My unrequited love for Blaine remains unrequited, while the definition of unrequited remains a mystery.

A snipit from my personal calendar/day planner:

September 12th, 2004: Leave for San Francisco
September 15th, 2004: Competition Begins
September 19th, 2004: Competition Ends
September 20th, 2004: Return home, a poor loser

Self-fulfilling prophecy? Or common sense... I vote for the latter.

A snipit of encouraging conversations betwixt me and other comics:
Other Comics: "You know, David Cross never made it to the Semi-Finals."
Other Comics: "You know, Janeane Garofalo never made it to the Semi-Finals."
Other Comics: "You know, Roseanne came in last every single night."
Me: "I am one breast reduction away from being the next Roseanne."

My thoughts and feelings in a hounshell:
I had the best time ever. Despite coming in last every night except for once when I was 13th (a feat), I don't believe I could have had more fun. Last place became quite a novelty to me and I learned to own it, feed it, and love it like my first born. I'm kind of glad I came in last actually. I wasn't a threat to anyone and thus all the comics were incredibly nice to me. I took on a sort of little sister role I suppose. Being that I was the youngest and least experienced, there were some comics who became a little protective of me I guess. It's a nice feeling to have people that you respect and admire respect and admire you back, even though you're a loser. Ha!

I made good friends, I had good food, I performed good comedy, I watched brilliant comedy, I learned a lot about myself, I learned a lot about my comedy and I learned that I have allergies in California.

I'll write more later, I just want to get this post up so anyone with "questions" about the competiton can stop wondering.

Don't worry, there will be more...