captured: 08/09/07 @ 3:56am [ ] hey guys, i have a new journal.  i don't know if you read this anymore.  but yeah, there's a link in my AIM profile.  or my new username is oliviacarrsays do it. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 07/17/07 @ 12:00am [ ] [ mood | awake ] I haven't updated in a ridiculously long time. I guess I never feel like I have the time. But it's Monday night and I can't sleep. Enough said.  Summer has been nice so far. I went to Italy. It was really great but I was ready to come home. I feel like shit - I don't think I bought enough stuff for enough people. Whatever, too late. Everything there was either really gross and touristy or a way too expensive. I have a lot of pictures that I haven't taken the time to put up on facebook yet.  I came back and went straight to work. Main Street has been cool. I have a lot of fun with the other counselors and the campers have all been pretty nice - they have a lot of surprising potential. We just finished the Seussical camp and started Into the Woods today. Rebecca is directing this show so it should be really cool and contemporary. You should all come see it. That's assuming people still read my journal - it's not at all horrible if they have deleted this username considering I never use it.  I still haven't recieved my AP scores and it's making me uncomfortable. I got my SATs though and I'm happy, I guess. I got a 12 on my essay which I am super happy with but pooped on the math section pretty much. I'm going to take them again anyway.  I'm a certified MRT. I'm going to volunteer for an ambulance service soon.  Adrienne Camm asked me to be the Stage Manager for Fiddler On The Roof at her parents' theater in Bethlehem. I'm really excited.  I'm looking for a monologue for my college audition.  Seriously, come see Into the Woods at Main Street Theater in Woodbury.  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows comes out in 4 days.  What the fuck College Board, you sent my brother his scores! Why not me? Freshman Orietation, I hate you.  I think that's all for now.    Olivia comment - catalog - further research

captured: 04/09/07 @ 10:21pm [ ] I feel like punching the world in the balls - just winding up real far and going to town. 2 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 04/08/07 @ 7:43pm [ ] [ mood | cold ] I wanted to write an entry but I really should finish my history chapter. This is a good compromise. IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? So, here's how it works: 1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2. Put it on shuffle 3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button Opening Credits: That Time - Regina Spektor  Waking up: Lyla - Oasis  Falling in Love: Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles  Fight Song: Beautiful Day - U2  Breaking up: Only Superstition - Coldplay  Prom: Think Of Me - Phantom of the Opera Life: Acoustic #3 - Goo Goo Dolls Mental Breakdown: Run Away! - Spamalot (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) Driving: Cold Rain and Snow - The Grateful Dead Flash Back: Have A Talk With God - Stevie Wonder Getting Back Together: Two Coins - Dispatch  Wedding: Wishing Well - Phantom Planet Birth of a Child: New Slang - The Shins Final Battle: Everything In Its Place - Radiohead  End Credits: Love You Madly - Cake   A little bit of a waste of time,     Olivia comment - catalog - further research

captured: 02/27/07 @ 10:43pm [ ] It has been a bad month. A terrible fucking month for everyone. It will be over tomorrow. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/29/07 @ 7:12pm [ ]            My stream of consciousness paper is pretty much out of control...not sure if I like it.... My shirt is buttoned too high. I told her not to button the top one…stupid itchy shirt. I hate picture day with every fiber of my stupid-itchy-shirt-wearing being. I hate picture day I hate wearing a tie and I hate my mother for buttoning that top button.             The line stretches from the trophy case with the dusty old semi-pornographic wrestling trophies from the ‘80’s or something all the way to the door to the gymnasium. The gym always smells like the musk of sweat socks and the sharp smell of rubber I like gym though, because it’s the only place in the school where it is be socially acceptable to wear cotton sweatpants….too bad I throw like a girl.             This line is so long. Stupid kids staring straight ahead like a bunch of cattle going to the slaughter with their white pressed shirts and their shoes so shiny and bright they blind you. Everyone standing there asleep on their feet like horses and I think elephants do that too, fall asleep standing, I mean.             I wish I ate breakfast this morning even if the eggs were a pale green/grey, it feels like a wild animal is trying to claw its way out of my stomach. It probably won’t be able to chew its way through my polyester shirt it’s made of plastic, I swear.             It’s my turn now. I walk through the metal doors to the gym past the racks of basketballs that give it that rubber smell that makes you think of a million old worn sneakers piled up just under your nose. A woman is beckoning me towards the setup, big lights a big camera and a sorry-looking box sitting alone in front of everything. She told me to sit down and I did, the box was uncomfortablely hard and unforgiving to the backside…I’m 12 years old now, I should be able to say it…..it was unforgiving to the ass. Whenever I say that word I think of a donkey, it’s not quite as offensive that way – not as effective an insult either.             