What a Wackadoo!!!

That's me. A Wackadoo.

I haven't blogged on here in SO LONG because I am a crazy idiot with not a second to breathe.

Well, okay that's a bit dramatic. But, literally, I have been running around doing a lot of fun and exciting things lately! Ah, New York....I am completey immersed in you. To begin, there's always work, which is a never ending so not much is needed to be said about that. I'm a server. Yes. I've also been keeping up with my new gym regime with Billy. We joined in the last week of February and we've just completed our 4th solid week. I month at the gym, 6 days a week! I've been pumping ironing, running again, boxing every saturday, I had a pilates demo which really hurt, I've had a fitness evaluation and the physical fitness continues on tomorrow. A new week of gym extravaganzas.

I've also just started improv classes through the PIT. I've only had one class so far. Every tuesday from 7-10pm. The class was a big success! I have to tell you how nervous I was for it....all day at work before our first my apprehension continued to grow. The class, however, was all fun and games. Literally. Everyone in the class was great. We seem to have some performance chops in us and people really got up and gave it their all. I was very impressed and excited for more by the end. I'm looking forward to our next class this tuesday.

Also, NBC came to our Harvard Sailing Team show last night. We were a hit. They want us to perform in there NBC network showcase! AHHHHSHITFUCKDAMNIT! So cool. So, bascially it's just a matter of time before we have our own TV show. It's about time.

We just spent all day filming a short video for the Naked Angels festival in April. I don't mean to blow smoke up our own asses but we were pretty damn good today. The shoot was a hoot, if you will. I think it's going to look amazing. I cant' wait to see it.

That's it for now.

Oh, I'm getting a tattoo. Here's a picture of the lady now:



That's right. Rosie the Riveter. But, instead in the caption bubble it will say, "You Can Do It, Clayton!"

I promise to write more.

Forget me not.