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I am so geeked up right now. Two Towahs!
We're having people over to watch it. I can not wait. Red wine! Extras! Snacks! Frodo!

I accidentally had a mini AD Miles marathon this weekend. We watched The Believer and 13 Conversations About One Thing. The former was good, the latter was fine, but not great. I also saw Texas Chain Saw Massacre on Saturday. A little disturbing, I guess. I dunno. Hot pants.

I might learn to play the mandolin.

I wrote a mean email to a friend yesterday. Not really so mean that we can't be friends anymore, but a "look at what you're doing you are alienating everyone who cares about you" mean. But kind of harsh and open to retaliation. She's being an idiot and a drama queen. Still, now I know why I'm always the pushover. I am dreading her response. Or lack thereof.

So yeah. That and the mandolin.

"He thinks I might have an eating disorder. And a fear of rectangles, is that weird?"

I'm posting because you said so.
{g}

Um. I'm hungry.

I am addicted to the internet. Like, it's pretty bad. I am honestly a little worried. A little. I can still do my job, but I don't imagine my boss is too happy with me. I am going to try very hard to go without it. Tomorrow. I can't afford to get fired, and this really is the best job I've ever had. And yes, half of the reason it's the best job is because I spend all day on the internet.

mkay.

Wow. Beauty.

Monkey hate work. Monkey hate being second guessed whenever monkey given responsibilty. Monkey tired of not being trusted with simple monkey-type decisions.

Monkey also burn finger taking loaf of bread from oven. Monkey fascinated by blister.

for your info- the song that you love in new nissan commercial is modest mouse Gravity Rides Everything.

I spent last night with friends on an amazing rooftop sitting in the dark, laughing, drinking, being catty and swapping stories. We left around 3, had breakfast with some friends and came home laaaaaate. I haven't stayed up that late in forever. I forget that once you pass the breaking point of exhuastion you suddenly feel really awake and can stay up even longer. Dangerous bit of business, that.

Seriously, every time I act like I'm about to put on a bra and go for a run, it starts pouring. Then I start doing something else, and it stops. Start walking towards the sneakers, pouring rain. Sit down with a book, sun comes out. You can all blame me.

Tonight I'm doing a variety show for a bar that closed and was demolished about four years ago. I don't really get it. I think it's a benefit for the theater, but it's also a "hey, remember the skanky bar we all hung out at all the time way back when?" So the old bartender will be there and they're going to bring back all of the old traditions. There were four or five songs on the juke box that they played all the time, enough for there to be choreography. The "Papa was a Rolling Stone" tic tac shake, flaming dr. peppers to Sinatra and at the end of the night the "Piano Man" circle with arms around each other. All while drunk. I hung out there a lot but I really didn't feel like I was "one of the regulars". But I'm doing the show tonight anyway because someone asked nicely and I can't say no. I'm nervous. I'm doing the monologue I did for the theatre festival in January, and I'm unrehearsed. What am I going to wear?

. . . ahhhh gotta see gotta know right now/ what's that riding on your everything . .

Lonely night with no tv. Pwah.
Stuff like this reminds of how much we really take for granted.

I can't access my comments. Errgh.

The autograph from scott says "Hey sarah, nice pic! Scott Thompson"
Because the lady on it looks just like me.

For a scecond I thought the button below this text box said "screw your post".

Ps Debating things makes me feel oogy. I think it's my low self-worth. I never think I'm right or smart enough to prove my side of things. Of course that's bunk. Still, oogy.

I feel kind of good and tender and vulnerable. I watched the west wing marathon and ate at the chinese buffet. Now I'm listening to Martina Sorbara, which, while not my style is really kind of aimee mann-y and jazzy and girly and is making me happy.

I really, truly can't find the clean hard copy of my screenplay. It's probably for the best.

