We occupy the same cage, that's all.

(Cat on a Hot Tin Roof)

Confessions....

- I was almost a theatre major. I was super involved in dance and theatre all through high school, had a terrible experience with my drama teacher senior year, realized it was stressing me out more than I loved it and quit. And I don't really have any regrets about that. Acting wasn't the kind of lifestyle I would have been happy with. But, I was bitter about it for a long time and it's only been in the past year or so that I've been able to love it wholeheartedly again.

- I never had any illusions about being a professional dancer and my teacher was amazing, so I focused on that my senior year. I was an OK dancer (and I still really miss it), but I was actually really good at acting. I still am, actually. I have to watch my delivery on my jokes sometimes, because I can deadpan like nobodies business and even my friends don't know I'm actually just joking.

- I adore musical theatre and all, but I really love plays. Tennessee Williams, Henrik Ibsen, Arthur Miller, John Osborne, Bertolt Brecht. But, really, Tennessee Williams. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Changed my whole world.

- I once took an entire class on Oscar Wilde, whose plays I pretty much loathe, because I had a totally embarrassing crush on a professor. In my defense, his lectures were amazing, he gave me excellent feedback on my papers even when I totally embarrassed myself during his office hours (I'm a nervous rambler especially in front of male authority figures) and he wrote me a letter of recommendation for grad school. And the class was excellent- I might not like "The Importance of Being Earnest" any better, but I now love a lot of his other work. See: Salome. Brilliant.

- I like the English spellings of certain words better. Grey. Colour. Theatre. I think the American version just makes us look dumber.

- Same goes for our lack of use of the metric system. (Have you ever heard that song, by Atom and His Package- "Lord, It's Hard to be Happy When You're Not Using the Metric System"? JLM and I listened to it throughout high school, even went to see him freshman year. Hilarious.)

- I suck at estimating measurements of any kind. Ounces, cups, miles, minutes... I have no freaking clue how far away it is, how much time has passed, or how much butter should go in the cookies.

- Last night, I told J that I still wasn't over some guy flicking us off in the Lazy Moon parking lot the day before. He laughed. Hard. And then told me I needed to lighten up.

- Because clearly, I can nurse a grudge. For years. Funny though, the second someone sincerely apologizes or tries to make amends, I usually forgive them instantly. Usually...

- I'm thinking about writing a nice long post about my experience with sorority life. Why? Because even though it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns, I had a mostly positive experience with it. And I feel like the only people that talk about it are those that either didn't and complain (and are maybe a little bitter?) and those that want to gloss the whole thing over. I'm not into airing (all) my dirty laundry and I don't think it's fair to give a one-sided view of an entire organization, but several years out there are some things I'd like to say about how it helped to shape me into who I am now.

- I feel guilty for bitching last week- the work situation is much improved. My boss just told me that the person who sent me the note about bar codes can be very dry and I quipped, "yeah, I didn't get my Master's degree in bar code placement". He laughed and told me I'm doing a great job. It was much needed.

- This ended up being much longer than I intended.