Just Plain Drama

I haven't had much luck finding a job, (I never heard back from Build-a-Bear. It was just like last time!) so John suggested I look into some sort of continuing education classes or something...

Well, I looked around online and saw that the local theatre offers acting classes. Could be fun. The website gave some information on the classes but said if you wanted more info you should come to The Garage. John and I walked up there today to talk to them.

I approached the front desk and said, "I would like information on the adult acting classes."
The woman behind the counter said, "Just a moment." And picked up her phone. "I need someone from adult acting."
I looked at the bulletin board while waiting. Then a man walks up to me, hands me a pamphlet, and walks away.

My thoughts:

I came into town for that?

If this is all the information I need, and it fits on paper, why isn't it on the website?

If this is all the information I need, and it fits on paper, why did Mr. Too Important/Busy To Talk have to come downstairs to give it to me? Couldn't they keep these at the front desk?

If I enroll in the class, will he be my teacher, and will he always behave like such a horse's behind?

More Wheelie Bin Drama

Both times we got information about our new wheelie bins, the literature suggested that we mark them with our house number. I wrote on them with permanent marker, and then we purchased "wheelie bin numbers" the other day, but as of this morning I hadn't put them on yet. (Wheelie bin numbers are large, easy-to-see stickers.)

Sanitation picked up recycling this morning, which we collect in the blue wheelie bin. When I went out for my run I noticed that sanitation had not replaced our wheelie bin in front of our flat. I walked down the sidewalk and found the wheelie bin with "21" written on it in permanent marker in front of flat 25. I grabbed it and started wheeling it back to my flat when the resident of 25 appeared behind the closed front window and started gesturing for me to stop taking his wheelie bin. I pointed and yelled until he got the message that this was actually my wheelie bin. Then I continued wheeling it home.

How come I only meet my neighbors when I'm lurking outside their flats taking wheelie bins?

Nota bene: The "wheelie bin numbers" got affixed this afternoon.

Here are some more pictures of paper airplanes. I have acquired markers and decorated them.

A Penny for the Old Guy

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I can think of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Election Day

I have never been very good at the school subject termed "social studies." History, Geography, Government, Economics. I find it difficult to get into these things. Nevertheless, I took both AP Government and AP Microeconomics my senior year of high school. I got a passing 3 on the Econ exam even though our teacher told us throughout the semester that she wasn't going to teach us "utils" (a unit for measuring utility) because they wouldn't be on the exam...and then they were on the exam. I got a not passing 2 on the Gov exam which is still remarkable because it is not the lowest score possible and I wrote all my essays in haiku form. A particular point of pride is the fact that before going into the exam everyone from our class agreed to work the made-up court case "Kramer vs Crosby" into one of the essays and I was able to do this even though I was writing in verse.

This same year many of my good friends and classmates decided that they were interested in things like politics and they created SPAC, the "Student Political Action Coalition." As a budding student group they needed all the members they could get, and they asked me to join. Meetings had snacks and didn't last too long, so, why not?

The big project SPAC undertook that year was setting up tables in the lunch room where students could register to vote. They asked me to register (I would be turning 18 before the next election). But lunch period was so short that I didn't really want to spend any of it not eating. Worst SPAC member evar.

Six years later I'm voluntarily reading about Roman history, World War II, and I am not only registered, but I voted! But I still write the occastional haiku.

I hope everyone voted for Ginger Cat!

Four Things You Need to Know

1. John is a double esquire because he passed the Georgia and Tennessee bar exams!

2. I finally finished Just Henry and reviewed it in my other blog.

3. John explored our loft. It has a bed pallet in it. Come one come all. We now have two guest beds, one pull-out couch, and one pallet, all in different rooms!

4. About.com has guitar tabs for Christmas music.

Blogs and Books

Since John and I are such big celebrities, we clearly need our own website. This is a project of John's. Not all the links are working yet, but you can read John's blog.

I've decided I really like the book I've been listening to while running. I found it amongst itunes' free podiobooks: Earthcore by Scott Sigler. This book was only published as a podcast. At first I thought, self publishing, probably means subpar quality. Actually it's quite good. It's no Great American Novel, but it is fun and I look forward to listening to it, which helps motivate me to run. I like audiobooks and I like free things, so I just thought I'd share!

Abundance

I did an abundance of running this morning. I was feeling pretty good at the end of my half hour so I did another lap which brings me up to about a three mile run.

I got an abundance of fun new things in town today. John decided (agreed) that I needed more warm clothes and the next guitar lesson book.

There was an abundance of rain which made both of us really glad we got new rain coats yesterday. We were surprisingly comfortable walking around town during the persistent downpour.

"The Foolish Frog" has had an abundance of views. About three times as many as the next most viewed video I've put on YouTube, "Mattie Groves," and nine times as many as most of the other videos. I can't figure out if people I know have been watching it over and over again, or if people I don't know are actually watching it.