Saturday, June 18, 2011

Life: The best way to learn to laugh.

I just started reading my first "text book" in the field of work I should have been studying all along.  It only took me three degrees to finally balls up, and take a step into the right direction. The book is Truth in Comedy, a manual of improvisation, and the dream is fourteen years in the making.  Here is a little story, for those who care (or are still awake and need something to read...)

In 8th grade, I had characters.  When my friends would tap my head, I would change channels to a new character, and just go with it.  From this was born the "Anna's going to NYC," plan.  After graduation, I was supposed to hop on the first plane to New York, and hit the comedy scene, and eventually, these characters that had been the brain-children of a daydreaming 13-year-old girl would become the next Mary Catherine Gallagher, Arianna and Roseanne Roseannadanna  (not that one could ever compare with the magnificent Gilda Radner).  Instead, I got wrapped up in a bad relationship, tried to join the navy, and went to junior college...and then college...and then grad school.  I started a family with a wonderful man, and had two of the most animated, beautiful, funny kids imaginable.  I lived.  I am now 27-years-old, and because I decided to follow the advice of a man who thankfully made the statement that life is too short, and tomorrow may never come, I auditioned for a sketch comedy/improv group, and made the cut.  Now, at 27, I am pursuing a dream that I was beginning to think would always be just that, a dream.  I am not one who gets preachy, but I asked god to open a door for me, just open it, and I would walk through it...and low and behold, a door was presented.

Some might wonder whether I regret not taking that step nine years ago; whether I regret not stepping on a plane bound for NYC in pursuit of my dream.  No. I do not. Why? Look, I'm a funny woman.  I know that.  Even without people telling me I’m funny, I know I am.  My sense of humor has been my shield, my friend and my backbone most of my life, but at 18, I didn’t know a damn thing about life.  In the nine years since graduating from high school, I have lost a parent, fallen down, gotten up, gotten married, been by myself, dealt with the navy, had two whacky kids, read way too many text books, made friends, lost friends, learned to appreciate things, learned to hate things I once took for granted, become friends with my mom, become friends with my enemies, been crapped on (both literally and figuratively), fallen down some more, adapted, overcome, and learned to believe in myself.  I am finally a complete person.  I am finally ready for this.

Life is a trip.  If you have not developed some kind of a sense of humor after living life, you have obviously not been paying attention. When a door opens, don’t watch it close in hopes that it will open again because it just might not, and for goodness sake, make something out of what you’ve got, because life is the best lesson any of us will ever be given.
I used to think this phrase was so cliché, and really, it is…but right now, it seems so appropriate: Live, Laugh, and Love.
-Anna

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

And now this...

My blog has been silent for a while, as I have been fresh out of interesting things to say (...just being honest).  I have decided to start something new on my fun little page called, "A picture is worth a thousand words..."  I'll, of course, be drawing from a stockpile of "People of Walmart" photos, as well as other photos of shameful citizens embarrassing (or perhaps not so embarrassing, judging by their blatant disregard for tact) pictures that have found their way to the very public World Wide Web.  I will be challenging myself to write a one thousand word essay about the photo (narrative style, research paper style...really whatever I am feeling that day), and will be extending the challenge to others. 

Now remember, in order to comment on my page (and offer your own 1,000 word contribution), you have to be one of my Legions, so join my page, and let's have fun, because that is what Annarchy is all about; shameless, vulgar, profane, border-line personality disorder laden fun.  Come join the party! 

Thursday, June 2, 2011

And now...

Back to our regularly scheduled programming...

For my own good measure...

Dear Anonymous,

While I respect your right to free thought (and thank god it's free, because otherwise most people would be paying out the ass for pure garbage), I find the points you attempted to make to be kind of...well...stupid.  Point one, that I make mention of the individuals from the blog in question regularly.  Actually, I never make mention of anyone regularly accept my children, and this is mostly because they are far more entertaining than most all adults.  Point two, that misery loves company. I am sure it does.  You'll have to let me know. Point three, that I am a drama queen.  Oh honey, I am just the Queen...no drama needed. Oh, and the richest part of all.  Something about Prince Charming. Oh surely you jest.   

Oh I could continue, as there is so much more I'd like to say, but as you chose to make your attacks under a cloak of anonymity I sadly cannot make personal attacks on you, as you have on me.  Oh how I would love to put a name and face with a wordy individual such as yourself...mostly to make avoidance easier.

Well, anyway, I have this life to live.  I'm really quite enjoying it.  Ok then...buh-bye now..

Aaaanyway...

I just got invited to a new sketch comedy group...seriously.