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Sep. 26th, 2003 09:54 amat least that's what i've found in the past
i have to be creative about getting internet access now, since i cannot seem to get connected where i am living. i am almost annoyed enough to write a song. how many times have i lounged in bed reading a book, wishing i could be spending quality time with my computer? oh woe is me.
what if i just wrote a song or a poem every time i was annoyed by something? that would be much more entertaining than straight-up bitching. i think in my next lyrical piece i will make reference to the picture of Jesus in Jen's basement, that changes position as you move so he can keep an eye on you.
Dresden Dolls event is tonight. i haven't heard from Chris about when he's coming here. i figure i'll just make dinner plans with whoever's available at the same time, and he can take it or leave it.
attended karaoke against the wishes of my muscles. there is one thing about karaoke that bothers me immensely. i cannot hear myself! i always have this problem if i'm trying to play my cello un-amped with other (plugged-in) musicians. it's very frustrating.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freyjagot gypped, and i don't know if she sang or not because i left early. i was gonna get up again and sing Santeria, but someone else sang it! not only that, but it was the same guy who was flirting with me two weeks ago! if you like me so much, why the fuck are you stealing my song?? it was the last straw. i'm taking a long break from it, i think.
both of my knees make an audible crackling sound, like rustling plastic, when i extend them from a seated position. forget the Boston doctor search, i think i'm gonna make an appointment with my rheumatologist back in Pittsfield. this is bogus. i'm also sore from the laps i did yesterday, but at least i know that's because of lactic acid buildup and it'll pass.
i have to be creative about getting internet access now, since i cannot seem to get connected where i am living. i am almost annoyed enough to write a song. how many times have i lounged in bed reading a book, wishing i could be spending quality time with my computer? oh woe is me.
what if i just wrote a song or a poem every time i was annoyed by something? that would be much more entertaining than straight-up bitching. i think in my next lyrical piece i will make reference to the picture of Jesus in Jen's basement, that changes position as you move so he can keep an eye on you.
Dresden Dolls event is tonight. i haven't heard from Chris about when he's coming here. i figure i'll just make dinner plans with whoever's available at the same time, and he can take it or leave it.
attended karaoke against the wishes of my muscles. there is one thing about karaoke that bothers me immensely. i cannot hear myself! i always have this problem if i'm trying to play my cello un-amped with other (plugged-in) musicians. it's very frustrating.
freyjagot gypped, and i don't know if she sang or not because i left early. i was gonna get up again and sing Santeria, but someone else sang it! not only that, but it was the same guy who was flirting with me two weeks ago! if you like me so much, why the fuck are you stealing my song?? it was the last straw. i'm taking a long break from it, i think.both of my knees make an audible crackling sound, like rustling plastic, when i extend them from a seated position. forget the Boston doctor search, i think i'm gonna make an appointment with my rheumatologist back in Pittsfield. this is bogus. i'm also sore from the laps i did yesterday, but at least i know that's because of lactic acid buildup and it'll pass.
