Laffter.

It is weird to me how things will unexpectedly come up. Whether it be car problems, health concerns, or even on a more positive note, you'll find an old $20 bill in a coat pocket from last year.

This year, I didn't find a $20 bill. I didn't have car problems nor did I encounter health concerns. Instead, I randomly became an amateur comedian.

Now—I've always thought I was funny. So much so that people would describe me as obnoxious... Even those people who I am close to and love. But, for some reason, one person thought my over-the-top volume, paired with a slightly misshapen figure/form (all of which being wrapped in a blanket of awkwardness) would prove to be funny, in front of people, on demand.

I was contacted by a group called Last Laugh. They are a group that performs stand-up comedy and travels to various clubs to perform, hoping to get to be the first to pick from the food-scraps that are thrown out that night. I auditioned on Wednesday night, and it went incredibly well. It turns out my funny appearance is an outward expression of an inner-comedian. Or so they think (and in the end, isn't it all about what other people think? I think it is, so you should too— according to my logic.).

We will be performing January 9th in Provo, UT as a warm-up for the bigger performance we have Jan. 12th (also in Provo)  at Muse Music (a local music/artsy-fartsy performing club). I am to prepare a 5 minute routine, equipped with bells and whistles, provided they are unexpected and will arouse laffter (intentional misspelling.).