My 100th Post: My Accomplishments

I realize that my existence is pretty ridiculous. In a lot of cases, I seem to be the anomaly which disproves a point, or I become some sort of monarch to my own culture, something, anything to single me out. I am very different than everyone else because I have put everyone else's best traits in a blender and drank the result.

I know how uncharacteristically bold and confident this sounds. Excuse me for it, because I had an awesome day today. Today was one of the best days of my life.

First, the news from Tuesday, which I've been withholding to tell you until just now. My little band has been in touch with a man from a venue and I'm now counted in to open for a real, live indie band from Omaha, Nebraska. Omaha. Where my dad's family lives in complete boredom. I'd always said that the three things one does during the summer in Omaha, Nebraska are: Swim. Play cards. Attempt suicide. You'll find this observation to be true if you ever visit the place.

But I digress.

I'm reluctant to betray too many details about the show, because on one hand, I don't know a whole lot, and on another, I don't think this is set in stone. I'm worried that something will change, and I'll have to tell everyone that news. In any case, I am super super stoked for the show. It'll be my first time playing at a real venue. I'm nervous as all get out, but I'm going to keep practicing until I can play the set list with my hands behind my back.

I thought that that would be the cherry atop my week. But wait! There was more!

About a week ago, or at the start of this one, somewhere around that, I began work on a piece of art that I was going to submit into the Salt Lake Community College's art show for concurrent enrollment students. Since I wasn't very confident I'd get in, let alone win, I wasn't concerned about the fact that I'm not a sophomore. The rules state that a student must be at the very least a tenth grader. And my art teacher, in a slip o' the mind, marked my grade as tenth.

So not only did the ten other pieces my high school submitted get in, mine got in. And mine would have won a prize if I weren't the age I am.

Though, really, does that even matter? Why have a physical representation of a prize when I could instead have the knowledge that I was skilled and talented enough to beat high school juniors and seniors? Yeah, um... I don't need a golden statuette. You like me. You really like me.

I'm actually very honored by that knowledge. I have finally realized that yes, I am quite good at what I do. I'm good at art and guitar because I've stressed myself and really tried. If you know me, you know how much time I spend at my "work."

The final thing, a sort of nubbin add-on, is that I heard Heather Armstrong of Dooce fame being interviewed on my favorite morning show. I like this morning show because it's not a slew of fart jokes, horn noises, and celebrity "news." And it tickled me to know that Heather Armstrong likes this morning show as well. Or, you know, agreed to come on and talk to this radio show she had never heard. She was accepting an award of her own for best blog in Salt Lake City. I'm proud, but it's sad to realize just how large the following around your dirty little secret is.

It's almost as though I have a quiet obsession with High School Musical. [DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT HAVE A QUIET OBSESSION WITH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.]

And anyway, I just felt good to hear her speak, on the day that I would be posting my own blog's 100th post. I never thought we'd make it this far, so where is the bourbon? I'm running out of things to talk about.