I hope my brother never wins an Oscar

His acceptance speech, while witty, could be quite incriminating. He posted a myspace bulletin thanking everyone for wishing him a Happy Birthday and this was his message to me:
To Reese,
You know you're important when your sister gets hit by a car, has a root canal, goes to work, gabs all night with old friends, then puts you on hold to try to get a piece of ass! Wait, there was a point there somewhere.

I sooooo look like I'm up to no good

Take it from the bridge

I actually had this requested of me for the first time last weekend. I recorded my voice over demo in LA and I was somehow brave enough to include a snippet of 'song style vocals'. I wrote parody lyrics to "My Favorite Things". It went a little somethin' like this:

New shoes and ice cream and yard sales and cocktails
Long baths and handbags and good times with gal pals
Men who will bow as I walk down the street
These are a few of my favorite things.
When my job sucks
When my date's late
When I break a nail
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel insane.

You know you're in the Bay Area

when you see a bumper sticker that reads 'Home Sweet Homebirth'.

I love the community that is Craigslist. I really do. Monday I was on the bus on my way to class, and I sat across from a really cute boy. I felt myself turn red and I had to hold back the giggles. I tried not to stare, but the glancing was uncontrollable. I stepped off the bus with my friend and I mocked fanning myself, exclaiming he was a hottie. I then turned red again when I noticed the bus hadn't pulled away. He caught my gesture and was laughing at me. Okay with me. I went to Craigslist the next day to post a Missed Connection, but there was already one there for me! We chatted briefly Tuesday night and we’re going to meet up this weekend. Could it be…My first date in almost five months?!!

All in one day

I learned that I should not assume the following: that my co-worker has the perfect marriage, that a friend of mine would never accept a happy ending to her massage at an upscale day spa, and that a co-worker who has been a lesbian for 30 years would ever never be diggin' the dick again.

We've All Made Mistakes

Ahhhhhh, puberty.



Did I ever mention I dated a Mofia head?



I didn't have the quintessential horror of a prom dress. However it WAS horrifying when my date's ex of four years arrived in the same dress.



I got at least 4 inches with this baby.

Johnny Knoxville and George Clooney have the same sexy voice. Just thought I'd share.

I don't know what was more shocking: hearing E.U.'s "Doin' da butt" in 2006 or the girl singing it referring to me as that 'lady' when she heard me laughing out loud. I still feel 12, how can I be seen as a 'lady'?

Spying on Humanity

Friday August 11th - 8:30am - Montgomery Bart station platform

I observed a man in his late thirties, appeared to be Latin, wearing brown slacks, a striped button down shirt and sunglasses. He slightly resembled Johnny Depp. He had a goatee that was split in two and braided with two white beads on the ends.
I could use this look on stage when trying to portray a dressed down Jack Sparrow.

Spying on Humanity

Thursday August 3rd - 9:30am - Montgomery Bart station platform

A fifty-something man with long gray hair tied back in a ponytail reaches around, grabs his ponytail, puts the bottom three or four inches in his mouth, and munches on it with his lips covering his teeth. For a very long time.
I could use these characteristics on stage when playing someone with no couth.

Observations

In my high school drama class, our teacher would assign weekly observations. We'd stand in front of the class and state who/what/when/where we observed a person doing something noteworthy, and how we would use those characteristics on stage. I'm bringing observations back. They'll be called Spying on Humanity.