another post: super-sad in its delayedness

Dedicated to K-roll.

I feel old this morning (I almost phrased it "I'm having one of those mornings where I feel old," but I'm 22, and frankly, I actually feel old quite infrequently).

I started out my morning internet routine by looking up as much as I could on The Signature Theatre Company, where I have an interview this afternoon for an internship. That quickly turned into a sprawling bout of Wikipedia exploring, specifically playwrights. Then, Arthur Miller. Avid readers will remember that I met him freshman year of college (prior to his death in 2004). More avid readers will actually be checking this blog after three months of silence.

And reading about Mr. Miller reminded me that I was yes, once enrolled in Dramatic Writing as a course. And that, no, I didn't take full advantage of that situation. In fact, until a couple minutes ago, I couldn't remember my professor's name.

Arnold Weinstein.

He has a Wikipedia page. And rightfully so, he was accomplished and fascinating. Stupid 19-year-old Carly had no idea of this fact, though, and therefore often dozed off during class (which had 3 other students total).

So that's one reason I feel old, if not just significantly wizened.

Another is that, to remember my professors name, I had to sift through the archived entries of my now extinct blog. Now, I had this thing and updated regularly for seven years (sophomore year of high school to senior year of college). And re-reading it is exhausting. (Kind of like reading large portions of any stranger's blog is.)

But hey, I wasn't bad. I stopped blogging for a year and going back now, I think that may have been a mistake. In my non-blogginess, I think I began to believe that blogger-Carly only wrote about retarded and meaningless things. Which, to be fair, I did, but not exclusively. If anyone wants to mine for gold, be my guest.