Brain fart for title.

Happy Birthday to Phoebe. She turns one today- I know this may sound silly, but I think I might just go buy her an extra treat. This cat is spoiled like crazy! It's funny how our lives revolve around her- she brings out the best of us and relieves any kind of tension. Sometimes we'll just sit there and stare at her, talking about how 'pretty' she is. It's quite funny to hear us speak about her cat 'boyfriends' too... the ones who linger around our windows. I never thought that I could have this much love for a single animal, let alone want to celebrate her birthday. She's my little girl. And every single one of you knows how much this kitty rules. I'm never going to be an old cat lady though. I promise.

On Sunday night at around 10:30pm we heard a crash outside our windows. It sounded horrible... there were sounds of broken glass, torn up metal and deflating tires. So, of course, we rushed outside to see what happened but we weren't the only ones. The whole neighbourhood was there staring at the colision, wondering if the cab driver was ever going to make it out alive. We all made the assumption that he was dead and that the SUV was at fault. No one really knew what happened, but it was so real. The accident was 10 feet away from our front door. I was scared and I came, sadly because of this, to the realization that downtown isn't all that exciting. I mean, we hear sirens go off at least 20 times a day, they even wake me up at night. When I lived in the nice suburbs of Orleans, that was the rarest sound ever. I know the population difference states the obvious- but still... life sometimes just isn't fair. Innocent, is no way to die.

On a higher note- somewhat of... yesterday's stand-up class was amazing. I take back anything that I've ever said bad about Rob Trick (although I don't think I ever have). He may fart in class, but he's quite the master of pin-pointing. He had us do this very interesting excercise where you'd jot down pages and pages of your life story. You had to write about things you remembered and random information about yourself. We then had to turn those facts into questions.. like 'Who here is STILL afraid of thunderstorms?'... For the past two weeks, he's been getting people to go up in front of the class to ask these questions like an evangelist. It was my turn this week and I was pretty surprised at the outcome. He immediately mentioned that I was very grounded and asked me if I made lists. I was stunned to know that he knew I did. Then he asked if I kept my apartment clean and I didn't even have to answer- everyone else commented a nice 'yes, so clean or oh yeah'. So by that time I was somewhat intimidated but I still kept my cool. A classmate of mine said that I was very caring, the other said 'she's like our class mom' (is that a good thing to be?)...these positive comments just kept coming back and forth and I think I just might have blushed. Rob didn't mention that I needed alot of work with my act, he more like connected with me on several terms, one of which is my name change. I'm glad I got out of that little -put on the spot- without much homework and it was a nice little ego boost too. It's made me more confident, more versatile and more aware of who I really am on stage. Time to shine @ Healey's tonight.

I can't wait for Saturday.