glorious

i had numerous dreams about the semi-incompetent orchestra conductor putting me in various chaotic and unprepared performance situations. don't know where that came from, rehearsal actually went pretty well. the choir is much better prepared than the orchestra though, and i am going to hurt my shoulder with all this self-back patting i'm doing.

meh. time to go exercise. see me just hurrying to get to it. ... ::sigh:: this is a fairly urgent situation, however. as i am too big now to fit into most of last summer's clothes. and i'm also completely broke. thus, must exercise to save money when the warmer weather comes. also, i could stop buying food and that might achieve the same effect and with rather less effort. hmm. but. damnit. i'm one of food's biggest fans.

ggggggggggggiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppp

exercised. i'm all in shape now. yep. it's that easy. also, i sent in my resume for the community chorus gig. here's hoping.

you know. i think obsessive attention to group dynamics has a lot to do with my chosen profession. and also a lot to do with why i have now declared myself arbiter of niceness. yeah. aware of all the unhealthy and annoying tendencies such a role could involve, i press ahead still, for the meanness is my mortal enemy.

or. you know. whatever. i don't really mean any of that. i've been there with the meanness. i'm not standing on moral ground any higher than anyone else's. i'm just cranky cranky cranky about people being mean. i wish i could make a new seating arrangement to fix it. protect the sensitive and isolate the destructive. alas, though i rather like the title arbiter of niceness, no one has asked me to move her seat.

[edit]: oh right, and credit where it's due - this icon was made by cimorene111

yo dawg.

My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Ass Machine Jones.
What's yours?
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well that was a rather disappointing result. when i used my real name, i got 'abraham dawg.' i like that better, as i enjoy using the word dawg.

which reminds me of this part of an e-mail from my friend M i just got: And then I got sucked into doing a HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. Namely, "The Wiz," which I think was a brilliant choice for a bunch of affluent suburban kids who have never seen a black person. Anyway, it ended up being pretty fun. Even better, it ended.

i love him. really, totally adore him. another christian to add to my list of people i love without understanding them at all. methodist this time. at least their politics are generally good. we'll ignore the fact that dubya is a methodist. i imagine most of them would want us to.

that's why we call it a social lubricant

that icon is aimed directly at one phineas jones. i, as the arbiter of niceness, have decided that i need the bitchslap of niceness. ::bitchslaps::

whew. alright. now, where was i?

lovely little conversation with camillafarfalla just now. she lives!!! but her arms are hurting her, alas.

watched angel tonight. second time ever. that's one violent show. wheeee!!! i am feeling huge amounts of the faith love. really big amounts. oh, right, i already said huge.

inertia

ever just sit there at your computer and think if just one interesting thing happens on lj, then i can read it and go to bed? refreshrefreshrefresh. but nothing happens and so you just sit there... doing nothing... instead of going to bed?