Weaver: I'll take the box! The box!

Kuni: You took the box? Let's see what's in the box! (Pause while Hiro-san opens the box) Nothing! Absolutely nothing! STUPID! You're so STU-PIIIIIIIIIIID!

That is my blog today. NOTHING is in the blog.

Although you all are not stupid.

I'm in a funk, although not the kind of funk where those of you who have my phone number need to call it to see if I'm ok, though. I'm fine. I just haven't showered or brushed my teeth and it's 11 a.m. It's the kind of funk a person sinks into when they read only bad news in the paper. Or when that person hears of a potential vehicle repair bill that threatens to break into quadruple digits. Or hears bad things about people. Or any number of things that make a person wonder "What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks happened???"

Hmmm. What will get me out of a funk? Random pictures maybe? Random pictures of ME? Random pictures of me as a teenager?

Yes, I think that will help. But does it help if one of the pictures is of me getting strangled by Seth? Yes, because I was being fake strangled, not for-real strangled. Seth is the bad guy in the play "The Mousetrap" and I was his intended victim, Molly Ralston. I got away though. I got rescued just in the nick of time. Most of what I remember about that play is having to haul a vacuum cleaner from one entry onto the stage to another exit point. It was a heavy vacuum. And Tim Z wearing a cape. He wore a cape well. And I had to sing "3 Blind Mice" and my voice cracked because I had a cough.

We fell over after the struggle of strangulation rehearsal.See my shoe in the picture? I LOVED that pair of shoes. I wore it until I wore big giant holes in them. I was sad when those shoes died. I loved that sweater too. Yes, Seth is wearing his pants in the cuff-roll style that makes them really thin around the ankles. It was the 80s, people, and that was COOL. Dangit, I still like pants that way. But in the interest of visual pollution, I don't wear them that way. You're welcome.

Wanna see a waxy faced mannequin?
I'm not dissing myself, really. The overexposure in this picture just makes me look like the white witch (albeit with yellow hair and pink lips). I was 19, home for the summer from my freshman year at the Y. If I could get my hair to look like that again, I would (although I'd have to have the same facial thinness too. Oh well).

Maybe something blog-worthy will happen soon so I can get back to kvetching about contemporary things.


froggybaby said…
I remember going to see the play and Grandma and Grandpa went and when you kissed whoever you kissed, Grandpa made a really loud comment. His voice boomed! It is funny to see old pictures, the likes of which I've never before seen.
Jen said…
How fun to see pictures of you in your high school days. You were quite the fashion maven. However, I'm a little disappointed to learn that you still think the rolling of the pant cuffs is a good look.
Jen of a Prairie which is Pleasant above all others, all I can say is that I have love for it because it was the style in the 80s, the 80s. I have hugs for it too.

Jen of the Park of Orange, I remember hearing grandpa talk during that whole performance and yes, his voice did boom! I think I kissed Michael Warren. He played the husband of my character.