And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life and I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me...
                        -The Smiths, Nowhere Fast

Jerry: I've never been fond of my reflection either, but I'm afraid it's a necessary evil.

La Diosa: Silly girl, I know what my own voice sounds like. It's just strange when it gets processed through the PA. Mechanical recordings can sound quite bizarre. Especially digital - don't even get me started.

Sakina: Lipstick is nothing. My father used to eat the foam covers on his mics.    

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Personally, I put "dream analysis" right up there with astrology on the ol' BS meter, though it is rather entertaining to see what people come up with when they're desperately trying to attach logic to an illogical thing.
   The first night that I rehearsed with the band, my father bargained with one of the lead guys that if I didn't get to stick around, he wouldn't stick around. Not only do they need him, they also seem to like having me around and think that I contribute something (imagine that). So I really have no cause to worry about being "dumped" by the band.
   I suppose I could chalk that particular dream up to relationship anxiety...if I cared enough to give it any thought.  

Hair: Clarified today. Conditioning twice afterwards really doesn't seem to do much. I think I might just start using my leave-in's to restore the slip.
   By next Monday, I'll need to get another big bottle of vinegar since my ACV is just about gone. I'll be switching back to DWV.

Health: In hopes of losing weight, I decided not to renew my prescription this month.    Lord, keep me conscious and out of the ER.
   Yesterday, I bought a pair of ankle weights and took them on my usual walk route. I love the way that they force my thighs to work harder - almost like roller skating.
   When I returned from my walk, I jumped on the scale - fully dressed, with my shoes & ankle weights still on - and it read 123.6. This morning, before my shower, it read 115.2. Alright, we're getting somewhere. My sister also commented that I look "thin."
   My plan is to get out and walk with the weights every night that I can, and there may be another junk food strike in the near future.

Other Stuff: Finally called buddy R yesterday. Ta da! He secured a temporary job as opening manager of a Hot Topic in the city where he's staying. All snickering aside, at least it's something.

Also passed by drummer boy on the road yesterday as I was returning home from the mall. He was coming from the studio by my house.
   My heart didn't break a little or really even hurt when I saw his truck. In fact, the only reaction that I can recall was a simple acknowledgement of, oh, it's him. And then I flashed a most unladylike gesture in his direction after he passed me.

On a positive note, I received a Newport News magazine in the mail. Fall fashions have officially arrived!   <------- that's Angel geeking out.  
   So far, I'm really only interested in one skirt, but I'm stoked about pulling all of the ruffles, laces and velvets out of my closet and pairing them with new stuff. I hope that the beauties at Bebe don't disappear before I get paid again.  
   Also, I got 2 new tops from Charlotte yesterday. One is a sheer black blouse with a v-neck, Victorian yoke and long sleeves. All sort of long and loose-fitting and rather Bohemian in style. Maybe watching a few too many of Morrissey's onstage stripteases was what drew me to it,    but it was too cute to resist...and just my size.
   The other was a last minute impulse purchase - I didn't even try it on before buying it. Just a simple black & gray striped long sleeved tee with a winged skull screened on the front and a banner just below it that reads "freedom." Mother said it was very Harley Davidson looking, but to me, it's just comfortable neo-punk that I can throw on on a rainy day.  

Anywho, that's about it for now. Time for a little data entry before I get out of here. Fffascinating...

L&L3: Quote:

Your house is haunted? I must say that's cool.
   It's funny to me how even the locals freak out when earthquakes happen. Non-Calians I can kind of understand since they aren't used to it (and God knows that the masses can't handle what they aren't used to). But the natives should know the drill...so I do find some slightly amusing irony in their panic.

Tanai: How 'bout that? We're the same height.  
I graduated high school at a whopping 112 and ripped like Ah-nold. Best shape I've ever been in.    But like you, I think that my metabolism is slowing down. Getting old sucks.

Hair: Another CWC & leave-in crème. But I am (once again) seriously considering discontinuing the use of oil altogether. I've said it before, but Pantene must make a suitable alternative. I'll continue oiling until my EVOO bottle is empty, but after that, I may nix it completely. I've been here before and that's a bit disconcerting...as though I've not learned anything.  
   In any case, the greaser look just isn't flattering - especially for a woman.

Work: Shipping galore. Just got a box for our IS person from one shipping company. UPS delivered our office supplies this morning when Office Depot usually delivers directly. And yet another delivery company brought 6 boxes of blueprint paper for the Fire division to my builiding.  
   When the young design prodigy from Fire came to my building for postage, I told him to let his boss know about the boxes and have someone escort them to Fire.
   For awhile, I dreaded that Fire would send drummer boy to retrieve them (unnecessary awkwardness)...but they sent back the young design prodigy instead. He remarked that he had to get dirty sometimes too, and referred to the erroneous deliverer as a "knucklehead."    It makes me giggle because he's cute  he's younger than me and uses terminology beyond his years.

Music: Last night's practice was a spectacular disaster, but fun nonetheless. Everybody sucked eggs, but we all sucked eggs together and laughed at our own (and each other's) shortcomings. Guitars were off, drums were off, keys were off, vocals were off, speakers fed back...my own voice cracked with the slightest pressure and sounded like a cat being sawn in half. Dreadful. We needed the BBQ afterwards just to recover.  

To my relief (and the rest of the band's, it seems), we won't be getting another female backup singer. Lizard is looking into a splitter for my mic so I can harmonize with myself. Yay, no competition.  

