sjokoladepiken (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sjokoladepiken) wrote,@ 2007-11-11 22:34:00 |
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| Current mood: |  high |
| Current music: | The Bangles - All Over The Place |
| Entry tags: | blog, boys, music, personal ramblings |
Confetti
Today, the first snow fell. It wasn't much, and it didn't settle because it's still a little too warm out. Tiny flakes, floating slowly but determinedly down towards the unfriendly ground. Like leftover confetti from a party in the clouds, bearing a festive promise it was not able to keep. I'm starting to get used to that sort of thing now.
I have been idling my way to stardom today. I slept until noon, which almost never happens, and haven't left my pyjama bottoms since. I put off showering until just now, so my hair is still a bit damp, undecided as to whether or not it feels like behaving. It's just one of those days. Again.
I feel like Heather Armstrong's sub-heading, "All about my stupid, boring life", would be very appropriate for my journal nowadays, and whose fault is that? Entirely my own. I admit it: I'm not even making the slightest effort to have a life at the moment. This is mostly because of my being afraid my social life will start overwhelming me again (being one of those people who is physically unable to utter the word 'no', this can happen quite suddenly). Does the 'My flat is my world' philosophy help, even the slightest bit? Probably not. Am I happier this way? I doubt it. Do I acknowledge the possibility of a logical connection here in any way? Certainly not! Where's the fun in that? I like learning things the hard way. Gives me stories to tell my future grandchildren (of whom there will be how many if I keep up this routine?).
- A small amount of studying has been achieved. Small, because I am lazy. And because I have been sick. But mainly because I am lazy. I seriously have an uncanny capacity for wall-staring.
- Some small-scale choir promotion has been attempted. I have landed us one very well-paid gig - and that must mean I'm off the hook for at least a couple of months, right? Such hard work, sending out e-mails. I mean, all that copy-pasting and send-button-pushing... I'm exhausting myself just thinking about it. Moving on, then...
- I have learned how to illegally download music, again. Like with knitting, I can never seem to get the hang of this, but today I've downloaded a bunch o' albums that I'm sure will keep me in tunes for a few months. Who knew The Bangles made so many great songs? Also on the list: Imogen Heap, Frou Frou, Belle and Sebastian and Joni Mitchell - most of this is sheer replacement of the songs lost in the Great iTunes Library Slaughter, but Court and Spark is new (and lovely!).
- I have mourned my once teeny-tiny waistline. By drinking copious amounts of hot chocolate. Uhm, yeah, no further comments there, except that I hope I’m pretty again by New Year’s, because flabby so doesn’t work with this dress!
- I have been scared shitless by the idea of the dreaded three-day exam in my worst subject being in exactly one week. Several times. Like now.
- I have been listening to Dr. Kermode's film reviews, and I'm still watching episodes of the spectacular HBO-series Six Feet Under when I've been needing an injection of geniune human emotion into my largely computer-based life.
- I have been to E-man’s birthday party. You know the guy, the one who caused my 2005/06 depression and basically fucked my mind up good and hard for about seven months? Yeah, we’re friends now. I kid you not, it’s pleasant, even. I just wish that was enough, for once.
- I have been blalking. OK, that’s possibly the most disgusting word I’ve constructed so far today. It was supposed to be a short, snappy word for ’blog-stalking’, as you may have noticed, but let’s just stick to the good old-fashioned concept of separating words by spaces, shall we? I’ve been catching up with Alyndabear, Princess Poochie, Amber, Stephen Fry, Heather and The Glamorous Librarian, in addition to all my real friends. I am sad to see that Jenna, my smoky-eye guru, seems to be taking more than a little time off, but other than that things seem to be going rather well. I am also surprised to see how many bloggers are actually taking part in NaNoWriMo - I had never even heard of it before last month - and as always I am frustrated by how incompatible Livejournal is with Bloglines.
- I have learned how to push a wheelchair. With, like, a real person - more specifically,
aj_stalin, in it! In a heels and a mini, might I add. How impressive is that? ’Why did I have to push said wheelchair?’ I hear you ask. Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the unrivalled highlight of my week:
Mika.
You know, the curly-haired, half Lebanese guy with the piano who just oozes glorious gayness whist singing ’Sucking too hard on the lollipop’? That’s the one.
Now don’t you go a-judgin’, for you can say what you will about the music, but that man has three things going for him:
1. An amazingly trained, controlled voice which never once slipped off pitch.
2. A stage presence which was just unbelievable - charmed my socks right off, he did.
3. The most beautiful arse I have ever seen on a man. It deserved a show of its very own, that’s how yummy it was.
It has been a while since a concert left me with a 48-hour adrenaline high, but this charming man hit all the right buttons. Also, I think the giant balloons, dancer with angel’s wings, furry animal costumes, faux shadow puppet theatre, confetti and Mika taking his shirt off towards the end may have helped a little. So far as tall and skinny goes, he was absolutely perfect. If I hadn’t been seated so far from the stage, I’m afraid to think what I would have done, but the words ’restraining order’ do come to mind.
Concience cleared - check. Mika praised - check. Hair dry - check.
I believe it's time for bed.