A bit of advice:
The Ring is really not a good film to watch alone in your dark apartment. Really. I stayed in bed for two hours dying of dehydration because I was TOO SCARED to get up for a glass of water. I had to muster the courage to enter my own kitchen. They were the longest six steps of my life. I've become a wuss in my old age.

I got an amazon gift certificate. Nothing on mywish list is striking my fancy.

Oh, and Swimming Pool, while beautifully done, is a pitiful waste of time.
(ymmv)

See you on Monday!

A recent email from a family member to everyone on her contacts:
In addendum please don't send me any prayer chains or large files or forwards unless they're really really really drop dead funny. I can't be responsible for forwarding a guardian angel to 10 people in 10 minutes for 3 wishes for a missing child from Peru named Craig who needs a liver transplant...it's just too much pressure.

heh heh. Me too.

I'm thinking of forwarding this to 10 people to see how fast it gets back to me.
Meta.

Guess what I just did?
I signed for a package that was actually for me!!
Guess what was in it?
Birthday stuff! And! A kith 2000 tour poster from the Warfield! signed by Scott Thompson!

yes indeedy.
:)

the big duo-niner. wahooie!!
Tracey and I are going to hang out, maybe go see a movie. Act like grown ups. You know.

Happy Birthday Adam! Check out that headshot! He's a good lookin man.

At Borders the other day I came across this book about salt in the history section. And you know what? As boring as a book about salt is required to be, I totally saw myself reading it, and then following people around all day saying, "that reminds me of a funny story about salt. . . " "but, you know what else about salt . . ." "seriously though, you guys, you know salt? well, . . ."

Birthday season is in full swingity.
I got my second b-day prezzunt. The Lovely Bones, from my mom and dad. (The first was a "sisters are" magnet and 20 dollas from my sister. holla.) I got my brother and his wife oh my god I was wrong, it was earth all along and I shot JR teeshirts, respectively and I got my dad Aveda Tonic, because I knew half the girls that worked in the store and I would have felt stupid leaving without buying something. It was that or get some kind of stupid highlights that I would have regretted immediately. He smelled very nice when he came by my office to drop off my gift. :)

Oh yeah, the show's over. I'll always remember it whenever I hear the phrase, "this is bob." Especially when I hear it repeated seventeen times in a row. Ahh, absurdist theatre.

Pros of the smoking ban in enclosed public places:

1. hanging out on someones porch, drinking for cheap.
2. If I do go out, I can rewear my shirts and jeans to work the next day.

cons:
1. inescapable smell of bo.

They gotta start handing out those deodorant "wipes" at the door. Seriously.

I cannot hear you. I cannot hear anything.

The concert was awwwwwwsommmme. Best show I think I've ever seen.
The whoever was in charge of booking them for the free concert in the square changed his mind the day before the show and cancelled them, so the owner of the sphere stepped in and had the concert there for a mere 5 potatoes. a pittance!
I got in line at 5:10 and I was waaaay far back from the entrance. Around six my brother showed up all stressed out and said, "we're not getting in, oh shit, this sucks!" I was about to step out of line and give up when someone from the sphere came by and said, "if you're over 21 you can just go in."
My brother, the guy in front of me, and I step out of line and walk to the door. We look back, and we are the only ones old enough to do so. We walk right through the door and are among the 10% of the crowd old enough to attend the concert. it was a relief at least.
(There were alot more tatoos and kilts and facial peircings in line than in the bar. I was still dressed from work fagoddsake.)

I felt so bad for the kids getting drenched outside, but I guess the band talked to the owner and they decided to do another show right after for the underagers. So that was cool of them. Well, ok they we're getting drenched until a few minutes before they were allowed in, but still, they were standing in line for hours.
(what? still cannot hear you. somebody answer that cell phone.)

The show itself had the biggest energy and the most love I've ever seen at a concert. Precious. I also basically went to a punk show with my brother and my sister, which was the oddballest thing I've done in a long time.

so yeah. long and boring story with a happy ending. I likey.