Thursday, October 13, 2011

A scene from improv club...

I tried my hand at improv tonight. That stuff is hard, Drew Carey made it look so easy (my entire knowledge of improv is based on old episodes of Whose Line is it Anyway. Great Stuff)

Seriously everyone. I consider myself a confident, outgoing, sometimes humorous person. I thought that I would have no problem with improv. I was wrong.

Let me set the scene:

I walk into the room (5 minutes late. I'm already embarrassed) and there are twenty kids going in a sort of circle saying the first word that comes into their head. Easy enough. I have a whole lot of words in my head all the time. I join in. Suddenly, the only words that come into my head are "Banana," "Mike," and "Boob." The only word I let out of my mouth was banana. Over and over again.

Next the group was split in half. I was in a room with about 12 people. Everyone was super nice to me, and told me I was awesome, but I think that's only because they need more people in the club.

They made me get up on stage and do a scene. Somehow I ended up as a sheriff who liked planting marigolds. Fail. After that, we played games. I managed to fail at those too.

Now here's the kicker; I LOVED it. I will probably go again next week. What can I say, I have an addiction to embarrassing myself. There's no adrenaline rush like humiliating yourself in front of a group of your peers.

I'm sure I'll be amazing in like two weeks, probably way better than these guys (I'm kidding. My highest aspiration at this point is to be as good as the ladies they pulled from the audience.)

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

On a serious note...

Serious moment here.

My sister is getting married, and she was kind enough to let me take her engagement pictures, and if you want you can see those here. (I do not pretend to be a photographer, nor will there ever come a day when I will charge people to have me take their pictures)

Anyway, for some reason this wedding really made me think "Shoot! I have got to lose weight." I just imagined myself standing next to all her little size zero friends and looking like some sort of monster! About a year ago, I lost about 30 lbs, making me as small as I have been since my elementary school years. Since then, I've felt pretty great about the way I look, but this "getting thin for the wedding" pressure has actually started to get to me down.

Then I stumbled across this quote just a moment ago:

"You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed.  And you are beautiful."

It was written by Amy Bloom as part of an article about "Healthy is the New Skinny." You can see a review of the article, and the iconic picture with it here.

Anyway, the point of all this blabber is to say that every once in a while, no matter how amazing we actually are, we get down on ourselves for the things that we don't have any control over. My goal is to embrace my flaws, and work hard to improve aspects of myself that I have control over.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

There's a marriage in Agrabah

So, if you haven't heard all the buzz, I will announce it again here: Brooke is getting married.
My sister is getting married! 
My little sister is getting married... 

Isn't it law that the older sister must be married first? I mean, I know Elizabeth wouldn't have gotten married until Jane did (Pride and Prejudice reference up in here, what what). Well, I wouldn't want her to delay her day of eternal bliss, but maybe if I could find me a husband before her marriage then I could take that burden of guilt off of her. (Note: I am now writing this blog trying to do the accent of Annie Oakley. Oh you can't get a man with a gun...). Thus far in my life I have failed to find that other half, so here are my qualifications for any of you who have rich, handsome, eligible young men interested in saving me from a life of spinster-hood

1. I can make food - Cold cereal, burnt popcorn, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and those are only the more advanced meals on my food preparing resume.

2. I can sew - And by "I can sew" I mean "I have a Grandma who sews things for me but lets me pretend like I made them" Just check my skirt out from my Halloween costume (look on FB). That's right, I totally bought the fabric and watched my grandma sew it.

3. I can build things - Once my dad let me build my shelf all by myself. Nevermind that the shelves were upside down, leaving the unpainted side up, the shelf could totally hold like 10 books

4. I am graceful - and I regularly get in fights with stairs and floors. No, I never trip, I just attack sketchy looking floors. I'm looking out for my friends always.

5. I can do laundry - Not only can I clean those clothes, but I make sure that they shrink a little just because they are much more adorable that way. And do you have problems matching all the colors in your wardrobe? Not when I do the laundry, a little bit of bleach makes all your clothes a matching shade of ivory mold.

6. I'm good with kids -  Primarily because I am one. I'm proud to say that I hang out with my 10 year old cousin more than any people my age.

7. I smile all the time - even when i'm completely alone, or watching a sad movie, or walking alone on campus. I'm sure people wonder what I am thinking to make me smile like that. So let me share, "Potato potato potato po-tato potato potato pota-to potato potato potato..." (It's a real song. Google the potato song. you will understand)

8. I'm the definition of all things girly - Most things I mean. Not makeup, or giggling, or dressing well. Rather, I cry for no reason, I want chocolate always, and I need someone to constantly tell me I'm pretty.

SO, there you have it! Let all those lonely millionaires out there know about me! We got three months to dun find me a husband