The woman is leaning over me she smells like cigarettes and strong cheese dirty armpits and alcohol. Her hair is gray but died a light shade of blue the way old ladies do it sometimes. She looked dusty up close. You’re a cute one, she said over and over and every time she would breathe that horrible breath like the smell of a swamp. She licks her palms and smooths down my comb-over…thanks for that too mom.  She smooths and smiles a swampy brown smile with swampy breath and now I smell like trash and Chanel No. 5. The cameraman is clicking buttons on the big camera, Hurry up Bertha Hurry up Bertha he said. But she kept smiling and smoothing and smiling and smoothing and smiling and smoothing…I feel sick and dizzy with the stink - stupid old lady stupid top button stupid picture day stupid mother!  My legs moved on their own lifting me up and carrying me out of the gym with my tie flapping and the lady yelling WHAT THE HELL…KID COME BACK HERE NOW! My legs carried me down the hall past my wide-eyed classmates past the bathrooms around the corner past the broom closet and out the back entrance of the school. My legs kept running and my arms kept pumping down the road and I became sweaty and winded. I hate picture day I can’t stand it I can’t stand it when strangers touch me and I have to smile like I’m the happiest kid in the world but I’m not and I hate it.  My veins were pumping acid my muscles burning and lungs on fire but I ran and ran and ran and didn’t stop. The park fence is close now. Try to jump over it it’s not too high. I felt my sleeve catch on the fence and warm pouring down my arm. Cut my elbow on the fence and ripped my best shirt. I don’t care my mother likes this shirt and she likes to button it up all the way even when I say it’s itchy.  I don’t care what she thinks because I’m not a baby anymore. There’s a bench to sit down on to see how bad my arm is it hurts really bad now and my eyes are tearing up. I’m not a baby anymore only babies cry. The park is nice but I am cold and tired from running. Something crinkled in my pocket so I reach in and take out a note with my mom’s loopy handwriting. SMILE PRETTY I WANT MY MONEY’S WORTH AFTER WHAT YOU PULLED LAST YEAR YOUNG MAN, it said. My eyes began to cry harder and my arm dripped red on my white shirt my best white shirt. I guess I’m going to have to stay out here for a while longer. I stay here in the cold sitting on my ass…that’s right, I said it. 1 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/25/07 @ 6:44pm [ ] So, I hope everyone is happy with their roles for Anything Goes. I'm not going to say something stereotypical and stupid like, "every part in the show counts", (even though it's true) because I think you all know that on your own.  Let me just say that I am hoping for a snow day or wind chill day...whatever. I really don't want to take this Walden test. I'll be ready...I hope...I just really don't want to take it. Cross your fingers! I know I will be.   Congratulations to everyone in the show - it's going to be fun,         Olivia 1 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/21/07 @ 2:30pm [ ] [ mood | anxious ] It's amazing how easy it is to lie to yourself. I woke up this morning with plans to study for exams, read Walden, clean my room - basically have an all around productive day. But when I got downstairs I saw the computer and I began to think "Wow, I should really check my email", and then when I got on and started checking my email..."As long as I'm on I should check my facebook." I don't think I have to tell you what happened next, it's the same old story and it really says fabulous things about my will power.  So, as long as I'm checking my email and my facebook I might as well.... I need to get a dress for Senior Semi I need to decide whether or not I want to major in Pre Med  I need to clean my room I need to read Walden  I need to stop being a bish to everyone I need not to care so much  I need to get back in shape for lacrosse  I need to decide whether or not to go to Friendly's  I need to stop being in denial I need to try harder I wish my To Do List wasn't as depressing as it is. I wish my list could look like Katherine's. 1 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/19/07 @ 11:41pm The Shins have a new CD coming out on the 26th!! Everyone buy it!! [ ] [ mood | cold ] Yeah, it's been a while. I haven't really had the time to write a full entry and when I do in fact have the time I don't really feel like typing. Oh well, nothing has really happened anyway. I guess I'll just write what I'm thinking about instead of trying to inject some order into this, it never works anyway.  