Our last number of the night was an impromptu version of Buffalo Springfield's For What It's Worth. That was cool.

Other Stuff: My father's band takes the stage at the nearby trolley station tomorrow night. They played this venue last year and are the only band in its history to get asked back. Naturally, I'll be attending, so I hope that my hair won't be as greasy as it is today!    You just never know whom you might run into at these things...

Speaking of dad, I drove him to work this morning with The Smiths' Strageways Here We Come album still spinning in my car's player (he's sooo narrow when it comes to music so I like to test his boundaries  ). He said that the musicianship and melodies were good, as was Morrissey's voice, but suggested they find another lyricist because the guy had absolutely nothing to say.  
   Blasphemy!! I must politely but passionately disagree. It's my poetry that's meaningless drivel...not his (love you, Moz).

Today is my sister's bf's birthday and she & my mother are baking a cake for him. I told little sis where to buy candles and creatures to decorate it with and she wants me to help her frost the thing when I get home. This oughtta be fun.  

L&L3: Crazy things do happen. Here too.

ForeverFay: It's not the shirt that I'm not fond of. It's the fact that it doesn't follow my style and I was just thinking "aloud" as to why I bought it. I am a little too impulsive for my own good. 

And earthquakes are kind of hard to describe. Everything just kinda starts shaking and the ground vibrates. Like the earth is having a seizure deep underground. There may or may not be an accompanying rumble.
    After the initial quake, a series of smaller quakes, called aftershocks, will occur. And you may or may not notice them depending on their magnitudes.

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It's true though! I took an aerobics/fitness class during my senior year and it was intense!! In addition to step aerobics, we did kickboxing, zone training, targeted exercise, swimming, running, weight training - you name it. At least one day a week, we had hour-long classes that were entirely devoted to abs. It was a morning class, so I was totally wiped out by lunchtime and nodding off in French.
    But I was buff...for the first & only time in my life. My sister is 5'7" with a very athletic physique and an expert horsewoman...and that was the only time when she was ever afraid of me. 

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Age ain't nothin' but a number, babe. I'm already a little old lady inside. 

Hair: WTC. Leave-in crème through the length. No oil. Ahhh...
It's staying down while I'm at the office, but once I get home, I'll pin it up in a dual bun updo and head out for the evening. 
    When I get back, I'll probably take it down and braid it for a walk.

Unresolved Issues: This morning, while my hair treatment was working its magic, I had what I hope will be my last conversation with the not-so-illustrious elder goth, K. I broke down and texted him an apology for something I'd been feeling a bit guilty about for a few months. Nothing serious or intentional, just an unfortunate set of circumstances...and he said it was ok.
    Absolution. Case closed. I think that I may finally be over him.

Music: My father's band is playing the trolley station venue tonight, so I've dressed up a little bit.    Frilly lace blouse with cami under, jeans, boots, vintage jewelry. All black, of course.
    My nails are now burgundy with a sparsely glittered topcoat. Decals of cupcakes with crossbones under them on the nails of both ring fingers.
    I'm wearing makeup too. And liking it!   
    You just never know who you might run into at these things...

Other Stuff: A new month will mean a new measurement, an updated profile and (hopefully) progress. A new start in so many ways...


I started something
Forced you to a zone
And you were clearly
Never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me
Typical me
I started something
...and now I'm not too sure
       -The Smiths, I Started Something I Couldn't Finish

Tanai: Quote:

Nah. Wonder Woman will do.  

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Granny Smith, that is...  

Hair: Yesterday morning, my hair was still grody (such a '90's word  ) from the hairspray I used the day before. So I mixed up the last of my ACV and made a vinegar rinse at half strength. Then, I did a CWC and used the vinegar rinse after the initial CW phase. Then, conditioned as usual and everything turned out fine.

Today was another typical CWC routine. Hard to believe that my detangling leave-in crème has lasted this long, but I'm not complaining!
   Instead of the usual braid, my hair is twisted up in the back and pinned into place at the back of the crown and the ends are falling and draping over that. It's not cute, it's not dorky...it'll do.

Health: The new month had an appropriate start. I walked last night with the ankle weights and the scale read 116 this morning. Not terrible...

Trolley Square: As predicted, I saw many people at my father's gig whom I'd not seen in years. Thank God I had put myself together that day! Everyone (including a random stranger!) said that I looked beautiful, and most people asked about Picus Maximus' first show.
   Conveniently enough, Lizard just happened to show up to catch the last few songs. He arrived so late that I'd given up on him...I should have known better!    I rushed and hugged him - he didn't even recognize me until my arms were around him.    He'd never seen me all put together before and kept giving me compliments all night long.
   He got to meet my sister & her bf and a few family friends...but mostly, he sat with me on the edge of the stage and talked shop. Then, as more people approached me to ask about the rock opera project, I just referred them to him.

Soon, I'd exchanged phone #'s with an ex-rodeo queen/family friend and everyone else had cleared out. The band was packed up and Lizard had left. I was grinning ear to ear as I climbed into my sister's Escape to return home. Gigs like that are always worth going to.    And to top everything off, we hit the frozen yogurt shop on the way back.  

Other: My laptop seems to be having some major problems lately. I don't know what the deal is, but I do not want Geek Squad's help! They would want $250 just to run a diagnostic - screw that noise! If problems persist, I'll be taking this infernal machine someplace else.
*cough* I knew I should've gotten a Mac *cough*

Anywho, I'm off to the mall, dahlings!