oh night when i get presents ;)

i had just had to brush my hair out of my eyes! it's back! woohoo. time to get it cut. i'm starting to look like frodo. ok, not really, just kind of the unfortunate hobbit-shlong part.

i'm getting a slow trickle of lj comment notifications from the past couple weeks in my e-mail tonight. ::kicks lj:: if i didn't reply to something you said, sorry about that.

i'm tired. so my butt (how many 't's when referring to the derriere?) and i are going to bed. heh. heheh. 'scotty got back.' that thought's been amusing me all day long. heh.

i would do my part

oh look, it's morning again. i'm up again. ate breakfast again. sitting here at my desk again. about to shower again. oh the monotony.

heh. except not. because today is the ever popular church staff holiday lunch!!! oh delight of delights! we even do a gift exchange. i can't decide whom i would least like to get a present from. we have the re director - who i like very much but is way new agey. she drew my name last year and gave me two books - one harold and the purple crayon (ok, that was kind of cool) and one cheezy find your true path to creative expression self-help book. then there's the minister - we all know how well she and i understand each other. there's the secretary - i've drawn her name twice in a row. she wears big, season-appropriate earrings and talks non-stop. the organist... he's probably the best possibility. because i imagine he would give me something music related. and then there's the re director's assistant whom i've never met. they don't invite the custodian. heh.

this would be a little more fun if it weren't preceded by a staff meeting. ::yawn:: uch. don't wanna. ::whine:: oh well. i'd better go wrap my present for the secretary. lalala. should i not be using the word secretary? i think maybe she's actually called administrator or something like that. hmmm.

oh, god, and since ivyblossom mentioned this frickin story, i haven't been able to stop reading it. unbelievably disturbing and wrong. and i. can't. stop. ::bangs head on desk::

(no subject)

survived the staff lunch. more than survived. free tofu - how can you go wrong? my gift was from the administrator's assistant (forgot about her). she gave me a ceramic snowman candle holder. ok. i can handle that. call it a christmas decoration and put it out on a bookcase one month a year. ok. i'm just relieved i didn't get a book of inspirational quotes about yoga like the minister did. haha! and my present to the administrator was much loved and admired. two years running my gift has been the best. homemade, baby.

oh, i'm sleepy. and i have much much much to do. before rehearsal tonight. i shouldn't have stayed up to watch that thing on bravo last night. it really wasn't very good. and billy's hair... he can do whatever he wants with it, yes he can, but i rather hope he doesn't do that again.

so tired. and it's so cold in here. brrrr. maybe i'll take my laptop and go get in bed and type up my texts and notes for sunday's service. argh. stress. the music service. make it go away!!! why do we have to have one near christmas? how about a halloween music service next year? even thanksgiving. native peoples day? anything else, please!

a shout out

since i've been so gosh darn negative lately, thought i'd take a moment to appreciate some good things.

such as:
-the cable that let's me have my laptop hooked up to the dsl router while sitting in my warm and comfy bed.
-tea
-jenny's peanut brittle
-flannel pajama bottoms
-the fact that, most days, no one forces me to sing, look at, or listen to John Rutter's music
-yesterday, scottxwl did the booty dance. doesn't matter that i didn't see it - the sheer existence of it heartens me.
-britten

::love::

i go weak

oh god. i'm usually really good about not bothering with bad fic. ::pretend glares at ivy::

hmm. i think i have time for a sandwich. then rehearsal. like last night. and tomorrow night. and thursday night. and saturday morning. arrrhgghghhh!!!!

oh, and everybody should see silviakundera's new vid. brass in pockets is such an appropriate h/d song, n'est-ce pas?