Sad Day

I really love acting. And this was a fun group of people to do it with.

Yes We Can

I got my wish. I cried tears of joy. Afraid that I would not make it home in time, I stopped in a bar in Union Square around ten o'clock. It seemed that within no time, the bar was going nuts. I stayed and waited for President Obama to speak. This country has waited over 200 years for that speech. I was not really surprised at how amazing it was. However, I was surprised at what happened as I went to get on the train after it: Hundreds of people were pouring into Union Square, screaming at the top of their lungs with joy. As people came into the area, they began screaming too. I just stayed and watched for at least 15 minutes. I have not seen anything like that. I can only hope that I should see that more...

Family

Tonight I spent an hour talking on the phone to my mom. It's been so long since we have chatted. Then I spent about 5 minutes looking at the same 4 photos of my niece's first Halloween pictures. She really could not be any cuter. It was a perfect evening.

I can't wait to go home for the Holidays!

I Happened to Be 6 Years Old When I Saw It

My love for Tina Fey knows no bounds. I loved her ever since she stepped onto Weekend Update. This election process has been so long in coming, but she makes it so entertaining. If you get a chance, go to hulu.com and watch all of 30 Rock from top to bottom. It really pays off. The following is a clip from her interview with Conan O'Brien and it just puts me in a great mood, especially the last minute and a half or so:



I do believe in these trying times, that laughter is the best medicine.

I Just Want To Know Why!

Almost six years ago, when I moved to New York, I shared an apartment with three lovely ladies. At least once a month, the movie Steel Magnolias would be playing in the living room. One or many roommates would be tear-strewn in front of the television, hoping that Shelby would open her eyes. I included myself in these viewings, because there was something so freeing about watching this movie and bawling your eyes out. In two hours you could go through every feeling imaginable and move on. New York is hard. Well, life can be hard. Sometimes you just need to purge all of those negative feelings.

Sadly, we have moved into different apartments, and the copy of Steel Magnolias is long gone, most likely in Pittsburgh, or maybe still in the first apartment, being viewed by the guys from University of Florida that took the apartment after us, (at least that is how I like to imagine it...)

It's only Tuesday, but this has not really been the best week for me: Fears abound about the economy; Neo-Nazis are trying to kill people; a poor child was found murdered. Not to mention my recent breakdown of self-confidence. (Now before you think "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww..." and pity me, remember that we have all had these thoughts, and these feelings will pass like Shelby. Oh. Too soon.)

Tonight I was very lucky to notice a link to a live speech being given by Michelle Obama in Colorado Springs. For thirty minutes or so I was glued. She was magnificent and eloquent, and discussed what we could all rise up and do together. Within moments, my eyes welled up. The tears that I have been holding back for probably weeks just strolled out. It was so nice to hear someone speak about the great that can be had, about bringing out what is in all of us. Suddenly I wasn't feeling inadequate or ugly. I felt proud and excited. I feel like we are on the cusp of greatness.

And now I am putting it out there into the universe: Next Tuesday, I will be able to cry again. This time it will be tears of joy.

Another Fast Weekend

I cannot believe it is already 12:30. Tonight was spent uploading Facebook photos and kind of watching SNL. It was actually pretty funny this week!

I still need a vacation.

I'm also five (and 90,) so I really enjoyed this:

So gay.

Well it's an election year. You know what that means: Time to bash the gays. The following are two short videos that made me very happy today. Watch:




Speaking of Anne Heche: