I want to take a trip by myself, Eat Pray Love style. Google wasn’t too helpful, though. I wonder if the Center of Evil has a swim-up bar?
I recognize that this is sort of an egotistical post, but I was just gchatting with my twin sister who broke up with her boyfriend recently and I was stuck by the wisdom of the advice I offered her. She has been very down lately and is looking for the answers to her problems in all of the wrong places - alcohol, cigarettes, sleeping with random guys, (even considering plastic surgery!) to make herself feel better. Below is what I said to her. This proves 3 things: 1) Time heals most wounds 2)I’m so much healthier and wiser than I was last year and am therefore able to be there for other people, 3) (It’s because of improv, really.)
me: its WAY too soon
are you joking?
way too soon
please let time heal em
time gives more accurate perspective
also, you need to believe in something
fitness, comedy, dogs, anything
just believe in something
besides your career because by definition your career is not always going to be there for you
BUT find something that will
that is NOT a human
This is an email I just sent to friends and family. Please read, and please call. And please, please reblog (PLEASE) and help me spread the word. It would mean a lot to me.
This past June 14th marks 4 years since my mother Martha was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. June 17th would have been…
Winston, the long-time lobby doorman at the Training Center building, passed away this week. The UCB office staff found out about his death last night.
The thing I loved about Winston was that he was such a positive presence in our building. He was always smiling and full energy. He always had a…
I had a cigarette with Winston after class a year ago probably - he started telling me about his grandkids and how good his grandson is at soccer and how his boys call him every day, and while we were talking his phone rang and it was his son calling to say hi. He was obviously very loved.
I also remember he had a funny nickname for Neil Casey - I don’t remember what it is, maybe it was just “Big Guy”, but I feel like it was something funnier - anyway I just remember Winston telling me he thought Neil Casey was a “cool dude”.
I’m sad I won’t see him next time I go to class.
In high school, my sister and I volunteered at C.A.R.E. shelter in Evanston, Illinois, every sunday morning from 8 am to noon, and then got banana milkshakes from the Steak and Shake across the street to reward ourselves. We were most often responsible for exercising and socializing the dogs. They always had so much energy it was like we couldn’t take them out enough. It is a no-kill shelter.
During that time, it never once occured to me that a banana milkshake wasn’t a good enough reward for 4 hours of seriously hard work.
I like high school Lauren!!!
Rico and I just watched this.
You should too!