where have i been all your life?

Um, I know, right? It's like... kind of crazy that we haven't talked in over a year. OVER A YEAR, PEOPLE. How are you okay with that? How was I okay with that for so effing long? All I can say: I'm really not okay with it now. I'm so now okay that I am busting out the blogging and doing some serious knowledge dropping into your collective eyepiece. Or I'm procrastinating. Let's stick with the former.

Since you haven't really been talkative so far, I guess I'll start by listing some of what I've done since last we spoke (an activity we know I quite enjoy [listing, that is, not ... not seeing you. You know what I mean]).

1. When did we chat last, February? Gosh. I think I was trying to finish up a government grant on the Night of 1,000 Crazy Liveblogs, and I'm pretty sure I actually did. Impressive. Me: 1. Government: -1000.

2. I moved! To a real apartment! WHAT? Yeah. I did it. I live in the city of Chicago now, the greatest city in the western hemisphere. Summer is thisclose, and I am excited enough to categorize my excitement as "super duper".

I'm already bored by this, guys. I don't think there's much else to tell: I still work theatrically, I'm singing in a choir and an a cappella group (an a cappella group that just performed with one Imogen Heap, in fact. I guess that's noteworthy), I'm sort of trying to figure out what's important in life and what's just distracting, and I'm wondering about what's next in a lot of areas of my existence. Nothing spectacularly interesting, as per the usual.

Today's lackluster post was brought to you by Jesse McCartney and T-Pain; the fact that it's all of a sudden summer after 2.75 days of spring; monochromatic outfits in primary colors; Heart being at Lilith Fair; and the five things I have due in three days.

LOVE. Besos and hugs. Let's get something of content up here sometime in the not-far future, shall we?

xoxox

The G-5 you're going to take when you tell him you're leaving, as stipulated by one J. McCartney