Hello all,
I am writing you today from the Pendleton Community Library. Sorry I have not written in a while I was just assessing the damage of my life before picking up the pieces, pulling my shit together and taking the next step. Fun, no?
I just got done looking at grad schools online, Northwestern and Ohio State to be exact, and HOLY GEEZ! they look scary. Just about as scary as my college advisor/department chair from Butler whom I have been talking to for advice. I was hesitating talking to her cause she scares the bejeezes out of me but she has been supportive, but not too much, informative, but not too much, and helpful, but not too much. I essentially want a golden opportunity to fall into my lap, but apparently it doesn't work like that.
Anyways these grad programs look SUPER hard. I was with "he who shall not be named" for 2 years in VA while he was getting his MFA, and that didn't look near this hard. I though I could just go to a university choreograph a couple musicals, teach a couple of jazz classes, terrorize some freshmen and be on my merry way, degree in hand. But like a golden opportunity, apparently it doesn't happen like that. Philosophy, kinesiology, gender studies, more effing ballet classes? Listen, I am not interested in studying why African tribal women echo subtle nuances of their cultural heritage in their rain dances that are mirrored in Laban movement analysis which I will now notate for you while I complete my third ballet class, followed by my 18th hokey-pokey, rollin' around on the the floor modern class while in my spare time I will try to develop the musculature of a Chippendale's stripper just to make myself the best dancer I can be! For Christ's sake! I just want to be lauded and magnified for being unquestionably awesome for dancing and achievements that could do in my sleep!! Is that so much?
On a lighter note, I have had some interesting conversations with the Mom lately. One of my favorites including a geography lesson. We had just finished watching a a commercial about Alaska and Sarah Palin.
Me: "Isn't is crazy how big Alaska is when you compare it to the rest of the US?"
Mom: "Mm-hmm."
"Well anyway, my legs still hurt from walking around New York. One day I walked like 80 blocks. I swear. By the end of the day I probably could have walked all the way back to the apt. on 190th St. and the Subway only goes to 207th."
"How big is New York?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, how big is it?"
"We'll I just said that said that it was 207 blocks long and let's just say that it's 20ish blocks wide. Do you know how long a NY city block is?"
"YES (duh implied)! But, is it as big as Pendleton?"
"Mom, do you know how big Pendleton is?"
"YES! (duh)...........Is it as big as Anderson?"
"Mom you just said that you know how big Pendleton is and that you knew the distance of a city block, Figure it out."
"But like, just tell me! Like Anderson, Pendleton................or like ...................Alaska?"
"ALASKA! Mom, are you seriously asking me if New York City is the size of Alaska? ALASKA?"
"Well, how am I supposed to know these things?"
Touche Mom, you only assistant-teach kindergarten. That is clearly more of a 3rd grade question.
On a completely different note, I have decided to switch to hard liquor, as opposed to beer. I think it will do wonders to my calorie intake.
I will leave you now, as I go to Target to try to rustle up a Halloween costume for the day after Halloween party I am going to. I am no too much of a costume person, for more than obvious reasons, so I am looking for a costume with the right amount of dignity and notoriety, so I don't have to explain who I am all night long. On Friday (Halloween night) I have no plans and neither do the parents, whom I have had to become accustomed to calling eachother by their first names. That is very unsettling. I have mentioned to Mom my intrigue in seeing High School Musical 3, though I don't think she plans on actually going. It's probably for the best. I don't think I could stand seeing a movie with her.
"Noah, is that the kid from the commercials that are on during the news?"
"Mom, stop it."
"What are they saying?"
"Stop it."
"Well, that was kind of good, right?"
"Stop it."
"Do you want half of this apple from my purse?"
"Stop it."
"Do you think they're going to stop the movie for a bathroom break?"
"Stop it."
I could really just go on, but I think I'll just bring my friend "Hidden Bottle of Vodka" instead. We always have such pleasant conversation.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Back Home Again in Indiana....
Hello all,
I am not even joking. I am writing you this to day from the bottom of the steps in my parents basement. Seriously. I was in New York yesterday and in Pendleton, Indiana today. Life's not fair, but no one said it was.
I could tell you all the sordid tale of how I got home and what it all means, but wouldn't you rather hear it live over a drink or seven. I know I would. It's complicated, super complicated, but now I get to start my life for real, sort of-complicated, here's where the alcohol would come in handy.
Anyways, call me, we'll hang out, but seriously-drinks are required.
I did learn a few things while I was in New York, and I would like to share them with you now.
1. Those super tight jeans that all the gay boys wear will never look good on me. In the time it would take me to starve myself to fit into those damn jeans they would be out of style. I have "athletic" thighs from dancing, and they're not going anywhere.
2.TV is a liar. I understand that under the right circumstances New York can be a cramazingly romantic place to be, but if you are living there I assume that this is only true for very wealthy people. On TV, people are never on the subway, but it is impossible to ride in taxis and not spend $100,000 a year on taxi fares alone. There are people everywhere, all pissed off and ugly, looking at you, in your space, no privacy. TV is not not like this. Sex and the City has made fairytale mirage of New York. Well, at least when/if I go back, I'll be expecting the worse.
3a. When I was in high school my brother would tell me to dress up if we were going to the Keystone fashion mall. I had no idea why he did this until, with no discussion of it, my self conciseness was heightened between the ages of 14 and 15. He did this because, that's where the rich people shopped and he didn't want people to think that we were some country mice shopping in the big city.
3b. In my first year of college, I came home for Thanksgiving break and my new sister-in-law told me not to wear pajamas to class. I was so confused, I wanted to be comfy and most dance clothes look like pajamas. But she was right, not wearing pajamas on an everyday basis not only makes you look appropriate for the day, but it especially makes you look better than the people who wear pajamas on an everyday basis.
3c. In New York, it doesn't matter what you wear. 35% of the people will always look better than you, and it doesn't necessarily have to do with what they're wearing, there are so many gorgeous people there. But there is an upside, 15% of the people will always look worse than you and it doesn't necessarily have to do with what they're wearing either.
More things may pop up as I descend into reality but that is all for now, except one more thing. From crying, not eating, and walking a ton I lost so much weight! My body looks so toned! I can see why ballerinas do it. I have been home for less than one day and I have already eaten more than what I ate in 4 days there. But don't worry, I'm planning on asking Santa for a subtle but effective eating disorder for Christmas.
