tenderly balmy breezes fan your calm brow

after all the hooha with cleaning the living room yesterday, now it's a mess again. well, not exactly. but the furniture came in a huge box with much excess packaging. it's just sitting there in the living room now. i don't even know what to do with it all. i guess i'll have to cut it up into little, recyclable pieces. but i'm most annoyed about the little styrofoam bits all over the freshly vacuumed rug. ::weary sigh::

heh.

camillafarfalla just called. we'll be having lunch together. yay.

hee, the other day, i was walking to the subway and as i walked i was pondering something along the lines of gay sex. my eye was caught by two young men who were walking toward me. i thought, hmm, why are those two neatly dressed guys with matching backpacks wearing name tags? one of them caught me looking at his tag and stopped and tried to introduce himself to me as 'elder stanley.' finally catching on, i smiled politely and made my way toward the T, turning my thoughts back to gay sex. then i laughed out loud to think that i, in my heathen, woman-loving, gay erotica-reading ways, am probably exactly what they would think of as a person needing their converting help. and then i realized i was laughing out loud and looked around to see if i'd been caught. i could have pretended i was coughing or something.

( i am 40% geek )

blech

es ist shitty out there. i am not one to complain about snow storms. but driving to davis sq. and back for lunch with camilla was dangerous business. i didn't know quite how nasty it was til i was already on my way. now i'm really worried about rehearsal tonight. esp. with news of 50-100 car pile-ups and such.

for many reasons, actually. we have this guest guy coming to do the service. he's a musician and composer and so wanted to work with the choir tonight. so i called him last week to see how much time he needed, what music he was going to do etc. no answer. called again. today he calls back. hmm, i wonder if i sent you the music??? [no.] hmm, i don't know that i'll be able to come because of the snow. great. nice work, fucker. now i have absolutely no idea what we're going to sing on sunday. grr.

but! lunch with camillafarfalla was lovely. it's rough when we don't talk for a while cuz then there's just so much to say. maybe we should have lunch tomorrow too.

get over it

...have been talking to the guy on the phone... it's really uncomfortable to be talking to a person who knows he's done wrong by you. i want to say, look, dude, it's alright, i know. i fuck shit up all the time myself. so what are we going to do about it now? but instead i'm just listening to his tense breathing patterns and apologies.

me. the one making the decisions. bad.

i take it back. i have no sympathy left for this guy. an hour and a half ago, he said he would call me back 'in a few minutes.' loser.

i think we may have to cancel rehearsal anyway. it's nasty driving out there. erm. what to do, what to do.

do you think i could have ivy blossom's children? if i tried really hard?

uch. this is so annoying. if that asshole doesn't call me back soon i'll... shake my fist in anger! and grr. loudly.

oh, the power

woohoo! i canceled rehearsal due to weather conditions! i get to watch thursday night tv!

it's pretty weird to have to make that kind of a decision for a group of people who are all significantly older than i am. to start the phone tree, i had to call bill, who's probably 70-75 yrs old, and the accompanist, george, who has been the organist there almost twice as long as i've been alive. no kidding.

also talked to buttwipe finally (when i called him again) and worked out a plan to learn some music early sunday morning before the service. so all is well.

now. a free evening is upon. rach is even out. what to do? hmm... lessee... read slash! what shall i read? hmm? read anything exciting lately? looking for someone to rec it to? how about me?

monkey see, monkey do

looky cooky! monkey's on lj! ->powerfulkatrina welcome, monkey.

i was just looking at some extremely bad fanart. i mean... bad. i don't really get the whole bad fanart thing. if that were mine, it wouldn't even occur to me to post somewhere for all to see. bad art seems rather more obvious (in this sort of case) than bad writing. eh. maybe not. maybe everyone loves her own little creation. whatever.

before that, i was knitting. the scarf is half done! everyone in choir was admiring it last night. i only told my fellow lotr geek that it was a slytherin scarf. he was appropriately amused.

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somebody, please, make him stop talking. meh.

[edit]: omg the motherfucker just spewed some 'i pray for peace' bullshit. i think i'm going to vomit.