January 2010
16 posts
I am trying out for the chorale. I am sort of nervous about this. I used to be able to sing so well. Then I stopped taking lessons, and maybe my voice changed, and I don’t know, maybe it’s all psychological. Music is so psychological to me.
I checked out “Eleven Kinds of Loneliness” from the library. I have wanted to read this book but haven’t been in a rush to,...
dreams
Last night was full of dreams. They were the long involved type that are exactly like real life, only more frustrating. For example, I went to N.’s house, and tried to use his bathroom, but it turned out it was just a closet in the woods and the water wouldn’t turn on. Also the mirror was just sort of propped up on a bureau, so it kept falling over.
Come on, unconscious. I get enough...
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oh, claude.
I have gotten two haircuts in the last three days. The first one was a head-rape performed at Great Clips. I wanted a TRIM, for god’s sake. I wanted them to TRIM my bangs and take a little off my bob. I made two horrendous mistakes. One was allowing that man to get anywhere near my head. He was like the Fuquay version of a flaming black guy. You know those gay people who want to wear flaming...
Orthodontic Anecdote
Today was the next-to-last orthodontist appointment for me before my braces come off, glory hallelujah. Dr. E was telling me about what was going to happen next time.
“And then we’ll put in this bar, behind your bottom teeth that will stay there.”
“For how long?”
“Oh, permanently”
“Oh nuh uh! Nope. No.”
“Oh, come on, I have one, and...
Wearing boots
Wearing boots is one of the best things in the world. If you asked me “would you rather be blind or never wear boots” I would obviously go with the never wearing boots, but I would think about it for about five seconds first, and be sad ever afterwards, and immediately regret my decision, although really what other decision could I make.
status updates from today (by me)
Now is the time to sing a sad little folk song called “All Of My Classes Are Full, Toura Loura.”
And now, having watched Pulp Fiction, Samuel L. Jackson has joined my list of top ten favorite people. Maybe even top five. MAYBE EVEN TOP THREE.
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Oh Claude, my shirts are NEVER going to get here. I mean they totally will, I just can’t wait. I haven’t looked forward to any object like this since I wanted my Diana so much.
love poem
It’s like you’re the red balloon and I’m your boy. Floating between the boy and balloon, the string flutters with happiness. I woke up this morning in a room filled with light. Loving you is the feeling of awakening, and loving where it is you have awoken. Loving you is a note of gold that makes me start to sing.