I am not even joking. I am writing you this to day from the bottom of the steps in my parents basement. Seriously. I was in New York yesterday and in Pendleton, Indiana today. Life's not fair, but no one said it was.
I could tell you all the sordid tale of how I got home and what it all means, but wouldn't you rather hear it live over a drink or seven. I know I would. It's complicated, super complicated, but now I get to start my life for real, sort of-complicated, here's where the alcohol would come in handy.
Anyways, call me, we'll hang out, but seriously-drinks are required.
I did learn a few things while I was in New York, and I would like to share them with you now.
1. Those super tight jeans that all the gay boys wear will never look good on me. In the time it would take me to starve myself to fit into those damn jeans they would be out of style. I have "athletic" thighs from dancing, and they're not going anywhere.
2.TV is a liar. I understand that under the right circumstances New York can be a cramazingly romantic place to be, but if you are living there I assume that this is only true for very wealthy people. On TV, people are never on the subway, but it is impossible to ride in taxis and not spend $100,000 a year on taxi fares alone. There are people everywhere, all pissed off and ugly, looking at you, in your space, no privacy. TV is not not like this. Sex and the City has made fairytale mirage of New York. Well, at least when/if I go back, I'll be expecting the worse.
3a. When I was in high school my brother would tell me to dress up if we were going to the Keystone fashion mall. I had no idea why he did this until, with no discussion of it, my self conciseness was heightened between the ages of 14 and 15. He did this because, that's where the rich people shopped and he didn't want people to think that we were some country mice shopping in the big city.
3b. In my first year of college, I came home for Thanksgiving break and my new sister-in-law told me not to wear pajamas to class. I was so confused, I wanted to be comfy and most dance clothes look like pajamas. But she was right, not wearing pajamas on an everyday basis not only makes you look appropriate for the day, but it especially makes you look better than the people who wear pajamas on an everyday basis.
3c. In New York, it doesn't matter what you wear. 35% of the people will always look better than you, and it doesn't necessarily have to do with what they're wearing, there are so many gorgeous people there. But there is an upside, 15% of the people will always look worse than you and it doesn't necessarily have to do with what they're wearing either.
More things may pop up as I descend into reality but that is all for now, except one more thing. From crying, not eating, and walking a ton I lost so much weight! My body looks so toned! I can see why ballerinas do it. I have been home for less than one day and I have already eaten more than what I ate in 4 days there. But don't worry, I'm planning on asking Santa for a subtle but effective eating disorder for Christmas.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Ok, don't be mad.
Hello all,
I am writing you this today from inside the New York Public Library. It is so beautiful! Stone walls, wooden bookcases, golden ceilings with inlaid pictures, chandeliers, AND free wireless. What more could I ask for?
So yea, I was supposed to start my new job yesterday.................. Well, this post is gonna be a little drama for you mama, but seriously I have no one else to talk to. Josh and I are still on a bit of a rocky road. And I wish that meant ice cream, cause I am eating like nothing. I only eat about 1 to a half a meal a day. Pretty soon Josh and I will be able to share clothes and well, let's face it, I have always been of, well, ample stature in comparison. I have more ass downstairs than a dimly lit pool hall under a gay bar on a Sat. night.
Anyways, when Josh was supposed to leave me on the subway yesterday, we just couldn't get off on a good foot. We're so unhappy about various things but still in love, it's a very volatile combination. Cut to, an entire day of us arguing all over Rockefeller plaza and him skipping work. We got nothing accomplished but by the end of the day I was so exhausted I had no idea what I even wanted so badly anyway. Also throughout the day I just dreaded going to my new job. I called in and said it wasn't right for me. With all of the crap going on I really need something that's going to make me happy. This just didn't seem like it.
If you all remember, I am not allowed to be in the apt. when Josh isn't there because his roommates are pissheads. The job started at 4 or 5. I get up at 7 and leave with Josh at 8 and am a nomadic transient all day. I would have gotten home at 12 from the show every night. Does that sound like a fun schedule.
Survey says...............................................................................NO!
Also, I was only going to get paid $7-8 an hour. I went to college! Private school no less! I had a 3.8 GPA! I am not going to serve drinks to yuppie assholes, on 6 hours of sleep, while my relationship is falling apart at home cause my boyfriend can't stand to stay up past 10PM.
Christ on a stick! I just need a big block of awesomeness to fall out of the sky and knock the crap out of me. Is that asking for too much?
Editors note: Thank you very much for all of the people who sent emails, texts, comments or voicemails to congratulate me on getting a job. It is so awesome to hear from people outside of all this craziness.
Also, crazy thank yous to Kristy who is taking care of (and taking pictures for me)my little guy while I'm here. I miss him soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. Last night after the whole day, I was a wreck. I just want my dog, I was not being unreasonable, is that to much to ask? No. Josh said, "Noah, stop crying? Why are you crying? Are you crying cause you miss Graham? Stop crying. Do you think he's going to forget you? Stop crying. There's no reason to cry." I was of course crying and unable to talk but the much more aggressive little Noah inside of my head answered,
"Yes, BITCH, I'm crying about my dog! He was to only thing keeping me happy and I gave him up for you and your crap! Yes, I think he's going to forget me! He's only 2 years old and you signed a "no dog" lease for 2 years! I will be without more than I have been with him! Your bitch ass roommate has a cat! I'm allergic to cats, bitch! You said you were going to try to get Graham here or find a way for us to get out of this apt. and you're doing JACK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Little Noah is, at times, more dramatic than I am. I think. But, I've been wrong before.
My little guy! Looking so cute! OMG, he's so cute!
I am writing you this today from inside the New York Public Library. It is so beautiful! Stone walls, wooden bookcases, golden ceilings with inlaid pictures, chandeliers, AND free wireless. What more could I ask for?
So yea, I was supposed to start my new job yesterday.................. Well, this post is gonna be a little drama for you mama, but seriously I have no one else to talk to. Josh and I are still on a bit of a rocky road. And I wish that meant ice cream, cause I am eating like nothing. I only eat about 1 to a half a meal a day. Pretty soon Josh and I will be able to share clothes and well, let's face it, I have always been of, well, ample stature in comparison. I have more ass downstairs than a dimly lit pool hall under a gay bar on a Sat. night.
