I messed up my Sudoku puzzle this morning on the train. That NEVER happens to me. I messed up so bad I couldnt even fix it. I couldnt even start over because I did the puzzle in ink and I didnt have white-out. I never have white-out because I never make mistakes... the kind you can erase anyway.
I hate being caught on the train with nothing to do. Friday night coming back home I left my magazine at my desk. I panicked -- complete with light-headedness and nausea -- so I called everyone in my phonebook hoping to find someone who could spare 15 minutes to chat with me.
My sister was the first I called. The conversation went something like this:
Mimi: hey
Me: OMGILEFTMYMAGAZINEATMYDESKIHAVEABSOLUTELY NOTHINGTODOFORTHENEXTTHIRTYMINUTES! NOBOOKNOMUSICNOTHING!
SARAH HELP MEEEEE!
Mimi: just listen to your iPod (evil laughter ensues)
Me: you suck! Look, the guy sitting next to me is listening to music WHILE reading a book. WTF? He's doing neither one completely!
Mimi: I have to go get mail, so I'll--
ME: NO! SARAH DONT HANG UP! Pleaseeeeeee!
Mimi: ok, I'll call you back--
(the ringtone I have for Sarah wakes the dead in all countries around the world)
Me: No, don't call me back. Just leave the phone on the counter I'll wait.
Mimi: call Pally, he always answers the phone.
("Ask Mikey, Mikey'll eat anything. HE LIKES IT, HE LIKES IT?!")
Me: haha, you're right. Ok, bye.
My rant had attracted an audience. The guy sitting next to me has turned off his music but he still has his headphones on. I know this because before I could hear music blaring and I no longer hear it. Great. I am THAT girl.
iPodlistener: Um, did you want to read my book? I cant really concentrate.
(GEE, I WONDER WHYYYY???)
Me: Oh, no, thats ok, but thank you. (I dont turn down books, but its one Ive read already -- plus he gets off two stops later.)
I hate being caught on the train with nothing to do. Friday night coming back home I left my magazine at my desk. I panicked -- complete with light-headedness and nausea -- so I called everyone in my phonebook hoping to find someone who could spare 15 minutes to chat with me.
My sister was the first I called. The conversation went something like this:
Mimi: hey
Me: OMGILEFTMYMAGAZINEATMYDESKIHAVEABSOLUTELY NOTHINGTODOFORTHENEXTTHIRTYMINUTES! NOBOOKNOMUSICNOTHING!
SARAH HELP MEEEEE!
Mimi: just listen to your iPod (evil laughter ensues)
Me: you suck! Look, the guy sitting next to me is listening to music WHILE reading a book. WTF? He's doing neither one completely!
Mimi: I have to go get mail, so I'll--
ME: NO! SARAH DONT HANG UP! Pleaseeeeeee!
Mimi: ok, I'll call you back--
(the ringtone I have for Sarah wakes the dead in all countries around the world)
Me: No, don't call me back. Just leave the phone on the counter I'll wait.
Mimi: call Pally, he always answers the phone.
("Ask Mikey, Mikey'll eat anything. HE LIKES IT, HE LIKES IT?!")
Me: haha, you're right. Ok, bye.
My rant had attracted an audience. The guy sitting next to me has turned off his music but he still has his headphones on. I know this because before I could hear music blaring and I no longer hear it. Great. I am THAT girl.
iPodlistener: Um, did you want to read my book? I cant really concentrate.
(GEE, I WONDER WHYYYY???)
Me: Oh, no, thats ok, but thank you. (I dont turn down books, but its one Ive read already -- plus he gets off two stops later.)
So I call my Pally and we chat it up until I reach my station.
Sunday's improv class was fun. Well, class is always fun, but in this classtime we learned about putting all the elements we've been learning about together. (you mean there's been a point to all the seemingly pointless drills?) We learned about the Armando, which is a storytelling-style monologue, based on an audience suggestion. After the monologue, players play scenes inspired by the monologue, and the monologue may even continue, later on in the performance.
The past few weeks we've been feeling out different styles and ways of making the obvious seem funny -- thats the basic gist of improv --- life happens and you have to find the funny in it. It doesnt have to be direct either. No, improv isnt scripted, but techniques that we've been learning are helping me feel more confident as a speaker, be more aware of my surrounding and find cues to work from. So we spent all of class going over monologues. Now, this is where you start a story and go on and then from it people find other ideas for their skits and the show goes on. Everyone's stories are real. Everyone's stories are funny. Everyone's stories have elaborate details. I cant think of ANYTHING in my life that is funny.
WRONG.
I can find tons of things in my life that are funny but to find one single story with lots of characters (that arent all in my head -- LOL) that everyone will find funny and be able to formulate their own skit ideas -- on the spur-of-the-moment is hard.
I ended up going last. My word association was 'jewish'. I could think of none other than the one time my friends and I were planning her bachelorette party. Once the girls found out that I'd never been to one before, always been the good girl, never watched pornos.. they got really surprised and whatnot and vowed to change things: they sent me to my sister's friend's house where we were spending the night with a porno flick.
Long story short, we NEVER got to see the movie because we got CAUGHT and I had to make up this RIDICULOUS story of where the movie came from and my BIG LIE went down in HISTORY as the biggest lie ever and the one we all got away with.
It had to be a message from GOD himself because after that it was like never again did we try anything quite so foolish. I'd like to say we never got into any other trouble after that, but then, that would be a lie -- a little white lie.
But there are moments in everyone's life that are only funny after the fact. Improv actors are always ready to jump to the opportunity to take something and run with it. But why not? Why not squeeze laughs out of all of, or atleast as many of life's moments as possible?
Sunday's improv class was fun. Well, class is always fun, but in this classtime we learned about putting all the elements we've been learning about together. (you mean there's been a point to all the seemingly pointless drills?) We learned about the Armando, which is a storytelling-style monologue, based on an audience suggestion. After the monologue, players play scenes inspired by the monologue, and the monologue may even continue, later on in the performance.
The past few weeks we've been feeling out different styles and ways of making the obvious seem funny -- thats the basic gist of improv --- life happens and you have to find the funny in it. It doesnt have to be direct either. No, improv isnt scripted, but techniques that we've been learning are helping me feel more confident as a speaker, be more aware of my surrounding and find cues to work from. So we spent all of class going over monologues. Now, this is where you start a story and go on and then from it people find other ideas for their skits and the show goes on. Everyone's stories are real. Everyone's stories are funny. Everyone's stories have elaborate details. I cant think of ANYTHING in my life that is funny.
WRONG.
I can find tons of things in my life that are funny but to find one single story with lots of characters (that arent all in my head -- LOL) that everyone will find funny and be able to formulate their own skit ideas -- on the spur-of-the-moment is hard.
I ended up going last. My word association was 'jewish'. I could think of none other than the one time my friends and I were planning her bachelorette party. Once the girls found out that I'd never been to one before, always been the good girl, never watched pornos.. they got really surprised and whatnot and vowed to change things: they sent me to my sister's friend's house where we were spending the night with a porno flick.
Long story short, we NEVER got to see the movie because we got CAUGHT and I had to make up this RIDICULOUS story of where the movie came from and my BIG LIE went down in HISTORY as the biggest lie ever and the one we all got away with.
It had to be a message from GOD himself because after that it was like never again did we try anything quite so foolish. I'd like to say we never got into any other trouble after that, but then, that would be a lie -- a little white lie.
But there are moments in everyone's life that are only funny after the fact. Improv actors are always ready to jump to the opportunity to take something and run with it. But why not? Why not squeeze laughs out of all of, or atleast as many of life's moments as possible?
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