So, I'm sitting here watching TV. Do you know that new Starburst commercial with the two guys who work at some kind of aquarium and they're brushing a beluga whale's teeth (what a job, right?). One of the guys eats a Starburst and says, "Wow, these are really juicy." Other guy says: "Really? Let me try one. Yeah, they are really juicy. Good thing we're wearing these wet suits." They both laugh and the whale spits all of this water at them. The second guy with some kind of Nordic accent says "Come on Kiki, that was funny. Juicy Starbursts, wet suits." Laugh. Whale spits up again. The guy says, "Fine, brush your own teeth. We're going to eat our juicy Starbursts in our wet suits." And they walk away. Anyway, I just find that commercial hilarious, I'm not sure why. Every time it comes on I nearly pee my pants and rewind it like 8 times (the joys of Tivo).  I'm pretty sure I have frost bite on my hands. I was outside without gloves for about an hour. Ugh. Not my idea, let me tell you. But now I'm home and nothing's on TV and my hands are too stiff to knit, it's pretty hard to type too.  Now I'm going to talk about midterms I guess. I had English and Precalculus yesterday and History and French today. Nothing too bad so far. I'm afraid of the Chem and Human Bio exams though. I heard Bio is damn near impossible. Good thing Katherine, Amber, and I are all going over Caitlin's house after the test on Monday to have a study party.  I don't understand why anyone would want to be in a horror movie. The plots are always dumb and all you do is scream and run around in a ripped up costume. If you're going to be an actor at least choose respectable jobs, seriously.  I also want to mention that Dane Cook has over-stayed his welcome. He either needs to get new material or go hide under a rock with Jessica Simpson, Lindsay Lohan, and all other pop culture people who are disgustingly over-exposed. But that's just me. Everyone should buy Demetri Martin's comedy album, These Are Jokes. He's so funny, really. DO IT.  Uhhhh, so I should probably say something about Anything Goes. All I can really say is that I hope everyone will be happy with the roles they got. Casting should be up soon. I'm really really excited about it. Mr. Doniger seems to really want to know what I think about the sets, costumes, and casting and stuff. I think I'm really going to learn something this time, *coughPajamaGamecoughcough*. I can't wait to give notes and help with character questions. SO EXCITED! I'm thoroughly enjoying Pomperaug Theater this year. It's a good feeling.  One more thing, I just read an amazing book. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. I've been trying to peddle it to people but no one really seems to be interested. I'm trying to break this whole contemporary literature prejudice that I've noticed lately. People assume that because it was written in the last 20 years, it's not worth their time. "Read the classics"! Yeah, you should read the classics but you shouldn't ignore new writers just because their last name isn't Proust or Kafka. Believe me, I used to be a book snob but after reading A Winter's Tale by Mark Helprin and The History of Love, I realized that recent books are just as worthy of your time as the "classics", if not more so. It's an amazing book, read it, seriously.  Well, this was an incredibly strange entry. Props to anyone who read the entire thing. I'm going to go watch a movie now.  See ya,  Liv 2 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/11/07 @ 5:59pm [ ] ALL HAIL ZEUS!!  I'm so excited it's Friday tomorrow, you have no idea. I had such a rough week. Incredible amount of work, very little sleep. Bad news.  More later. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/02/07 @ 6:09pm [ ] [ mood | chipper ] January 1. Did you have a new year's resolution this year? Nope, not really. 2. Who kissed you at midnight? nobody. 3. Does it snow where you live? don't even get me started 4. Do you like hot chocolate? yes please 5. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop? nope and i don't plan on it. February 1. Who was your valentine in 2006? Dom 2. What did your valentine get you? uuhh  I don't remember....sorry :-P 4. Who have you done a project on for Black History Month? Harriet Tubman...cliche, I know. 5. Do you care if the ground hog sees its shadow or not? eh not really. March 1. Are you Irish? 100% 2. Do you wear green on St. Patty's Day? No, that's dumb. 3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2006? We have a family dinner usually. 4. Are you happy when winter is pretty much over? yeah, usually. April 1. Do you like the rain? April showers bring May flowers. :-) 2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year? no not really :-( 3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter? chocolate :-D 4. Do you celebrate 4-20? huh? May 1. What's your favorite kind of flower? snapdragons. 2. Do you like the spring? it's my favorite 3. Finish the phrase: April showers bring... hey!! 4. What is the first spring color that comes to mind? green. June 1. What year did will you graduate from school? 2008 2. Did you go on any vacations last June? Naitonals in Pennsylvania 3. Did you realize nothing special happens in June? shut up. July 1. What did you do on the 4th of July? New Hampshire. 2. Do you go on any vacations during this month? (see above) 3. Do you blast the A/C all day? we don't have AC  in the house. August 1. Did you do anything special to end off your summer? Lots of reading. 2. What was your favorite summer memory of '06? Nationals. 3. Do you go swimming a lot in the summer? yeah i guess 4. Do you go to the beach a lot? i don't like the beach September 1. Did you attend school/college in '06? i'm a junior. 