Anyways, when Josh was supposed to leave me on the subway yesterday, we just couldn't get off on a good foot. We're so unhappy about various things but still in love, it's a very volatile combination. Cut to, an entire day of us arguing all over Rockefeller plaza and him skipping work. We got nothing accomplished but by the end of the day I was so exhausted I had no idea what I even wanted so badly anyway. Also throughout the day I just dreaded going to my new job. I called in and said it wasn't right for me. With all of the crap going on I really need something that's going to make me happy. This just didn't seem like it.
If you all remember, I am not allowed to be in the apt. when Josh isn't there because his roommates are pissheads. The job started at 4 or 5. I get up at 7 and leave with Josh at 8 and am a nomadic transient all day. I would have gotten home at 12 from the show every night. Does that sound like a fun schedule.
Survey says...............................................................................NO!
Also, I was only going to get paid $7-8 an hour. I went to college! Private school no less! I had a 3.8 GPA! I am not going to serve drinks to yuppie assholes, on 6 hours of sleep, while my relationship is falling apart at home cause my boyfriend can't stand to stay up past 10PM.
Christ on a stick! I just need a big block of awesomeness to fall out of the sky and knock the crap out of me. Is that asking for too much?
Editors note: Thank you very much for all of the people who sent emails, texts, comments or voicemails to congratulate me on getting a job. It is so awesome to hear from people outside of all this craziness.
Also, crazy thank yous to Kristy who is taking care of (and taking pictures for me)my little guy while I'm here. I miss him soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. Last night after the whole day, I was a wreck. I just want my dog, I was not being unreasonable, is that to much to ask? No. Josh said, "Noah, stop crying? Why are you crying? Are you crying cause you miss Graham? Stop crying. Do you think he's going to forget you? Stop crying. There's no reason to cry." I was of course crying and unable to talk but the much more aggressive little Noah inside of my head answered,
"Yes, BITCH, I'm crying about my dog! He was to only thing keeping me happy and I gave him up for you and your crap! Yes, I think he's going to forget me! He's only 2 years old and you signed a "no dog" lease for 2 years! I will be without more than I have been with him! Your bitch ass roommate has a cat! I'm allergic to cats, bitch! You said you were going to try to get Graham here or find a way for us to get out of this apt. and you're doing JACK SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Little Noah is, at times, more dramatic than I am. I think. But, I've been wrong before.
My little guy! Looking so cute! OMG, he's so cute!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Gypsy!!!!!!!!!
Hello all,
Last night I saw Gypsy. Josh and I were in the front row. At first when we sat down, it was way too close, but then the show started. Patti Lupone was at times 2 feet away from me. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right? All the actors played to us, even Patti looked at us, waved to us, and blew us kisses! One of the chorus girls threw me a fake apple off of her costume. It was OUT OF CONTROL!!! I payed only $27 per ticket. CRAZY!
OMG, Patti Lupone was so amazing. She cried at the end, like sobbing, mad, crazy crying. I could not stop smiling when she was on stage. She's a legend. And to see her throat warble to make effortless awesomeness all over that stage was cramazing (crazy+amazing). CRAMAZING!!!
The rest of the cast was great as well. We had the see the standby for Laura Benanti who plays Louise, so that was kind of a let down, but oh well. One of the chorus boys was flirting with me right there on stage. His head was supposed to be down and he just kept starring at me and smiling. He did it for the rest of the show- performed the whole thing to me and when he came out to bow he winked then double-raised his eye brows at me. Granted, he wasn't the best looking of the avaiable chorus boys, but he was a Broadway chorus boy and not totally unattractive making eyes at me for a whole show. Consider me flattered.
Overall it was an amazing first show to see as a new transport to New York.
Last night I saw Gypsy. Josh and I were in the front row. At first when we sat down, it was way too close, but then the show started. Patti Lupone was at times 2 feet away from me. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right? All the actors played to us, even Patti looked at us, waved to us, and blew us kisses! One of the chorus girls threw me a fake apple off of her costume. It was OUT OF CONTROL!!! I payed only $27 per ticket. CRAZY!
OMG, Patti Lupone was so amazing. She cried at the end, like sobbing, mad, crazy crying. I could not stop smiling when she was on stage. She's a legend. And to see her throat warble to make effortless awesomeness all over that stage was cramazing (crazy+amazing). CRAMAZING!!!
The rest of the cast was great as well. We had the see the standby for Laura Benanti who plays Louise, so that was kind of a let down, but oh well. One of the chorus boys was flirting with me right there on stage. His head was supposed to be down and he just kept starring at me and smiling. He did it for the rest of the show- performed the whole thing to me and when he came out to bow he winked then double-raised his eye brows at me. Granted, he wasn't the best looking of the avaiable chorus boys, but he was a Broadway chorus boy and not totally unattractive making eyes at me for a whole show. Consider me flattered.
Overall it was an amazing first show to see as a new transport to New York.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Seth and the South
Hello all,
For any of you who know my brother, no this post is not about him*.
I have had a very eventful morning. Yet again, the husband and I argued about his passive behavior, but that dog just won't bark. I'm not sure if that old adage was used correctly but it sounds right.
I got student rush tickets to see Patti LuPone in Gypsy tonight! $27 dollars a piece! I'm super pumped! I wanted to see [title of show] before it closed, but alas it was not in the stars for us. But, getting the chance to see Patti LuPone in a Tony winning musical is kinda FREAKIN' AWESOME too. I have been secretly dreading to see a show because I don't want to see all the chorus boys and think, "Wow, they're all really buff," or "I can't do any of that stuff." But I will power through and love it. Even worse though, if I see the show and and they're just a bunch of schmucks on stage doing jazz squares, Josh is gonna get a whole sub ride home of,
"I could 'a friggin' done that! Why the hell was I not hired?!?!"
"Well Noah, you didn't audition for it."
Scoff "Well......like that matters! God!"
