The synaguards have started flirting with me. But other than that, not much else to report from the last month. Lies! I've been studying ratios and $10,000 words for the GRE. I think I take it tomorrow, but I haven't been emailed the time and location thereof. That, plus the possibility of an epically proportioned typhoon hitting HK this weekend may seriously hinder whether or not I take the test.
This is not a tragedy in my life. Grad school is not happening this year (I don't think...) So if the typhoon hits, I'll just get my $200 back and be able to buy many sandwiches in Korea to take to Caitlin in Mongolia. That's my plan: 2 more weeks in Hong Kong (doing Rocky Horror, eating as much mango curry as possible, and crying at the thought of leaving), 1 week in South Korea, 1 week in Mongolia, 1 week in Ireland, 2 weeks in Europe, a few days in NYC, a few days in Illinois, then South Dakota for a couple weeks. After that, I might get a job and try to make a difference in the world.
This weekend, I'll be performing in a charity show for the Hong Kong Breast Cancer Foundation. Apparently, Kate Winslet was going to go, but she's been uninvited due to worries of aggressive reporters. She's in town for the Steven Soderbergh viral movie that they won't let me be in.
If you have 10 minutes to kill, listen to a radio interview in which I was introduced as Karen Carpenter and sang a duet with the incredibly talented Arvin Robles:
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I thought that since you are likely homebound with the storm, you might have time to do a new blog, and I was not disappointed. I even was able to play the interview all by myself, with no help from The, Mother. It was great. Maybe next time they will actually let you talk, too!
The,
Dad.
That was The Mother writing a comment signed by The Dad. Am I right?
I didn't get to talk. I had all these facts and figures about breast cancer, and Phil never asked about it.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. The, Dad, gets full credit for comment number 1. Love, the real mom
You have already made a difference in the world. You have taken us places we not only will never be able to visit, but sadly have never heard of. We are now waiting to see what is next. Heck I don't even remember being in South Dakota.
Now you know that I can engage in the inane, puncuated by exclamation points. At the time I wrote my prior missive, I was recovering from suddenly realizing, at 5 A.M., that I had forgotten to attend a Lodge meeting the night before. Now I am all better (in my opinion). Big trouble is that "Suddenly Seymour" keeps going through my head. That would not be so bad, except that those are the only two words that I know from the song. Makes it somewhat muddled in my head when there a no words.
The,
Dad.
It sounds as if The, Dad, needs one of those Raspberries to alert him of impending fraternal duties. At least that would be good entertainment for the rest of us.
Guess who has listened to "Suddenly Seymore" 37 times?? Also, I am wearing a pair of jeans to make sure they fir before the Ireland trip!! Who knew??
Ok, when The, Dad starts asking "who knew?" then I'll start to worry. Good job, mom!!
It's not even the greatest recording of all time--I messed up near the end and practically ruined it.
Zac (tech genius and dear friend) has finished my showreel. I'll post it soon.
Suddenly Seymore is standing beside me
2 weeks! !!!!
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