Whiplash

I can't find my journal. This makes me nervous. I'm sure I've probably misplaced it, but since I have a tendency towards paranoia, I sometimes wonder whether someone has taken it for some late-night reading... But why? No, Caitlin, you've just misplaced it. You probably hid it somewhere and have now forgotten where your hiding place is.

I miss my journal because apart from updating on foursquare of places I've been too or taking pictures, I don't really feel like I'm recording my time here well. I could say my last days here, but I don't think these will be my last days in New York.

Last night was amazing. A friend of my friend had reserved seats for him at Whiplash, the free show that plays each Monday at the UCB Theatre and I couldn't remember the last thing I had seen at UCB (something with Jake probably, but what? Who knows?)

I sat down with a PBR and expected to be tickled but not really impressed, but wow, I didn't know how amazing these comedians were going to be - and how could I? I hadn't read the line up.

I have not yet seen enough stand-up shows to start commenting on acts without sounding like a total fraud, but of all the performers (Hannibal Buress, Louis Katz, Sheng Wang, Louis C.K., Seth Herzog, Jessi Klein and Donald Glover) that entertained us that night, Sheng Wang, Hannibal Buress, Louis C.K., and Donald Glover had me laughing the most.

I was so surprised when they announced Louis C.K. and the audience was too, because I don't think a lot of people knew he would be there, and he was amazing. I loved how casual his performance was, with his notepad out and his tangents, but that made it all the more special.

His bit about technology that went viral online stuck with me for a long time and this time he helped me confirm that shutting down more of my online accounts is definitely the way to go. He also made me miss my journal, since he himself has decided to stop writing on the computer because he finds it too distracting, and I do too. I can't get anything done without getting hundreds of completely pointless things dones before.

I've been up since 8am and yet I have hardly accomplished anything except for minor Social Network activities. It's pathetic and frankly, alarming, and I don't want my life to be caught up in it all that much.

"Fuck you, just a little bit, sweetheart, fuck you."

- Louis C.K.

Sheng Weng had me shaking with laughter, he was just wonderful, and Donald Glover was such a surprise because I think I had just seen some clips of him at Ad Week and, of course, from some episodes of Community. Not to forget where I first saw him, on YouTube in the comedy troupe Derrick Comedy. I remember subscribing to them back in 2006. Look at well he has done!

Afterwards we met my friends friend and had a drink and some of the comedians who had performed were there, including Donald Glover, at one point I felt like saying, "Great show/set" but without any introduction or anything worth his time to say afterwards I didn't bother. I probably should have. I should have just committed to being a fan, maybe if I was positive that I remembered him from Derrick Comedy, which I wasn't until this morning, I could have been like, "YouTuuuube!" but ah well, no loss for him, I'm sure.

A lot of the comedians seemed to touch on getting older and being more responsible, and though I myself have no inclination to get responsible by having children, waking up early in the morning does make you feel like a responsible person who should at least own a pet or something.

That's how I felt this morning after I had grabbed some breakfast and spent a good 15 minutes at CVS making sure I bought the cheapest deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush and moisturizing lotion. The act of being awake and being cheap somehow brought on this idea that maybe a pet could further my progress. I've decided, for the animal's sake, that that was a terrible idea.

However, responsible I am clearly not, I am so behind on everything and writing this silly blog doesn't help.

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