But, I digress. The real highlight of my morning was going to the Times Square Information Center to see Seth Rudetsky do a live show for Sirius Radio. He does a free show there every Wed. at noon, deconstructing Broadway stuff, saying things he says in his column, and most importantly interviewing Broadway stars. I got there 2 hours early just to get a good seat and for 1 1/2 hours I was the only one in the audience in the middle of assorted New York kiosks.
Eventually the audience was filled with 60 year old Jews. An old optimistic woman came up to me, seated front row center, holding my Seth Rudetsky Q Guide to Broadway, and asked if she could sit next to me. I said,
"You can if you like."
She turned on herself and said,
"Do you want to talk?"
"No."
"Oh." She sat anyways.
Finally Seth came and was so giddy to see him, I read his column every week and am a huge fan. For the life of me, I could not stop smiling at him like a cracked out 12 year old at a Jonas Brothers concert. This idiocy continued for 10ish minutes. He walked past the audience, talking to himself, but still out loud and said no louder than a whisper, "Hello, red hair."
Seriously? Are you my Grandpa's friend down at the Post restaurant calling every ginger haired kid "Red". What's next Opie jokes? I detest people who comment on the color of my hair without preceding it with anything other than, "Omigosh, what a lovely shade of.....". But bygones, he's a comedian type person I'm sure he's gone though a boat load of childhood hell to get funny.
He was interviewing the cast of the upcoming White Christmas and a star from the show Xanadu which closed recently. Before the show started his red-haired announcer came up to me and asked me to come on stage later and participate in the game show about show tunes. She said it was really easy and that I'd be playing with celebrities, but the audience members always win. I said yes cause naturally I would be a shoe in. I love Broadway! I just got done reading a Broadway trivia book, of course I would do it and kick everyone' asses!
Well the show was funny and when it came time for me to come on stage for the game portion, I lept up and bounded onstage. My opponents were this old crazy looking lady who sat behind me and 2 of the cast members of White Christmas. The cast members were playing for an older couple in the audience who took pictures of me.
"Who starred in Carousel and the Pajama Game?"
My answer, "..................................................." The crazy old lady answered
"What does Betty Buckley prefer to be called?"
".........................................." White Christmas got it.
"What is this song from?" he played
"................................." White Cristmas again.
"How many performances did the Sonheim musical Merily We Roll Along run ?"
I knew it! I knew it! But I rang in too late.
This is a picture of Seth Rudetsky telling me that I had no points and needed to step it up. But the game was already over. 4 questions! That's it? Yes, that was it. We all got bags filled with a Sirius Radio t-shirt, hat, pen, bottle opener and chapstick.
For any of you who know my brother, no this post is not about him*.
I have had a very eventful morning. Yet again, the husband and I argued about his passive behavior, but that dog just won't bark. I'm not sure if that old adage was used correctly but it sounds right.
I got student rush tickets to see Patti LuPone in Gypsy tonight! $27 dollars a piece! I'm super pumped! I wanted to see [title of show] before it closed, but alas it was not in the stars for us. But, getting the chance to see Patti LuPone in a Tony winning musical is kinda FREAKIN' AWESOME too. I have been secretly dreading to see a show because I don't want to see all the chorus boys and think, "Wow, they're all really buff," or "I can't do any of that stuff." But I will power through and love it. Even worse though, if I see the show and and they're just a bunch of schmucks on stage doing jazz squares, Josh is gonna get a whole sub ride home of,
"I could 'a friggin' done that! Why the hell was I not hired?!?!"
"Well Noah, you didn't audition for it."
Scoff "Well......like that matters! God!"
But, I digress. The real highlight of my morning was going to the Times Square Information Center to see Seth Rudetsky do a live show for Sirius Radio. He does a free show there every Wed. at noon, deconstructing Broadway stuff, saying things he says in his column, and most importantly interviewing Broadway stars. I got there 2 hours early just to get a good seat and for 1 1/2 hours I was the only one in the audience in the middle of assorted New York kiosks.
Eventually the audience was filled with 60 year old Jews. An old optimistic woman came up to me, seated front row center, holding my Seth Rudetsky Q Guide to Broadway, and asked if she could sit next to me. I said,
"You can if you like."
She turned on herself and said,
"Do you want to talk?"
"No."
"Oh." She sat anyways.
Finally Seth came and was so giddy to see him, I read his column every week and am a huge fan. For the life of me, I could not stop smiling at him like a cracked out 12 year old at a Jonas Brothers concert. This idiocy continued for 10ish minutes. He walked past the audience, talking to himself, but still out loud and said no louder than a whisper, "Hello, red hair."
Seriously? Are you my Grandpa's friend down at the Post restaurant calling every ginger haired kid "Red". What's next Opie jokes? I detest people who comment on the color of my hair without preceding it with anything other than, "Omigosh, what a lovely shade of.....". But bygones, he's a comedian type person I'm sure he's gone though a boat load of childhood hell to get funny.
He was interviewing the cast of the upcoming White Christmas and a star from the show Xanadu which closed recently. Before the show started his red-haired announcer came up to me and asked me to come on stage later and participate in the game show about show tunes. She said it was really easy and that I'd be playing with celebrities, but the audience members always win. I said yes cause naturally I would be a shoe in. I love Broadway! I just got done reading a Broadway trivia book, of course I would do it and kick everyone' asses!
Well the show was funny and when it came time for me to come on stage for the game portion, I lept up and bounded onstage. My opponents were this old crazy looking lady who sat behind me and 2 of the cast members of White Christmas. The cast members were playing for an older couple in the audience who took pictures of me.
"Who starred in Carousel and the Pajama Game?"
My answer, "..................................................." The crazy old lady answered
"What does Betty Buckley prefer to be called?"
".........................................." White Christmas got it.
"What is this song from?" he played
"................................." White Cristmas again.
"How many performances did the Sonheim musical Merily We Roll Along run ?"
I knew it! I knew it! But I rang in too late.
This is a picture of Seth Rudetsky telling me that I had no points and needed to step it up. But the game was already over. 4 questions! That's it? Yes, that was it. We all got bags filled with a Sirius Radio t-shirt, hat, pen, bottle opener and chapstick.
This is me and Seth. He signed my book, "Noah, you suck at game shows, but you have great hair. Seth".
