Jerry: Thanx. I only wish I were stronger. 

LD: Sweeney Todd is a musical. And my company wouldn't necessarily give me advanced notice if my position was dissolving. They've handed out many surprise layoffs before.

L&L3: Thanx. I hope so.

Tanai: You obviously haven't known many 30-year-olds in your lifetime. The ones that I've known haven't been very practical at all.    Oh, and "stardom" isn't a reason to do anything.

My sister will be moving in with her bf who already has his own place - not with me. And I wouldn't think of having a stranger for a roommate. Nothing good ever comes of that.

Trisha: That is more or less what I plan to do. When my boss returns from out of state, I might ask him if he knows anything.

Hair: My schedule seems to have changed yet again, so now I'm doing WTC's on Wednesdays. So I spent the morning treating, shaving and plucking and by now, I feel better all over.
    My hair is really soft and smooth today...which is kind of strange because I only used my detangling leave-in crème on it and nothing else. Well, not counting the conditioning treatment. But man, it would seem like a waste to braid my hair today. I might just leave it down. 

Music: Practice was pretty rough last night, which is not a good thing being that we're going live in 2 weeks. 4 more practices. 
    Boscoe & Lizard tried to hand my solos in the 10th number to the new girl, saying that my voice wasn't loud enough for them.
    Boscoe is also reworking the harmonies in the last song, which used to be my favorite because it was a gospel number. Not anymore. Now, all of my cool gospel harmonies have been replaced with painfully caucasian, acousic, folky, "coffee house" harmonies. UGH! Whatever.
    Now, I find myself on almost the same level as everyone else in the band - wondering why I'm even part of it if I can't have fun with it and do what I'm capable of doing. My loyalty lies first with my father and next with Boscoe, as it always has. And I'll keep doing what I've been doing as long as I can. But if it gets to the point where it's not fun or feasible anymore, I'll bow out. It's sad that I'm thinking this way after only 3 months with this band.

Anyway, after the torturous part was over, we gathered on Lizard's back patio to watch the video segments of the rock opera on the big screen (yes, he has a big screen in his backyard). Interesting stuff. I mostly yucked it up with Grateful Ed & Moon Pie while they, um, "critiqued" it. 
    Lizard said that my acting segment was one of his favorites...but I thought that my voice sounded a lot like Michael Jackson's when I spoke. 

Baby Sister & I discussed what each of us would be wearing in the show. She brought some clothes that she'd been considering and we were able to settle. She'll be wearing a short black & white dress...and I've been cleared for a long skirt & a corset. 
    And btw, she did not take my solos in the 10th song.

Other Stuff: Woooooot! One of my CD's arrived today: Depeche Mode's Black Celebration. So it's been spinning in my car's CD player and I can't wait to watch the DVD part of it. 

My father finished his route early, so I don't have to pick him up after work today. Thus, I've decided to devote the rest of the day to spoiling myself a bit and restoring my morale after last night.
    Perhaps I'll patronize Bebe...or Sephora...or Express...or Godiva...or all of the above. 

Alrighty, here's the latest in Angel's world...

Last night, I put myself together for practice. I swapped the shirt that I'd worn to work for a sleeveless, velvet, tie dye shirt and strapped a silver O-ring belt around my hips. I grabbed a few silver rings, a silver bracelet with little crystals in it and a crystal solitaire necklace on a simple, silver chain. Earrings were silver balls in the 1st holes, smaller crystals in the 2nd holes and even smaller silver balls in the 3rd holes. Bright + bling.
 
My makeup was a little bit wild. The usual white shadow (Urban Decay's Yeyo) along my brow bone and inner corners of my eyes. Then, I swept lots of metallic gray shadow (Urban Decay's Strip) onto my lids and into the creases. A smudgy black line along the outer third of my lower lids and a precise line running across the upper lids. Both lines winged out slightly at the outer edges and accented with silver glitter. And, of course, (Maybelline's Blackest Black) Great Lash mascara.
   Lips had just a little glittery gloss. The rest was as usual. Subtle plum blush, pallid foundation, powder, concealer, yada yada. When I was driving my father to practice, he asked if I had a "hot date" and said that my makeup looked really nice.    Strange because he never likes anything that I wear.

I also wore my hair in a flipped half-up, which worked ok, but I forgot to bring a comb with me, so I had to rely on my fingers for the rest of the night.  

When dad & I got to the practice room at Lizard's place, Grateful Ed greeted me with a hug and a "Hey, hottie!" Lizard, who was tinkering with the video equipment for the rock opera offered me a smile and a "You look hot tonight."      Guys...

Our regularly scheduled "practice" actually turned out to be a band meeting, and Lizard delivered some pretty heavy news: Our big show on September 10th was being cancelled and Boscoe was being professionally "divorced" from the band.  
   We sat and debated things for about 2 hours - everyone had their say. But those were the final verdicts. We'll likely be pulling another guitar or bass player into the mix to make things work.
   Then, my father suggested that we play just one song to help us all feel better. That turned into about 6 songs as the video played along with us. The vibe among the 6 of us then was not something that words could accurately describe. It was our band, our terms...we were free to do the songs as we wanted to do them.

