Sunday, I cleaned my bedroomA. I organized all my drawers, and even organized the linen closet (which isn't really a closet, but more of a glass-encased built-in bookshelf).
Monday, I went to rehearsal, and actually rehearsedB.
Tuesday, I had makeup classC. The W and I were supposed to meet at 6... he called me at 15 minutes of to push it to 6:15, then again at 6 to push it to 6:30, then again to make it 7, then it finally became 7:30 : P
With my 15-minute increments of freedom, I changed the lightbulbs in my bedroom.
This act is not to be taken lightly. It requires that I wear my tallest platform boots and stand on a rather rickety tall stool that is currently held together by twine and hope and not much else. Once I'm up there, I have to unscrew the filial that holds the glass part of the light tight against the ceiling. The filial is connected to a mobile that I made a few years ago, which is made from 18 wooden sticks whittled by beavers, and holds a whole lot of interesting junk. It is extremely unwieldyD (especially when the wielder is balancing on platform boots atop a rickety stool).
When I finally made it to class, the W told me he would no longer be teaching. He essentially got demoted, but he's taking it as a learning experience, which is, I believe, what it was intended to be.
Good for him.
Later Tuesday, I sang:
- Chrome Plated Heart
- Promises in the Dark (which was well-received, even though I transposed the part with the super-high note)
- Mercedez Benz (with M and A)
- Me & Bobby McGee
- I think I may have sung something else. Don't remember.
Wednesday, I had class with the new teacher. She seems quite wonderful : )
We chatted about our cats, and I learned about the interrelationship between self-esteem, perceived choices, and responsibility. We also got into the concepts of right and wrong, and blame and punishment. Fascinating.
I had to stop to put air in my tire on the way home... the front left tire was dead flat for some still-as-yet-unfathomable reason.
I did make it home, then connected with something a dear friend wrote, introspected, followed my own advice, and started a deep conversation with my friend... just when two deep, drainingE and rather urgent conversations simultaneously popped up clamoring for my attention. I suspect Life is supposed to be this way.
Today, I went back 350+ entries JUST to get back to where I left off last night. I think I may have to revert to filters at some pointF. My trouble is I don't want to stop reading anybody (even when I try to stay away for awhile), and seem to suffer an almost complete lack of restraint when somebody really interesting appears. I'm such a weirdo.
Linkies of the day-o:
http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=lj_nifty gjd & scottobear
Community for nifty livejournal features (documented and not)-- check it out!
Story of a true-life spycat. I found it sad and funny, but I'm an animal freak. I think most other people just found it funny.
Awesome game of slingshotting space penguins, requiring an intuitive visual grasp of trig. (My score: 280385; got 50805 on 15)
I just really liked his analysis of popular interests.
Are you one with the stick? ~Everybody was stick-man fighting, yeah, they were fast as lightning~ *boogies*
Pleasedtameetcha : )
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I'm a blathering idiot. Just thought I should share. To sleep witme!
Good night and sweet dreams to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and a good day to those on the other side of the sphere.
A Scary, I know. I even broke out the vaccuum.
B Scary, I know. We even broke out scripts for some weird Woody Allenish type thing that nobody but philosophy or theology doctorates will ever really appreciate. We will perform it next month and call it comedy. We're such weirdos. I play the Pope.
C Again, makeup as in once-missed. Not foundation, mascara, etc.
D It would make a truly terrible weapon, with terrible meaning bad, unless you were on the wielding end of it, in which case you might very well be terrified. It was filthy!! Icleaned it, and the light fixture, too. Be afeared, be very afeared.
E Actually, I don't think it was so much a case of the conversations being draining as it was my simply being exhausted and cranky and having lots on my mind to begin with.
F "Some point" being "three months ago," if I were planning on keeping my sanity.
G & ...somebody else; sorry-- I must not have pasted.
pi There has been an alarming increase in the number of things we know nothing about.