Go back to your old Internet haunts and check out the posts that 13-year-old you made. Count how many you still understand.

It's like nostalgia meets detective work!

So, I'm in the Philadelphia airport, where I've just had my second cancelled flight of the day. Plus, on the landing of the flight from Kansas City, there was awful turbulence and the plane had to circle around three times, and when we landed, all of the passengers applauded because everyone was just a little afraid they were going to die.

Then our flight to Pittsburgh was delayed, so we didn't miss it, except then it just...never came. Nobody really seemed to know why. So then we went to a later flight to Pittsburgh, except that then the first officer went missing, so they had to cancel that as well. So now we're maybe getting another flight, or maybe they're giving us a hotel room.

On the bright side: I may get to miss my statistics exam tomorrow morning.

(This post probably sounds more bitter than it actually is. There's nothing life-or-death waiting for me in Pittsburgh, so I honestly think this is all kind of fun. *g*)

EDIT: Oh, yeah, forgot to mention. Having met my niece, I can confirm that she is, in fact, the best niece in the world. Despite being teeny-tiny and lacking speech or fine motor control.

What's cooler than going to your university's TEDx event?

Going to your university's TEDx event as a journalist, and getting a press pass.

*swoons*

Today I participated in a scientific study (listening to a computer say words and then typing them) for $5. I think that officially makes me a college student.

The Senate has now officially voted to repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell.

Tut, tut.

http://tinychat.com/b1jfg

If you're having trouble getting in, would you let me know? I will try to find a client that works better.

I voted for the first time today. Civic duty officially exercised!

I had an actual positive chance run-in with a classmate from high school today. (Rare only because I tend to keep in contact with the people from high school I liked.) Funnily enough, I'd thought I'd seen her several times over the past few days, only to realize it was someone else, so when we ran into each other on the street, although I recognized her, it took me a few moments to say anything. *g*

In other news: my roommate and I are finally getting settled--I'm very proud of myself for getting all of the Internet set up, since it involved calling several customer service people--but classes are slow to gain momentum. I'm sure the programming classes will quickly become difficult, but otherwise my only concern is matrix algebra. Not because of the subject matter, but because my professor can't teach. I'll find friends who know the subject to help me.

And that concludes my drive-by update, I guess.

I have joined CMU's improv club! It's called No Parking Players (no, no one knows why) and it's really awesome. It's like summer camp, only some of the people are actually good at improv, and they always teach you how to get better.

I've actually been going for a month or so now (two meetings a week, in my copious spare time) and it's been really awesome. I'm terrible at improv, is the thing. I freeze way too easily. I can do games like Questions, which are about wordplay, but having to create a scene--a funny scene--out of nothing is almost impossible for me. See, I think too much. (Or, as one of the officers says, I'm "a cerebral player.") Part of it is that the comedy I tend towards is very dry and sarcastic, which is not conducive to improv, but a lot of it is getting stuck wondering what I should do next.

The funny thing is, when I stop wondering so much, I sometimes make a scene that really works.

So I've been working on not overthinking. And I'm getting better, a little bit. I can put aside the constant worry sometimes. I can look for situations in which I can react, instead of creating something out of nothing. And sometimes, when I say the first thing that pops into my head...it's actually funny.

Of course, there's a metaphor in there somewhere. But don't think about it too hard. *g*

It's 2:30 am, and my father is shoveling the driveway.

Don't ask me. I just live here. *g*