Who let me have a blog again, anyway?

I haven't posted here since September 11... whoops. I actually started a handful of posts after that, but most of them just turned into really shitty sequels of that post, so I trashed them. I also have a draft of a horrendously emo post that I thought would be ~awesome and revealing~ last week when I was in a weird, bleak mood, but the mood passed and so did my motivation to write like the 14-year-old version of myself. By whatever stroke of luck (read: typical misunderstandings between departments at work), I wound up with today off, though, and since it's a perfectly dreary autumn day, I decided to light some candles, listen to Grizzly Bear, and see what sort of blog post I could come up with (sorry in advance).

I guess I could talk about the Emmy's, even though there isn't too much that excited me? Amy Poehler was, in a word, confidence, and that was the highlight of the evening for me. I've always admired her take-charge attitude, but apparently, when you divorce Will Arnett, you exude sunshine and sexiness and wild, raging confidence that is more memorable than the rest of a three-hour award show. As far as the actual winners go... Aaron Paul's acceptance speech was one of the loveliest, most gracious speeches I've seen in a long time, and it made me that much more excited to get started on Breaking Bad when I finally finish all of SNL on Netflix (but I am going to watch Weeds first because of my newfound love of Kevin Nealon). Although I obviously hate everything about Two and a Half Men, I'm happy for Jon Cryer -- he's been stuck in Charlie Sheen's obnoxious shadow for far too long and it was nice seeing the better guy get some recognition for once. Julia Louis-Dreyfus will forever and always be one of my favorite funny ladies, and her moment with Amy was perfect, which was to be expected. The Stewart/Colbert/Fallon fight was honestly more entertaining than Kimmel's whole epic prank with Tracy Morgan, which was... flat. I think it would have been more entertaining if it had happened earlier in the show. Mainly, I'm just sick of sitting through three hours of an award show (where all the shows/actors I root for lose anyway) AFTER three hours of red carpet. At least Poehler was flawless.

Um, let's see... It's been over a month now since I went to UCB and I am going through serious withdrawal. I just want to do comedy. I honestly never thought of myself as the cliche ~funny person~, but lately, I've been more actively aware of when moderately amusing things come to mind. Like any kid who grew up watching Saturday Night Live, I've definitely thought about what it would be like to be standing onstage at 8H during Lenny Pickett's closing theme, but more and more, it's becoming something that I really WANT to do. It's so frustrating, because I live in a city where the only website with any info on improv classes around here is for sessions that started in February 2010. If there WERE any classes offered around here, I'm more than a little afraid that they'll be full of Michael Scotts who will just shoot up the entire scene every time anything good gets going. So... until I win the lottery, I'll just keep scouring NYC job sites for something for a girl with no relevant experience who just really, really likes the city. And, I'll keep tweeting stupid things at the funny people I want to work with. Someday, you'll hear Don Pardo, age 115, saying my name (after arduous lessons on how to pronounce my last name, no doubt).

 What else???

Oh, I guess I should join everyone else ever on the internet so I can keep my blog relevant? Yes, I thought I ironically downloaded Gangnam Style but decided it's ultimately sort of catchy. No, I did not pre-order the iPhone 5 (but I will be getting it when my first ZooBoo check is in my bank account). I FEEL ANGRY FEELINGS TOWARD THE REPLACEMENT REFS AND HAVE THOUGHT UP ALL SORTS OF PUNNY INSULTS.

...This has been an absolutely pitiful attempt to force myself back into regular blogging. Sorry, two readers.