How did this meeting go? Let's see. He looked at me like I was a stalker posed for an amazingly friendly looking photo. I couldn't answer any of the questions and was categorized by my hair color. He does this live show every week, interviewing different stars. Will I go back next week? Probably. Will I sit in the front row? Probably not.
I have just recieved a job to become a manager of a Broadway bar. The one in Studio 54 that has been turned into a theater. The revival Pal Joey will be playing there. I start training at South Pacific on Friday.
*My brother Seth sent me a message at 9:49 last night. "Did u see dancing w the stars awesome u could start your own company that used music like that super fucken modern be careful rogers out" I'm still not 100% on what was meant by all of that, but I do know 2 things
1. 9:49 is too early to be incoherent
2. I'm a big fan of my brotherdrunk dialling me and he never calls me "Red"
Rogers out.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Happy Day After Columbus Day! (as observed by the Italian mafia)
Hello all,
I write you today from the porch on the steps of the New York public library, the one with the big stone lions on the front. I am flanked by a man "performing" some incoherent, slightly Mexican rap while invading everyone's personal space, yet he still apologized for bumping me, and a man yelling at the wall of the library.Oddly enough there is a difference between the two. Good times.
As for those of you who are avid readers of this blog and or know me, the situation marginally gets worse and simultaneously slightly not worse, maybe. The boy and girl still want me gone and threaten to kick me out, but Josh is trying extra hard, allegedly. Seriously all this situation needs is perspective.
ANYWAYS, yesterday was Columbus Day and I watched my first live NYC parade I took pictures to show how it went. YAY! Mind you, this was no Thanksgiving Day parade so don't be to excited, I imagine that all these m-o-o-k-s came from Jersey, which I can only assume is like saying people came from Kentucky, it's not a good thing.
The parade was filled with some pretty crappy floats. We made better ones when I was in high school.........but that's cause we rocked!
These men had hats covered in very fancy and luscious plumes. They were almost the most expensive hats in the parade, seconded only by some of the extensions the women were wearing.
From what I can assume these men were not elected officials but self-proclaimed, titular gods of the Italian community. Can anyone say mafia?
All the cops bikes were lit up, it was very pretty, the picture doesn't do it justice. But come to think of it, there around 50 cops on bikes, more than 200 dealing with traffic and the parade route, the mafia was there too, who was in the Italian restaurants?
There were 4 or 5 high school bands playing at the parade, everyone filled with ugliest, most ethnically diverse group of acne covered teenagers I have ever seen. They played well, but man were they unattractive. After realizing that they were so hideous, I thought, "Well, I can't take a picture of that. I'm really doing the world a service by not condoning ugly children." But, there was this little boy FlAGette in the mix, struttin' his stuff, poc-faced, bad hair and all. I just thought wow, that's confidence like I never want.
This was a float with Teddy Roosevelt, a large version of Napoleon, and a large steel ship.........I did not see the connection. I'm no history buff, so if you know please explain.
This lady was awesome, by far the best part of the parade. She was singing Italian songs and in her down time would yell at the crowd in Italian and only accept responses back in Italian. She was very gracious if you repeated her or spoke of you own accord. I had no idea what she was saying but you knew what her point was. "Try speaking my language or my husband and his friends, walking in the beginning of the parade, will come back here and kill you. Happy Columbus Day!"
This poor man had no car, float, candy to hand out, or even a jacket. But he sure did have a giant sign that said "Weiner" behind him being carried by a menacing looking Jewish guy. I felt so sorry for him. Everyone was laughing at him, I was too that's why I took a picture!
"Hey Mom, why is there a float with a jazz band, the Pink Panther, Sweet and Low, and old pictures of Regis Philbin in the Columbus Day parade?"
"I don't know, I just don't know."
I said that that singing woman was the best part of the day but as per usual it was the celebrity sighting of Will Forte from SNL. I have soon many celebrities since I have been here Amy Poehler, Rachael Dratch, , Christian Slater, that woman who plays Ugly Betty's older sister, Hunter Parish from Weeds, a huge hand full of Broadway stars and this morning the crew from the Today show.
I write you today from the porch on the steps of the New York public library, the one with the big stone lions on the front. I am flanked by a man "performing" some incoherent, slightly Mexican rap while invading everyone's personal space, yet he still apologized for bumping me, and a man yelling at the wall of the library.Oddly enough there is a difference between the two. Good times.
As for those of you who are avid readers of this blog and or know me, the situation marginally gets worse and simultaneously slightly not worse, maybe. The boy and girl still want me gone and threaten to kick me out, but Josh is trying extra hard, allegedly. Seriously all this situation needs is perspective.
ANYWAYS, yesterday was Columbus Day and I watched my first live NYC parade I took pictures to show how it went. YAY! Mind you, this was no Thanksgiving Day parade so don't be to excited, I imagine that all these m-o-o-k-s came from Jersey, which I can only assume is like saying people came from Kentucky, it's not a good thing.
The parade was filled with some pretty crappy floats. We made better ones when I was in high school.........but that's cause we rocked!
These men had hats covered in very fancy and luscious plumes. They were almost the most expensive hats in the parade, seconded only by some of the extensions the women were wearing.
From what I can assume these men were not elected officials but self-proclaimed, titular gods of the Italian community. Can anyone say mafia?
All the cops bikes were lit up, it was very pretty, the picture doesn't do it justice. But come to think of it, there around 50 cops on bikes, more than 200 dealing with traffic and the parade route, the mafia was there too, who was in the Italian restaurants?
There were 4 or 5 high school bands playing at the parade, everyone filled with ugliest, most ethnically diverse group of acne covered teenagers I have ever seen. They played well, but man were they unattractive. After realizing that they were so hideous, I thought, "Well, I can't take a picture of that. I'm really doing the world a service by not condoning ugly children." But, there was this little boy FlAGette in the mix, struttin' his stuff, poc-faced, bad hair and all. I just thought wow, that's confidence like I never want.
This was a float with Teddy Roosevelt, a large version of Napoleon, and a large steel ship.........I did not see the connection. I'm no history buff, so if you know please explain.
This lady was awesome, by far the best part of the parade. She was singing Italian songs and in her down time would yell at the crowd in Italian and only accept responses back in Italian. She was very gracious if you repeated her or spoke of you own accord. I had no idea what she was saying but you knew what her point was. "Try speaking my language or my husband and his friends, walking in the beginning of the parade, will come back here and kill you. Happy Columbus Day!"
This poor man had no car, float, candy to hand out, or even a jacket. But he sure did have a giant sign that said "Weiner" behind him being carried by a menacing looking Jewish guy. I felt so sorry for him. Everyone was laughing at him, I was too that's why I took a picture!
"Hey Mom, why is there a float with a jazz band, the Pink Panther, Sweet and Low, and old pictures of Regis Philbin in the Columbus Day parade?"
"I don't know, I just don't know."
I said that that singing woman was the best part of the day but as per usual it was the celebrity sighting of Will Forte from SNL. I have soon many celebrities since I have been here Amy Poehler, Rachael Dratch, , Christian Slater, that woman who plays Ugly Betty's older sister, Hunter Parish from Weeds, a huge hand full of Broadway stars and this morning the crew from the Today show.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I'm Gonna Be Homeless
Hell-o all,
I have very nice clothes, a college education-private school no less, and at risk of being homeless.
My boyfriend has 2 roommates, a boy and a girl with the same name, so I will call them the boy and the girl. They were both opposed to me coming here and have both asked and threatened me to leave on behalf of both of them. Welcoming, no?
The other day one of them came into Josh's bedroom where I had been staying isolated, as not to get into their personal space, he takes Josh's keys that were left for me and tells me I have 10 min to get out(!). WTF? He says that he is not being irrational but even though I am not in his space and am not affecting him I have to leave. He didn't care where I was going but I couldn't stay there. Mind you all of these threats, of which these are about 10%, were peppered with fuck this, fuck you, and fuck that, ending in calling me a pussy.
I'm sorry, you uncharitable dickwad, I'm here with my arms and legs wrapped around a bed so you can't come and throw me out onto the streets of Manhattan, I think a note of desperation in my voice is more than adequate. This has been just one in a onslaught of reasons that I should come home. I am here to make it work with the BF. I understand that this may be infringing on your petrie dish of a life, but mind your own GOD DAMN BUSINESS! GROW A BRAIN! BE A NICE PERSON! AND GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Although he was willing to be late to work for me to leave, he would let me iron my clothes before I left, but still would not give me Josh's keys so that I could give them to him for us to come back later. Bipolar much?
I came back with Josh that night and the next day talked to Mom about the situation. After understanding that he did not have "designs" on Josh, because he is straight and undesirable, she asked if I could buy him out of his lease so that he could go away.
"No, Mom. Finding an apt. in NY is very had and he was here first. He's just an asshole."
"Huh, well. is he an aspiring actor?"
"Yes."
"Well then, we can just pray that he makes it big, really soon, so he leaves."
"Or that he gets hit by a bus."
"Yes, either one would work, we can pray for both."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We can do that?!? I mean my Mom and God are like BFF and she just said that we can pray for God to hit this asshole with a bus. People get killed in NY everyday and a little divine intervention to weed out someone who is inflicting me personal discomfort would be awesome. I mean I'm baptized AND confirmed. Doesn't that count for something? So I ask you gentle readers, all 4 or 5 of you, if you believe in God or not, if you believe in Buddha, Santa, or science, PRAY. Pray that the powers that be hit this king of the douche-monkeys with the biggest, heaviest bus New York has to offer. Maybe one of those double-decker touristy ones!
My life wasn't supposed to be this dramatic. Isn't that why I'm in the arts? I do not need this stress in my life. I do not need to be homeless. I have suffered enough. I know what many, all 4 or 5 of you are thinking. What about Josh? What is he doing? Fabulous question.
I have very nice clothes, a college education-private school no less, and at risk of being homeless.
My boyfriend has 2 roommates, a boy and a girl with the same name, so I will call them the boy and the girl. They were both opposed to me coming here and have both asked and threatened me to leave on behalf of both of them. Welcoming, no?
The other day one of them came into Josh's bedroom where I had been staying isolated, as not to get into their personal space, he takes Josh's keys that were left for me and tells me I have 10 min to get out(!). WTF? He says that he is not being irrational but even though I am not in his space and am not affecting him I have to leave. He didn't care where I was going but I couldn't stay there. Mind you all of these threats, of which these are about 10%, were peppered with fuck this, fuck you, and fuck that, ending in calling me a pussy.
I'm sorry, you uncharitable dickwad, I'm here with my arms and legs wrapped around a bed so you can't come and throw me out onto the streets of Manhattan, I think a note of desperation in my voice is more than adequate. This has been just one in a onslaught of reasons that I should come home. I am here to make it work with the BF. I understand that this may be infringing on your petrie dish of a life, but mind your own GOD DAMN BUSINESS! GROW A BRAIN! BE A NICE PERSON! AND GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Although he was willing to be late to work for me to leave, he would let me iron my clothes before I left, but still would not give me Josh's keys so that I could give them to him for us to come back later. Bipolar much?
I came back with Josh that night and the next day talked to Mom about the situation. After understanding that he did not have "designs" on Josh, because he is straight and undesirable, she asked if I could buy him out of his lease so that he could go away.
"No, Mom. Finding an apt. in NY is very had and he was here first. He's just an asshole."
"Huh, well. is he an aspiring actor?"
"Yes."
"Well then, we can just pray that he makes it big, really soon, so he leaves."
"Or that he gets hit by a bus."
"Yes, either one would work, we can pray for both."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We can do that?!? I mean my Mom and God are like BFF and she just said that we can pray for God to hit this asshole with a bus. People get killed in NY everyday and a little divine intervention to weed out someone who is inflicting me personal discomfort would be awesome. I mean I'm baptized AND confirmed. Doesn't that count for something? So I ask you gentle readers, all 4 or 5 of you, if you believe in God or not, if you believe in Buddha, Santa, or science, PRAY. Pray that the powers that be hit this king of the douche-monkeys with the biggest, heaviest bus New York has to offer. Maybe one of those double-decker touristy ones!
My life wasn't supposed to be this dramatic. Isn't that why I'm in the arts? I do not need this stress in my life. I do not need to be homeless. I have suffered enough. I know what many, all 4 or 5 of you are thinking. What about Josh? What is he doing? Fabulous question.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Mother Fucker!
