BINGO was his name-o.

You know how before you enter into high school or college they always tell you that once you find your niche things will fall into place, well after searching long and hard, I think I've found my niche... among the over 65 crowd. I came home this weekend to attend a conference at AOL on Friday, but afterwards I headed to the Fairfax Fire Station, for what I thought was going to be a good old fashioned game of bingo. Little did I know that I was entering the most intensely competitive bingo arena known to man. My mom and I walked in the room and right off the bat it was obvious that we were the new kids in town. Everyone already had their seats and were all set up with good luck charms and colorful dabbers surrounding them. (A dabber is the ink blotter that you use to mark your bingo cards, just to catch you up on the lingo). Once we got our cards we squeezed in across from this one guy that had 18 bingo cards laying out in front of him... we figured he knew what he was doing. Basically this guy was checking his 18 cards and my 6 cards in about a 15 second time span. I feel like thats something that should go on your resume. Anyway, the night was a blast.

I'm starting to think my life deserves its own MTV reality tv show.

Closet freak.

Ok, so I've been MIA for the past few weeks. I can't tell you exactly what I've been doing in all that time, but I can tell you where I've been for the past hour and the answer is: my closet. My public speaking class has driven me to the brink of CRAZY. I awoke around 7:30 this morning only to take my position inside my closet and rehearse my speech as if I was in front of a huge auditorium. This new practicing location stems partly from the fact that I feel bad for my roomates who have to endure the endless repetition of the same material. The only problem with this is that it's hard to gauge an audience's response by looking at a colorful array of long sleeved shirts and sweaters. I can only hope my audience tomorrow will be as bright and cheery.