2. Who is/was your favorite teacher? Mrs. Carney maybe or Ms. Perrault 3. Do you like fall better than summer? The weather, yes. The school, no. October 1. What was your favorite Halloween costume ever? My blow up Sumo wrestler was pretty freakin' cool. 2. What's your favorite candy? Reeses! 3. What did you dress up like this year? uuuuh i can't remember. November 1. Whose house did you go to for thanksgiving? My grandma's 2. Do you love stuffing? I would like to be burried in a vat of it so I could eat my way out. 3. What are you thankful for? stuffing. December 1. Do you celebrate Christmas? yessuh. 2. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe? nope. 3. What [did] you want this year for Christmas? a digital camera and a lamp for my desk. 4. What's the best present you ever got for Christmas? that's a hard one. 5. Do you like cold weather? I stick with Ethan's answer: To a point. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 01/02/07 @ 5:39pm I was behind on the surveys... [ ] 1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?  I got my permit.....but I haven't used it yet. 2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? No, not really. 3. did anyone close to you give birth? My Aunt Karen in October and my Aunt Patty in December. Two new cousins!! 4. Did anyone close to you die? no 5. what countries did you visit? none in 2006 6. what would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006? My license. 7. what date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? hhhmmm nothing i can think of. sad, isn't it? 8. what was your biggest achievement of the year? uuuuhh...well, I got a job... 9. what was your biggest failure? my first quarter grades this year 10. did you suffer illness or injury? nothing major. 11. what was the best thing you bought? The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. I wish I wrote that book. 12. where did most of your money go? random stuff... 13. what did you get really, really, really excited about? The Tempest and Assisstant Directing Anything Goes. 14. what song will always remind you of 2006? "Us", Regina Spektor 15. compared to this time last year, are you: happier or sadder? - about the same older or wiser? -  both, i think thinner or fatter? - same? i don't know richer or poorer? - richer. I got a job, remember? 16. what do you wish you'd done more of? i wish i studied harder. 17. what do you wish you'd done less of? procrastinating 18. how will you be spending christmas? with my family 19. what was your favorite TV program? Grey's Anatomy probably. The acting is strong, cast is good, and writing is incredible. 20. do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? not really. 21. what was the best book you read? The History of Love by Nicole Krauss 22. what was your greatest musical discovery? Regina Spektor. 23. what did you want and get? a new camera 24. what did you want and not get? nothing really. 25. what was your favorite film of this year? hhmm i don't know 26. what did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I didn't really do anything for my 16th. 27. what one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? dunno. 28. how would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006? haha. 29. what kept you sane? weekends. 30. which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? myself. 31. what political issue stirred you the most? the crisis in the Darfur region of Sudan....that's more humanitarian 32. who did you miss? Jess 33. who was the best new person you meet? Dan Ferieji....I hope I spelled his last name right. Sorry, Dan. 34. tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006: Take responsibilities for your mistakes. 35: quote or song lyric that sums up your year:  This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope it don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again comment - catalog - further research

captured: 11/30/06 @ 1:34pm [ ] I'M IN THE LIBRARY FOR HUMAN BIO! I JUST ARTIFICIALLY STIMULATED AN EARTHWORM WITH 5.0 VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY, BUT FIRST I HAD TO PARALYZE IT WITH DILUTED ETHANOL.  ...yeah, i know...weird class.  :-) comment - catalog - further research

captured: 11/22/06 @ 4:49pm [ ] Wow...it's been a while.  So The Tempest went well. I had a lot of fun with it. Our reviews were all positive so I'm hoping for a Halo Award. Maybe?  Ummm...what else?  I'm really excited for this long weekend. But it's going so well today. I was so bored when I got home from school, I read two chapters of Bailey and 35 pages of The Scarlet Letter. Oh geez....I need help. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 10/27/06 @ 3:05pm [ ] We're all presidents We're all congressmen We're all cops In waiting. We're the workers of the world. There is the elite and the dispossessed And it's only about survival, Who has skill to play the game For all it's worth. Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection. Let's try to keep As much emotion out of this As possible. Let's try not to remember any names. We'll do it for our country, For our people, For a moral vision. United, we'll make them remember Our history, And how we like to be told... How we like to be told. And we rock, Because it's us against them. We've found our own reasons to sing. And it's so much less confusing When lines are drawn like that, When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes Of the cogs in the system. It's just about knowing where everyone stands. All of a sudden, People start talking about guns, Talking like they're going to war. 'Cause they found something to die for. Start taking back what they stole; Sure beats any other option, Does it make a difference how we get it? Well, do you really fucking get it? No. ~Those Anarcho Punks are Mysterious comment - catalog - further research