Hello all,
As many of you know I moved to New York on Sat.. There is a stinking crap load of stories I could tell you (Believe me!) but some things just need some perspective. So, easy up! Step off! And give me some time! I wish there was a smiley face symbol of some black chick craning her neck and waving her finger. I'd put it here.......no I wouldn't. I hate those things.
Anywho, I will say that the day I moved here, and it was a long one, I said mother fucker more than I have said in my whole life.
Starting my morning crying to my dog because of the guilt I feel by leaving him in IN. Being a fair-skinned person, if I cry you can tell for days. So on the way to meet Kristy and Tod for our drive to the airport I was trying to refresh myself, but not dry out my face all in 30 min.-sniff, mother fucker, sniff.
I clearly thought that every posh New Yorker needs an umbrella with some character. So naturally, I brought my Mary Poppins umbrella, the one with the parrot head. I saw the Broadway production, that's where I got it, and it was the best part of the show. Anyways, with all my crap, I dropped it. 1/3 of the beak cracked off and I could only 1/2 of that by crawling all over the airport check-in floor.-Mother Fucker!
Once I landed, Josh leaves me a message saying that he can't meet me at the airport to pick me up. - GOD, Mother fucker!
I was then forced to deal with all of my bags by myself. Their weights were 64lbs., 44lbs., 25lbs., a computer case, a winter coat, and a broken Mary Poppins umbrella. The whole picture was me trying to carry all of this while trying to keep my cute outfit clean, fresh, and effortless for the big reunion.- God, Damn Mother Freakin-fucker!
I had to take a bus to meet Josh and had to communicate with the Asian bus driver, making me move my bags myself.
" 'E si'e, 'e si'e!"
"What!?!!?"- Mother Fucker!!!!!!!!!!
Riding the bus into the city I heard about 9 different languages in about 15 min. and thought I had gone criminally insane. I had no idea what was going on. Was I a minority now? Is this how it feels when my parents see one black person while on a day trip to an Indy mall? -Mother fucker.
After I had reached my destination, the bus driver flung open the door and said " 'E here!" I got off of the bus, he opened the door under the bus where the luggage was held and gestured for me to crawl into the belly of the bus and get my luggage myself. After I had uncocked my eyebrow I started to get into the bus and he drove away!- MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
He was just driving into the nearest available parking spot. Still though, right? Me=pissed. He still insisted on me crawling into the storage of the bus to get my bags. I was on all fours, completely in the beast, heaving with my whole body to get my last bag out and it ripped because of some vertical divider.-Mother Fucker!
After a quick game of phone tagto find eachother in a one block radius, I look up and see my estranged boyfriend effortlessly looking crisper and cuter than I had ever seen him.- mother fucker.
As many of you know I moved to New York on Sat.. There is a stinking crap load of stories I could tell you (Believe me!) but some things just need some perspective. So, easy up! Step off! And give me some time! I wish there was a smiley face symbol of some black chick craning her neck and waving her finger. I'd put it here.......no I wouldn't. I hate those things.
Anywho, I will say that the day I moved here, and it was a long one, I said mother fucker more than I have said in my whole life.
Starting my morning crying to my dog because of the guilt I feel by leaving him in IN. Being a fair-skinned person, if I cry you can tell for days. So on the way to meet Kristy and Tod for our drive to the airport I was trying to refresh myself, but not dry out my face all in 30 min.-sniff, mother fucker, sniff.
I clearly thought that every posh New Yorker needs an umbrella with some character. So naturally, I brought my Mary Poppins umbrella, the one with the parrot head. I saw the Broadway production, that's where I got it, and it was the best part of the show. Anyways, with all my crap, I dropped it. 1/3 of the beak cracked off and I could only 1/2 of that by crawling all over the airport check-in floor.-Mother Fucker!
Once I landed, Josh leaves me a message saying that he can't meet me at the airport to pick me up. - GOD, Mother fucker!
I was then forced to deal with all of my bags by myself. Their weights were 64lbs., 44lbs., 25lbs., a computer case, a winter coat, and a broken Mary Poppins umbrella. The whole picture was me trying to carry all of this while trying to keep my cute outfit clean, fresh, and effortless for the big reunion.- God, Damn Mother Freakin-fucker!
I had to take a bus to meet Josh and had to communicate with the Asian bus driver, making me move my bags myself.
" 'E si'e, 'e si'e!"
"What!?!!?"- Mother Fucker!!!!!!!!!!
Riding the bus into the city I heard about 9 different languages in about 15 min. and thought I had gone criminally insane. I had no idea what was going on. Was I a minority now? Is this how it feels when my parents see one black person while on a day trip to an Indy mall? -Mother fucker.
After I had reached my destination, the bus driver flung open the door and said " 'E here!" I got off of the bus, he opened the door under the bus where the luggage was held and gestured for me to crawl into the belly of the bus and get my luggage myself. After I had uncocked my eyebrow I started to get into the bus and he drove away!- MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
He was just driving into the nearest available parking spot. Still though, right? Me=pissed. He still insisted on me crawling into the storage of the bus to get my bags. I was on all fours, completely in the beast, heaving with my whole body to get my last bag out and it ripped because of some vertical divider.-Mother Fucker!
After a quick game of phone tagto find eachother in a one block radius, I look up and see my estranged boyfriend effortlessly looking crisper and cuter than I had ever seen him.- mother fucker.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Do I Not Make Sense?
Hello all,
I have come to the conclusion that I must not make sense. So many people I talk to think that I'm kidding or not understand what I'm saying, I feel like a crazy person.
Ex. 1
There is this girl I work with who is fairly meek and outgoing, which is an odd combination. She walked up to me the other day and said,
"Am I to understand that you are moving soon?"
"Uh-huh."
"Am I also to understand that you are moving to New York?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Ooh! Is that New York proper? Manhattan, as in?"
"Yeah. I leave on Sat."
"Oooh! Omigosh! Are you like going to be on Broadway?!?!?"
Clearly joking. "Yeah. Probably on Sun."
"Really? That's so amazing! You just went up like 1000 points on my personal scale. I should totally Facebook you so that I can come see you on Broadway the next time I'm there."
