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We are the Patriots, the mighty mighty Patriots
Anywhere we go... nobody knows... who we are... so we're tellin them...

Sorry I didn't get to posting this earlier. I was a little busy partying with the first ever meeting of the Chicago GMU Alums. They are awesome people!

Holly at the Hollywood Sign






Random fun peeps I met at an improv drop-in class at Second City with my Feature Trend.










I ran into Mike from last summer's class at the drop-in and Maddy met up with all of us at IO West.












You all might recognise this guy from his blog/comments, but he just doesn't look the same without the shiny pants!








My friend Wendibus is on the right and her friend who's name I can't remember is on my left. Greg Proops is lighting a cigarette above my head. We are all a little tipsy.






Random fun with Wendy and Keith!

Maddy and I and our matching Elantras

See? That's why I have a boring job that I hate... so I can buy stupid shit I don't need.

80s Movie Help

I need a comedic monologue from an 80s teen movie NOW! Preferably by a
female character. HELP!
- Megan

ugh ...DATING

So as my long time readers might have figured out, or not. I never talk
about dating on my blog. There are several reasons for this including
but not limited to the fact that my dad is probably my most avid reader,
and my other readers are usually aquainted with or are themselves the
object of my often misplaced affection.

I've decided to break the rule for a quick rant. I like boys but I HATE
DATING!

Recently I realized that I have no excuses left. I finished college, I
have an apartment, a job, hobbies, friends, and a budding career as
Maddy's full-time ice cream taster in our all-girl version of
Entourage. So there's no reason why I can't focus on that "next step"
of my life. Right?

So I joined an online dating service, for a small fee. And there are
lots of nice, normal guys out there. I have met a couple of these nice
guys in person and we have had nice normal dates. At nice normal
places.

But as most of you know, I'm very far from normal. And this system just
isn't working for me.

I told myself that I wouldn't date actors. I thought I needed to find a
good stable drama-free guy, but I've discovered that I've forgotten how
to relate to those unfamiliar with the theatre world. Conversations
always break down because I have to translate meganeeze into american
and we end up "talking about the thing and not actually having a
relationship" as my feature trend might say.

See there I go again! My life is so all-consumed with improv!

The other major flaw inherent in these online suitors is that they find
me attractive enough to date. That's an instant turn-off. Yes I do
need therapy.

Its just that I don't have a lot of free time in my life, so if I'm not
engaged in a debate about the differences between Mamet and Beckett or
plotting ways to advance my career, I pretty much shut down for the sake
of resting. I seriously have a one-track obsessive mind. Which is good
as an actor, bad for a normal conversation.

Dating is traditionally a way to get to know potential marriage
material. Well if I don't want get married or have kids any time soon
so why should I waste my time pretending I do? Because society tells me
I should? Why is being single such a bad thing? How come even Bridget
Jones has to get her Mark Darcy to make it a happy ending?

I'm not saying I don't want companionship. If Mr. Right did a prat fall
upstage into me I would give him a "yes, and" and see how the scene
plays out.

I just feel like when "respond to my online suitors" gets added to my
list of things to do between "laundry" and "clean the bathroom" then
maybe I've already answered my own question.

I love you so much, laundry. I know you will always be there for me!

Waiting...

So are we in level 2 or not?

This was such a surreal afternoon. We were all talking and laughing as we had lunch and beers across the street at Corcorans. Acting like it was just another after class get-together, except occaisionally someone would mention THE LIST. The comically veiled tension reminded me of my grandfather's funeral. See? These are my people. Instead of talking about the thing, we are all suffering secretly, and having the best laugh of our lives.

I am very happy to announce that I AM on the list. But so sad that half the people in these pictures were not. I'm going to miss them. It's hard to spend 5 months with people and not get attached. I'm going to miss you guys. You will always have a special place in my heart.

Happy and Tired

I'm home.

Goodbye Sunny Smoggy Goodness

- Megan