captured: 10/22/06 @ 12:05am [ ] I am, as of this afternoon, employed at Juxtaposed Kids Children's Interactive Gym & Art Play Facility. YAY. $9/hour on weekends of my choice. SSSSWWWWEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTT. 2 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 10/18/06 @ 9:36pm [ ] sucko day. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 10/16/06 @ 12:00am [ ] I'm home from South Carolina (finally) and I had a boppin' time. I mean, airports are always stressful, especially with my mother who second guesses everything and won't believe me when I say that the baggage claim is to the left even when there is a big sign that says "BAGGAGE CLAIM" and an arrow pointing very obviously in a left-ward direction, and my little sister who cries about everything and insists that she bring 4 trillion dolls and then refuses to carry any of them. You kind of just have to take it as it comes, swallow your pride and let incredibly annoying and homicide-inducing things wash over you. It's an invaluable skill that has taken me years to master. I know I sort of jumped into the whole story without an explanation so here goes...I was in South Carolina because my uncle (my mom's younger brother, Ryan) was getting married to this very cool Southern girl named Jen. So my entire extended family clogged America's airways and Charleston, South Carolina's streets for a weekend to celebrate this crazy cool marriage. God save the people of South Carolina, seriously. Each individual member of my family is their own little bag of crazy, I can't imagine how it is when we all get together. Well, I know how it is, but I wonder what it's like from an outsider's perspective. Let me see...about 30 loud (and probably drunk) Boston Irish of all ages showing complete disdain but ultimate love for one another while making as big a mess as possible. That gives you a nice picture there. And like I said, we were all in a confined area, ie: the humongous beach house my grandfather rented with 11 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, a pool, and an elevator (it was pretty sweet). Needless to say, that house was trashed by the time we left. To further explain the insanity that thrives in my gene pool, I give you my great uncle Michael. He's really a brilliant man, a department head and a professor at a university in the south somewhere (I don't ask too many questions). But you see, you would never be able to tell. This weekend he called me Heather (my cousin's name) and told me that my eyes are very beautiful (they're hazel) and that they match my dress (it was red and blue). Michael is one of those people who you just have to accept, no questions asked. Like when he went to the wedding reception carrying a pink felt bag. No one really asked what the bag was for, we knew he would tell us sooner or later. Sure enough, he did, right before the dancing was about to start he pulled out the back and announced to the room at large-full of 200 family, friends, and strangers-that these were his special dancing shoes. He danced for the rest of the night in high heeled black patent leather "dancing shoes" with his wife, a soft spoken woman. My cousins and I think she is a robot that Michael created one night when he tired of roller skating (his favorite past time). I'm really not making any of this up, seriously. Sometimes I wonder if Michael is just playing a glorious joke on everyone, now that would be funny. I'm not saying my whole family is like that though. I have some really awesome relatives that I wish I could see more often. Like my aunt Amy and her boyfriend Eric. Everyone asks when they're going to get married, they've been together for 7 years and they're soulmates. You can just tell when you look at them that they are going to be together forever. They met at a Lampoon when they were both going to school at Harvard. Both English majors. Both in love with New York City (where they live now). And they both have an offbeat sense of humor and of life that makes them perfect for each other. They're just really really really awesome people. Amy is funny and interesting, she always has something good to say. And Eric is a writer so he's always asking questions and seems genuinely interested in what you have to say. He always says "that's fanscinating" when you're done speaking and not in a sarcastic or half hearted kind of way, but in a true, just great kind of way. It sounds odd but I've been trying to be like Eric, he can talk to anyone about anything. He doesn't mind being uninformed about something, inform him. He doesn't mind if you have different political or religious beliefs, debate with him. He's the perfect listener and the perfect friend. He kept telling me to visit them in New York City to see a show (he writes for Saturday Night Live) or to visit NYU or something