If there is one thing that I've learned about life is that if you trashtalk something, it does a 180 and proves you wrong.

I had a ball last night at improv and now me and (the) Harold are dating again so all of you who ran your mouth and said that I was right and you hated him too, you look like jerks.  Let that be a lesson to you.  When someone says bad things about their manz&them, just tilt your head to the side and nod.  Don't say mean stuff because when the eventual inevitable makeup occurs, you end up looking like a smacked ass.

I'm still having trouble listening to directions and following rules and stuff, but I have trouble with that in all aspects of my life, so why should improv class be any different, right?

Hello, my name is Lora and I have issues with any level of perceived authority.  When someone is giving directions, the part of my brain responsible for recording instructions immediately shuts down and my head plays Garota de Ipanema
True Story.

The inside of my brain is full of hamsters in rusty wheels and grizzly bears wearing tutus.