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drew at 05:13pm on 13/11/2006 under and i'm the only one, food is love, makes the people come together, some sort of gay superhero, where everybody knows your name
drew at 05:13pm on 13/11/2006 under and i'm the only one, food is love, makes the people come together, some sort of gay superhero, where everybody knows your nameThe boy liked my pie. ::beams::
I, um. I haven't been around much, have I? I promise I'm still thinking of y'all, but other things have monopolized my time recently. The aforementioned boy, apartment living (with its ups and downs and "clean up your fucking crap off the kitchen table now, goddammit!"s), planning Thanksgiving with FRE, and of course FFXII. The weather here has finally taken a turn for the worse, and one of these days I'm going to have to deal with the planter boxes on the balcony. That promises to be a dirty and squelchy job. Also: the boy and I got all engineer-y and figured out how to re-light the pilot light on my furnace, so it's no longer ~58 degrees in my apartment. \o/ WIN.
The dentist this afternoon once again stuck me with enough novocaine to knock out a small elephant, but I'm starting to be able to feel my cheek again, so I probably won't die. Only one more trip to the dentist and I'll be cavity-free! This after some ten or so fillings, but that's not the point.
There was an a cappella thingy on Saturday, and we kind of rocked the concert portion of it -- from what I heard, we got the most applause. We've also apparently been invited to be the entertainment at the west coast college a cappella semifinals, which is a) a huge honor and b) scary as all hell, because the groups that perform there are... the best on the west coast. They spend 10-12 hours a week rehearsing, and these are going to be their three or four best songs. So basically we, who rehearse *maybe* three hours a week, are supposed to stand up to them? RIGHT. Man your battlestations! Of course, if I get to solo in front of a packed house at UC Berkeley, that would be kind of awesome. And we'll sell CDs. So conflicted!
I'ma make pasta and meatballs for dinner, and the roommate and I are going to watch the finale of PR s3. I feel like such an adult sometimes, but other times, like when I call M's mom to find out when we'll be returning from Tahoe, and she asks me if I need a ride to the airport for Christmas, I get all "oh gosh, I'm really sixteen". I really am competent, I swear.
Yeah, I'm in a weird place lately. :-/
I, um. I haven't been around much, have I? I promise I'm still thinking of y'all, but other things have monopolized my time recently. The aforementioned boy, apartment living (with its ups and downs and "clean up your fucking crap off the kitchen table now, goddammit!"s), planning Thanksgiving with FRE, and of course FFXII. The weather here has finally taken a turn for the worse, and one of these days I'm going to have to deal with the planter boxes on the balcony. That promises to be a dirty and squelchy job. Also: the boy and I got all engineer-y and figured out how to re-light the pilot light on my furnace, so it's no longer ~58 degrees in my apartment. \o/ WIN.
The dentist this afternoon once again stuck me with enough novocaine to knock out a small elephant, but I'm starting to be able to feel my cheek again, so I probably won't die. Only one more trip to the dentist and I'll be cavity-free! This after some ten or so fillings, but that's not the point.
There was an a cappella thingy on Saturday, and we kind of rocked the concert portion of it -- from what I heard, we got the most applause. We've also apparently been invited to be the entertainment at the west coast college a cappella semifinals, which is a) a huge honor and b) scary as all hell, because the groups that perform there are... the best on the west coast. They spend 10-12 hours a week rehearsing, and these are going to be their three or four best songs. So basically we, who rehearse *maybe* three hours a week, are supposed to stand up to them? RIGHT. Man your battlestations! Of course, if I get to solo in front of a packed house at UC Berkeley, that would be kind of awesome. And we'll sell CDs. So conflicted!
I'ma make pasta and meatballs for dinner, and the roommate and I are going to watch the finale of PR s3. I feel like such an adult sometimes, but other times, like when I call M's mom to find out when we'll be returning from Tahoe, and she asks me if I need a ride to the airport for Christmas, I get all "oh gosh, I'm really sixteen". I really am competent, I swear.
Yeah, I'm in a weird place lately. :-/
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