since they live almost in the middle of the campus. So, I'm definitely going to take them up on that offer. Plus, they might come see The Tempest if Eric doesn't have a show that weekend too. I just love them. They're the kind of people you're proud to have in your family. Not that I'm not proud to have my other relative in my family, but Amy and Eric are the kind of relatives you brag about. I feel like a stupid 8 year old for saying that, but it's true. Anyway, I got pretty off track. The wedding was good and the company was better. Plus, my aunt Karen gave birth to my new baby cousin Tobias this morning in Danbury Hospital. My mom and I are going to go visit her tomorrow, there's no way I can get to school at this rate. I hate missing school but there's really nothing I can do to get around it. See you all Tuesday. Olivia 1 - comment - catalog - further research

captured: 10/10/06 @ 9:52pm [ ] Who is tired of Disney reusing pieces of score for different and completely unrelated movies? I am. comment - catalog - further research

captured: 09/30/06 @ 11:47pm [ ] I'm writing this partly because I want to save you all from a potentially boring and long conversation with me and partly because I'm so jazzed that I won't be able to fall asleep yet. I've just had the best night in a while. I went to go see David Sedaris at The Palace with Astrid Cook tonight. Driving there, I was excited but I wasn't peeing my pants or anything (which I thought I would be). I guess it hadn't sunk in yet or something. But when we got there and sat down, the lights dimmed, and David Sedaris stepped on stage; I was shaking I was so excited. So the show began. The stage was set with a podium, a mic, and a small table covered in water bottles. By the way, I'm sitting here watching The Osbournes, it's fucking ridiculous, I just thought I'd mention. But anyway he walked out, he's such a short and skinny man, it was a little funny. And then he began to speak in his high-pitched twangy voice, reading his awesomely weird and hilarious stories. He chose three new stories that he had recently written and had never before read aloud. They were great, just really really great. Through it all I was marveling at how crazy and different peoples' laughs are. The lady next to me had a snivel-y laugh and the lady next to her had this loud belch-like laugh. It was really distracting. So, after he read his stories he chatted for a while about a book he recommends, I guess he brings a different one to every tour, and then took some questions from the audience. He mentioned his brother which I thought was funny because I have been reading about Michael "Rooster" Sedaris for over a year now and he doesn't seem real, even though I know they are all narratives. But to hear his brother talking about him and telling the audience that Rooster owes him money and blah blah blah, it was so surreal. After the show Astrid and I waited in line to get our books signed. I bought a new copy of Me Talk Pretty One Day because it's my favorite of his and I didn't want to insult him with a crappy copy or whatever. The line was so LONG but we trucked it from our seats are were near the front. Still, we had to wait a while so he could have a cigarette break (he smokes like a chimney) but then the line slowly started to move. I thought he would be awkward or anti social or something, that's just the way he comes off in his writing. But he is the nicest, friendliest person you could possibly meet. I didn't expect him to talk to us or write anything personal in our books because they (Palace employees)asked us our names and wrote it on a Post-It to put on the title page. I figured he would write something like "To Olivia, David Sedaris" or something stupid. But he actually talked to us and seemed interested in what we were saying. He asked me how old I was and out of nervousness I made a crack about being the youngest one there. Then he very nicely asked where I lived and if I was in school. Then he caught me off guard. He asked me if I wore jewelry and I mumbled something about taking it off because I was fiddling with it and it was distracting me. So he pulled out his bag and said that whenever he travels he buys something small to give to the teenagers that go to his shows. He said that I had a choice between a rubber peanut eraser (it actually looked like a peanut, weird) or a bracelet. I took the bracelet and thanked him profusely while he signed my book. When I was walking way I checked it. It says "To Olivia. I'm so happy you're alive. David Sedaris." HOW COOL IS THAT!!!!!!!!!!! That made my life, I swear. I think I will be talking about this for the next few weeks. I'm sorry if it's annoying but I really can't help it. I like him even more now. You know how you get so set on a celebrity or important figure or whatever and then you meet then or see/read an interview with them and they just seem so stupid or, in the least, different from how you pictured them. Well, with David Sedaris it was the complete opposite. Meeting him just made me like him more and that's great. I had a really really really really really really really really really really really good night. I'm in such a good mood right now it's insane. very happily signing off, Olivia 2 - comment - catalog - further research

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