I hate both of you. You're both wrong.

You better believe I am posting an awesome cleavage picture.

Spiders, Earthquakes, Tornadoes and Volcanoes

When I used to think about moving out of state, I always did a lot of research of the state that could be my future state of residence. The research involves what type of spiders are there, what are the chances of a tornado, is it on an active fault line, is there a volcano nearby and is it active or dormant.

And this is probably because I am paranoid.

But I realized as I walked out of the bathroom last night, and let out a small yelp when there was a scary spider on the wall, that I did not do any such research on the state of Illinois.

I just up and moved here.
Which seems so weird to me, because a year ago I got this scholarship to the Second City. And I was really excited that I would get to take a trip all by myself to a big city. But at the same time I thought weeeeeellllll it's a big city, and I don't really like big cities...
But what are vacations for to get away.

The then all the sudden within 3 days of being in Chicago I got off the train one morning and I thought "I'm going to live here." Which was weird because I've never really thought that about any place before.
And by the time I was leaving Chicago, I was getting all teary eyed because I didn't want to leave and it was the most beautiful big cities I've ever been to.


I find it so obscure that I never had the desire to even go to Chicago. Like it was never ever on my list of places to even visit, let alone live in.

But I am so happy that I live here now.
And yeah, times get weird when I think "If I didn't leave Utah I could still show up on a friend's doorstep with a red box and ice cream unannounced and they'd let me in and we'd watch the movie and eat the ice cream" But I also think that it's cool that I'm feeling sad, in Chicago. :)

I should be getting ready but...

I'm sitting on my bed. Naked. Blogging.

Stop Crying! Cry baby!

I got an email with instructions for a class I'm taking. There was one part of the email that was really funny. And I literally laughed out loud. And it was a good belly laugh too. Then like all of the sudden I started to cry. And it was like a break down in tears cry.

Audience Participation

I just need to write this little bit before I go out and explore this beautiful day.

I am not a fan of audience participation bits where I'm pulled on stage. When it happens to other people that's fine. If I'm the asshole of the performer that pulls someone on stage, that's fine too. I just don't enjoy them happening to me. I like to be on stage, but don't like being on stage by not my choice.
It's really uncomfortable and makes me feel weird and I'm already a really awkward person. . .

So I got picked for an audience participation bit. I didn't volunteer. I was just picked. My friend pulled me on stage. Before he did, I thought I was safe. I thought because he knew me, he wouldn't pull me on stage. Then he grabbed another girl, so really thought I phew no need to worry. But then I shouldn't have thought that. He grabbed me too.

It was a fun little piece of clown. And oddly enough for me not liking being forced to stand awkwardly on stage, it was the best and least awkward part of my weird and awkward friday night surprise date...

I got a bike!

So yeah. That's my bike. I got her for 40 bucks. The lady was asking 60 obo on cl. And then, turns out she needed cash quick, so I felt like I had the upper hand, and I talked her down 20 bucks.
But then, I've noticed on craigslist over the last 3 weeks, the price of bikes have increased about 40 dollars. Like, when I first started looking, there were ok bikes for about 60-70 dollar on the low end. But then it's gone up to 100-110 for the cheapest. I'm pretty sure that this lady didn't know how to post a picture online, so no one had bothered with her ad. And she literally lives down the street from me. So I walked over to check it out. And loved it.
Super stoked about the color. Like, is there a green that would fit me better?
I gotta get the front breaks fixed. Luckily I've got two neighbors who are very willing to help with that. So that's pretty sweet.
I need a lock and helmet and I'll be set! Yipee!

Helmets

So, I came to the realization tonight that I have been spelling spelling helmet wrong for a really long time. I keep throwing a n in there like helment. I don't know why. I just do.
But, I saw a pretty cool show. Superman 2050. This rad rendition of superman was told by 7 performers, all on a 3'X7' platform. I really enjoyed it.
Curse of my smart phone, I read an email I got from a friend I got in Utah, who I miss dearly, and it made me all teary-eyed before the show started.

What else. Oh yeah. My friend saw the show too. He left before the second show. I stuck around. Thought it'd be the thing to do. And I should have left too. But I didn't. I made it through that weird ass performance of dance... And I noticed my friend left his helmet. I text him to find out what he wanted to do. I found out was still in the area and took it over to him.
Then when I got home, I was walking down the hallway to my room. And then I tripped over Daphne's helmet. I thought I could make it through the hallway in the dark. What I didn't expect was the hallway to be booby trapped with a lot of toys.
But anyway. I want to get a helmet. And also a bike. You know, so I can get around the city a little easier. Save money on transit. Also, continue to get exercise in after my membership to this dance place expires.

Anyway, I woke up too early and can't go back to sleep, and I'm scanning craigslist for bikes.