Last night I got the chance to host a screening for Comedy Central's newest series, Broad City produced by the one and only Amy Poehler. The premier took place at iO and it was pretty much a packed house with a lot of laughter going on. The show is absolutely hilarious and it's going to be on Comedy Central right after Workaholics on Wednesday nights so I'd recommend watching it if you like to be happy.
Because Johnny Carson has always been my idol, (he grew up literally four blocks from where I did, just during different time periods unfortunately) I wanted to make certain I did my hosting duties justice last night. I envisioned myself warming up the audience and making everyone laugh and coo with my amazing jokes and wonderful on-stage voice. However if you've seen me in person lately you know that right now my voice sounds like a sixty-year-old woman who's been smoking menthols since the womb. I seem to have caught that nasty cold that's going around. So my debut hosting gig didn't go as planned. At one point my voice just completely cracked and I had to make a joke about "being sentimental" about the show. The audience just stared at me like "give us our free shirts already." And so I did.
And now because blog post ideas tend to get a little scarce in the winter (for me anyway) today I'm going to play around with a new segment called Limited Too Tuesdays- What I Was Up To In the Late 90s/Early 2000s. When I posted my resolutions from 1999 a few weeks ago several of you asked to see more and there doesn't seem like a better time than now. Mostly because I'm running low on ideas today. Ask and you shall receive, here it is!
The date reads 12/23/95 (in pink gel pen of course.)
I weathered a lot of "storms" in the 90s and this diary tells the tales of all of them. And so I present to you... Limited Too Tuesdays.
Today's selected diary entries reflect the importance of learning about winning and losing.
I "vowled" out in basketball way too much.
Unfortunately five years later in 2001 my competitive nature had only increased with time. Some would go so far as to call me "out of control" even, I just called it "having fun."
I'm not so sure I agree with my language, but my diary was my free place so I didn't hold back obviously. Don't be a prick and judge me okay? Prick. I think I need to work that word back into my vocab. Thirteen-year-old me used such cool adult swear words.
Next week we're going to cover a topic I call "Middle School Mean Girls." I didn't think I was a mean girl when I was younger, but this diary would prove otherwise.