one classy broad
The Things We Do When We Don't Want To...
Well, I'm terribly excited, I start bass guitar lessons today. I have six and a half hours until the lesson, but I'm restless nonetheless. I'm excited to actually learn something, to be accountable for all the crap roaming around in my head. I'm excited to become competent at an instrument.

My mom and I think Rachel Ray is an alcoholic. I could almost swear by it. On her 30 minute meals shows, every one of her desserts are liquored up...brandy, burbon. On her $40 a day show she has alcohol to drink with every meal. She also has a bad relationship with her mother. She's always saying crap like, "My mother would tell me to do it that way, but I like it this way, so I won't do it that way, MOM."

I get to vote on Tuesday. I love voting. I've always loved voting. All this sudden hopping on the bandwagon is nice, but man, I appreciate my consistency to the offices of this state and this country (as far as can be voted in by me). Good for me.

In two weeks I'll be 24 years old. In two and a half weeks I have auditions. In three weeks I'll be in Washington DC.

I go to DC in three weeks! GAAAAAAH! I'm terribly excited.
Concerts Are For Girls...
Awwww...Leah just fell asleep...I'll write later. I don't want the clicking to wake her. She's at my feet.
The Things We Come Back To Are Always The Same...
Favorites rarely fade. I still love what I've always loved and when I get tired of those things, I back off for a time...but when I come back again, I love them like it was the begining. Music, movies, books...Full circle sometimes doesn't seem to cut it.
Baby, Baby, I'm Taken With The Notion...
Watching Leah...I was suprised last night with this extra duty the only day I have off this week. Yarr...but she's fun. It's cool. I don't mind so much. She gets it. Sometimes she doesn't care, but she still gets it. She's in my room. I have to go chase her out. I forgot to close the door. Bah.
When The Sun Goes Down, Things Get Ugly...
Moving things up and down stairs has been getting me sick to my stomach. It feels like it's been too much too soon.
Barney Rubble + Josh Groban = ...
Work is good. The house isn't sold, but we've been going crazy over getting it ready to move. Friday and Saturday is the garage sale. So far we've painted the house, refloored some places, started packing the house, and everything else you'd never want to imagine. I can barely stand up straight.