only a few more days til the birfday party!

REMINDER TO THOSE OF YOU THAT CAN FEASIBLY GO: Chroni's. Downtown Vancouver. Main and... 7th? 8th? anyhoo. 930ish? maybe earlier. who knows. iiii'm certainly not driving. email me for details if need be.

belenen provided the muse, without meaning to, for me to pick up my guitar once again. thank you, dear. in reading her, something just clicked and made me realize that i need to do what makes ME feel beautiful, something i know i do well. and while i'll NEVER be a good guitarist by ANY means (i still want to avoid bar chords like i avoid walking into public with my fly down, but sometimes you just can't help it...), but i forgot how wonderful it is to completely lose myself in the sound of the strings blending with my voice.

sadly, i only got through one song before my hand cramped horribly and my non-calloused fingers felt like they would bleed to death, but dagnabbit, i did it. i even fooled around with some chords that may make a wonderful song some day.

my 2nd roommate is the silent one out of the bunch. from noisy to dead silent, the order goes: andrea, myself, joel. (and no, andrea, i'm not saying you're noisy, but when you're home, you're generally buzzing around the house. i envy your energy and enthusiasm, i really do.) although i think that from his schedule, he wouldn't be home, sometimes Ya Just Don't Know. i can almost see him at his desk, wincing at my unused voice and too embarassed to come down stairs, afraid to embarass me for not knowing he was home, and screeching like i was by myself.

that could just be my overactive imagination.

i'm addicted to Sliders and SG-1. i admit it. i must set my vcr to record them every single weekday so that i may watch it when i come home. i always did have a thing for geeky boys.

i hope that the new episodes of Family Guy will be as entertaining as the old ones, not ... sad... like American Dad.

i need to dig my old guitar practicing binder out of ... wherever it's crawled to and make it a point to play through as many of the songs in there as possible, to retrain myself.

i went to work yesterday in a freaking GIGANTIC funk. i hated life. i had had a bad evening the night before, not exactly the best mood setter, topped off with my mother calling me and guilt tripping me about not getting food from my brother she had given him to give to me -again- as well as upset that i can't get the glue sticks that i bought her to her any time soon. she hung up the phone with me, sobbing, right before i left for work. i so didn't want to go. but it provided a great distraction, and i'm thankful i went. I was closing with the people i would prefer to close with most: Mary, Roxana, Rick, Yancey, and Katherine, so i didn't have a single person i couldn't stand there (and there's only two, but they close often.)... Yancey actually cheered me up the mostest, when he said that when he had heard that i was going to be 30, that he VERY seriously thought i was lying, because he would have pegged me at 24 at the VERY oldest. (i usually get pegged from 22 to 26) so that made me feel better, even as my joints, which i can so feel aging, would creak whenever i would climb up a ladder or whatnot...

hee hee, it's funny to listen to "moonfleet beach" by nickel creek, because they were in their teens? somewhere around there.... Chris Thile's voice hadn't quite finished changing yet, so it sounds like a young him. note to self: play it for jess and daniel and andrea.

two songs that are played when we drive somewhere that has everyone in the car singing at the top of their lungs, no matter what combo of people it is: "The Fox" by nickel creek, and "The Christians and the Pagans" by Dar Williams. i can't thank andrea enough for showing me the wonders of dar, and i can't tell you how pleased i am that i brought the joy of The Creek to everyone around me, and all because i had accidentally perused past the country channel when one of their videos were on, and it piqued my interest, and i had to finish watching the video so that i could figure out why they were singing to a WALL.



When the night falls on metropolis
Neon dissonance, warm lipstick
When the moon shines on the playground
I will find you in the tinsel town

Moving shadows in the shape of what you want to see
Painted fingers and the aromatic Jean Nate'
And when they're spinning you can see them
do the strangest things
Building bridges from the slivers of another's dream

Whatever you want
I'll give it to you, I will
What ever the cost
I'll get it for you, I will

Let's go raining on the sky
Throw a kiss and wave goodbye
Let's go raining on the sky
And one kiss seals the tie

Riding home she falls asleep inside a Checkered Cab
In a dream she comes across Alice in Wonderland
The Maddest Hatter surely had her in the recent past
Now she hears him saying "Honey, you are home at last"

He'll be waiting there and you can start again
Rhinestone darling, know you're taken
You'll have a lot of laughs and Cadillacs and bubble baths
Just say the word and he'll forget about your past

What ever you want
I'll do it to you, I will
What ever the thought
I'll do it for you, I will

Let's go raining on the sky
Throw a kiss and wave goodbye
Let's go raining on the sky
And one kiss seals the tie

When your heart aches with horizon
Caked eyelash, torn nylon
When the light breaks through and frightens you
You'll hear the cry to come raining on the sky