"Uh.....k."
Seriously that happened, she is in college so she can't be retarded or anything. I mean there are some pretty stupid people out there, some of which went to college, but she should wear a helmet to bed to avoid death.
There is this guy at work who totally wants to molest me. I have batted my eye lashes and brushed him off, pretty much on a daily basis since I have worked there because a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone. It's like charity, you know, like my public service for the year. I let him make his ever growing advances and I smile and walk away, but the other day he got serious.
"Hey Noah. I think before you go you should come over to my house and we could sleep together. I'd be like Vegas, ya know, what happens here stays here. So what do you say?"
"Indiana is nothing like Vegas, and I have a boyfriend."
"So that's fine, right? So you're saying that you're just going to leave me and we're probably not going to hang out before you leave?"
"No, we're probably not going to hang out."
"Oh Noah, you're so funny. That was like, so honest. That's so funny. But really........."
I walked away. Sometimes being gay is like being a giant pink elephant. When you're in a room with another pink elephant, everyone thinks that you should hook up, just because you're the only pink elephants in the room. That theory is even harder to disprove when the one who thinks it the most is the other pink elephant.
Just like accidents, the most confusing conversations happen at home.
"Noah, do you remember the Rosenburgersteinsens?"
"No, Mom."
"The ones that lived down the street?"
"No."
"In Lafayette?"
"No."
"They had that dog?"
"No."
"Their older daughter was your baby sitter."
"......no."
"You said that their younger daughter came up to you in a speech class and introduced herself."
"No."
"Well, anyways. They were hablah blah blah blah balh ablh bah balh ablyh ablh ablh ablh ablha blha blha blha blah blah blah blah blha blha bla blha blha blah blah blah blah blah blah ablh blah blah blah blah bah wedding, and they're going to be lucky to get a pastor."
"Well, you don't need a pastor to get married."
"If you want to be married under God you do."
"Um, isn't God everywhere?"
"Well, yes."
"Then why does it matter if a pastor does it? Won't God will be there regardless."
".........Well........you just do."
This reminds me of a day at the fair. I was sitting in a lawn chair reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and Mom walked across the barn talked to some woman, hugged her, and came to sit by me. I asked:
"Why did you hug that woman?"
"Because her father-in-law is about to pass away."
"Oh."
"And, he hasn't accepted Jesus into his life."
"So........."
"So, he's going to hell."
"............So let me get this straight. Just because he doesn't believe in our god, he's going to our hell?"
"Yes."
"Just wanted to make sure I understood." I continued to read my book.
It's way more fun to talk about God with Mom, still acting like your faith in Him is in the present tense. But, in all reality, there's more evidence proving that Santa exists.
I feel like a pretty linear person, but by the way people respond to me I must be crazy.
I have come to the conclusion that I must not make sense. So many people I talk to think that I'm kidding or not understand what I'm saying, I feel like a crazy person.
Ex. 1
There is this girl I work with who is fairly meek and outgoing, which is an odd combination. She walked up to me the other day and said,
"Am I to understand that you are moving soon?"
"Uh-huh."
"Am I also to understand that you are moving to New York?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Ooh! Is that New York proper? Manhattan, as in?"
"Yeah. I leave on Sat."
"Oooh! Omigosh! Are you like going to be on Broadway?!?!?"
Clearly joking. "Yeah. Probably on Sun."
"Really? That's so amazing! You just went up like 1000 points on my personal scale. I should totally Facebook you so that I can come see you on Broadway the next time I'm there."
"Uh.....k."
Seriously that happened, she is in college so she can't be retarded or anything. I mean there are some pretty stupid people out there, some of which went to college, but she should wear a helmet to bed to avoid death.
There is this guy at work who totally wants to molest me. I have batted my eye lashes and brushed him off, pretty much on a daily basis since I have worked there because a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone. It's like charity, you know, like my public service for the year. I let him make his ever growing advances and I smile and walk away, but the other day he got serious.
"Hey Noah. I think before you go you should come over to my house and we could sleep together. I'd be like Vegas, ya know, what happens here stays here. So what do you say?"
"Indiana is nothing like Vegas, and I have a boyfriend."
"So that's fine, right? So you're saying that you're just going to leave me and we're probably not going to hang out before you leave?"
"No, we're probably not going to hang out."
"Oh Noah, you're so funny. That was like, so honest. That's so funny. But really........."
I walked away. Sometimes being gay is like being a giant pink elephant. When you're in a room with another pink elephant, everyone thinks that you should hook up, just because you're the only pink elephants in the room. That theory is even harder to disprove when the one who thinks it the most is the other pink elephant.
Just like accidents, the most confusing conversations happen at home.
"Noah, do you remember the Rosenburgersteinsens?"
"No, Mom."
"The ones that lived down the street?"
"No."
"In Lafayette?"
"No."
"They had that dog?"
"No."
"Their older daughter was your baby sitter."
"......no."
"You said that their younger daughter came up to you in a speech class and introduced herself."
"No."
"Well, anyways. They were hablah blah blah blah balh ablh bah balh ablyh ablh ablh ablh ablha blha blha blha blah blah blah blah blha blha bla blha blha blah blah blah blah blah blah ablh blah blah blah blah bah wedding, and they're going to be lucky to get a pastor."
"Well, you don't need a pastor to get married."
"If you want to be married under God you do."
"Um, isn't God everywhere?"
"Well, yes."
"Then why does it matter if a pastor does it? Won't God will be there regardless."
".........Well........you just do."
This reminds me of a day at the fair. I was sitting in a lawn chair reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and Mom walked across the barn talked to some woman, hugged her, and came to sit by me. I asked:
"Why did you hug that woman?"
"Because her father-in-law is about to pass away."
"Oh."
"And, he hasn't accepted Jesus into his life."
"So........."
"So, he's going to hell."
"............So let me get this straight. Just because he doesn't believe in our god, he's going to our hell?"
"Yes."
"Just wanted to make sure I understood." I continued to read my book.
It's way more fun to talk about God with Mom, still acting like your faith in Him is in the present tense. But, in all reality, there's more evidence proving that Santa exists.
I feel like a pretty linear person, but by the way people respond to me I must be crazy.
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