For the record, I worship Boscoe. I've known him all my life and will never say a word against him.
   He called my father this morning and said that he still wants to do the rock opera, but on his own terms (ie. with more skilled musicians). Not sure what to say to/about that.  

And Lizard...I can't imagine the sacrifice he's made. He could have gone along with Boscoe, dropping the rest of us in favor of better musicians, taken the rock opera on tour with them and made lots of money off of it.
   But instead of someone with whom he has a 30-some-odd-year musical history, he chose us.
   Whether or not Lizard believes in heaven, he surely has the heart of someone who deserves it. Truly one of the nicest people I have ever met.

Tonight, my father plays another local bar/restaurant with his own band...but the Brothers and Sister of the Beak will be there. Except Baby Sister, who is in Vegas tonight. Lucky gal.  

So anyway, in hair news, I did a heavy EVOO treatment last night and had to do a W-CWC this morning to get all of the oil out.    Once again, I'm starting to really dislike oil, and I think that, in the long run, it would be best to just leave it out of the picture. I'll finish the bottle of EVOO that I have, but after that, no más!  

Leave-in's today were my Restoratives Detangling Leave-In Crème & a little EVOO. Hair is down today and I can't do anything about it because I managed to forget both a comb and a hairtie today!  

This evening, I'm planning on an updo of some kind. Most likely the usual double buns...maybe with a pair of black rose barrettes. I want to do something really gothic since I'm not afraid to stick out like a sore thumb in the company of my band brothers.    And they dig it when I get fixed up anyway.  

But for right now, there are a few stacks of data sheets on my desk that need to be addressed.

So continues the glamorous SoCal rock & roll life...  

Tanai: Porcelain is nice, but I'm afraid that it's become sort of a buzzword for fair skin. And it sounds to me like you don't particularly like being fair...that's a shame.  
   My skin isn't just fair, it's extremely pale and I've worked pretty hard to keep it that way.    As a goth and as someone fond of their Celtic heritage, I wholeheartedly embrace and protect my pallor. It's just one of the things that makes me me. As a high school friend of mine once said: "The whiter, the better."  

My reaction to people who tell me that I need a tan is the same as with the people who tell me to cut my hair. I just look at them like they've gone absolutely mad.
   Oh, and I don't like having my picture taken either.    I'm much more comfortable behind a camera than in front of it.

Tio Leo's: Last night, I did go to see my dad play. The band was smokin'...I'd almost forgotten how tight they are. And my boys did show up.    Well, 2 of them at least: Lizard and John 3:16. They came in while my mother, her friend and I were having dinner, and after I'd finished eating, I joined them at the tables they had claimed.
   The only real drawback was that instead of gothing out, I looked absolutely wretched since I had no time to get ready. So I was greasy and unkempt-looking (certainly in no condition to approach the cute doorman that I had my eye on all night  ), but my band brothers didn't seem to mind. I'm sure they've seen me looking worse.  
   
Some drunk old man asked me to dance and was most insistent. I had to refuse him probably 5 or 6 times before he would leave me alone, which is unfortunately typical in bars. Instead, he danced with my mother all night. And I took pictures of light patterns on the dance floor to use as a new background for my cell phone. A few of them actually turned out looking pretty cool.  

Lizard & John 3:16 approached my father's lead guitarist for a position in Picus Maximus and handed him a copy of the rock opera CD. John 3:16 asked whether I thought the lead guitarist would be interested and I told him honestly that I didn't think he would mesh well with the rest of us. John 3:16 & I are on the same page in terms of wanting my father to play lead guitar in our band and recruiting a bass player...but we're also aware that my dad wants to play bass.
   At the end of the night, the lead guitarist asked me questions about the rock opera and I told him honestly that it was something of an acquired taste. But I encouraged him to go home and listen to it first and then decide whether he wanted to be part of it. It wasn't intentional sabotage or anything like that - just total honesty. I love my dad's lead guitarist like extended family, and he's darn good at what he does...but I fear that having him in my band would be like adding strychnine to an ice cream sundae. Jeez, that sounds bad...    but again, total honesty.

Hair: Today's routine was just a simple CWC + leave-in crème. I let my hair air dry as usual, and when I arrived at the mall this afternoon, I parked in one of the structures and did my hair in the car. I combed it out, then put it into a simple half-up with only a minimal amount of mirror.
   But my hair would always tangle and get stringy as I walked from one store to the next, so every time I walked into a new store, I'd have to whip out my comb. Note to self: wear hair in contained styles when venturing into the westerly, more humid & windy areas of the city.  

At Claire's today, I bought a pair of black, plastic hair sticks with a silver flower motif printed at the tops. They're very light (I think they're hollow) and longer than my LongLocks stix. I'll take them to work and weigh them against a pencil. If they're light enough and will work for my hair, I'll be keeping them and selling my LongLocks stix.

Other: So this is the 3rd(?) day that I've been living with a huge canker sore on the right side of my tongue. It hurts like the devil when left alone, but talking, eating, drinking, singing and brushing my teeth now border on unbearable. Much like pimples, the big canker sores always hurt the worst and last the longest.  

This morning, we also had our first summer rain of the year. Very brief.