Yeah - it's been a while. What do you want from me? =)
I'm excited. I just did a little research and found out that when one of my favorite bands comes to town, I get to see them for free. Yes, you heard me. I just signed up to volunteer for Red Molly when they come my way. I sell stuff for them, or usher, or do one of a number of other useful things, and I see the show for free. Also probably meet the band, just by nature of small-ish folk shows. Boo-yah, my friends, boo-yah. My wallet's happy, I'm ecstatic, and all is wonderful with the world. I love saving money and getting what I want in the same round. Hee...
More updates and such forthcoming. For realz this time, I promise.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Walking in a winter cityland.
Tuesday night I had an adventure. The roomies weren't going to be home, and so I decided that what I wanted to do in an empty house was to curl up in my room with a book and some candy. Not just any candy, though. I wanted gummy grapefruit slices and swiss petite fruits. Delicious. Also, as far as I know, only available at Faneiul Hall. So I got home from work, walked to the T, and went. Got my candy, came back, spent twice as much traveling as I did actually getting the stuff, and went to curl up just like I wanted. Pure heaven.
Walking outside in the city was just beautiful. The snow was falling, but not heavily, and the trees still were lit from the holidays as the buildings towered over me and the ancient brick was slowly getting covered in snow. As I left the T station in Government Center, I held the door open for a woman and a small child. The woman was head to toe Gothy - black wide leg pants, black hoodie with a rock band on the front, hood up over her head, black nail polish, black chocker around her neck, and dark makeup on her face. She carried a little girl around her front, an adorable blondie around 2 and a half years old, dressed entirely in pink and purple and with her head buried in the woman's shoulder trying to keep her face away out of the wind. The woman, in turn, had her head resting on the head of the little, holding her tightly and keeping her warm, with such a subtle outpouring of love and affection coming from her stance and expression. It was such a beautiful sight with the two of them walking through the night in the snow, and such an interesting juxtoposition of light and dark and innocence, that it really struck me. If I had been more prepared, I would have had a camera, but who really prepares for random candy runs? Either way, I thought it was lovely, even if it could not be recorded.
Walking outside in the city was just beautiful. The snow was falling, but not heavily, and the trees still were lit from the holidays as the buildings towered over me and the ancient brick was slowly getting covered in snow. As I left the T station in Government Center, I held the door open for a woman and a small child. The woman was head to toe Gothy - black wide leg pants, black hoodie with a rock band on the front, hood up over her head, black nail polish, black chocker around her neck, and dark makeup on her face. She carried a little girl around her front, an adorable blondie around 2 and a half years old, dressed entirely in pink and purple and with her head buried in the woman's shoulder trying to keep her face away out of the wind. The woman, in turn, had her head resting on the head of the little, holding her tightly and keeping her warm, with such a subtle outpouring of love and affection coming from her stance and expression. It was such a beautiful sight with the two of them walking through the night in the snow, and such an interesting juxtoposition of light and dark and innocence, that it really struck me. If I had been more prepared, I would have had a camera, but who really prepares for random candy runs? Either way, I thought it was lovely, even if it could not be recorded.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Failed competancy check.
So yeah. It's been a while. And this isn't much of a post, but don't worry - I've got a couple of things in the works. In the meantime, here's a funny story.
Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl rolled over in bed one night in the middle of a lovely dream. There may or may not have been pixies. She rolled over and woke herself up from her lovely dream by solidly smacking her forehead against the wall. Then she had a headache all the next day.
Yes, this is my life. I am that girl. And one day I will learn competance.
Hopefully.
Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl rolled over in bed one night in the middle of a lovely dream. There may or may not have been pixies. She rolled over and woke herself up from her lovely dream by solidly smacking her forehead against the wall. Then she had a headache all the next day.
Yes, this is my life. I am that girl. And one day I will learn competance.
Hopefully.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Lovely ladies.
I watched a movie recently in which a character explains to another character:
"In the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend."
I used to be the best friend. For year's I was the best friend, which is strange as for the majority of my life, I prided myself on being the leading lady. But sometimes life takes over and knocks you down, and then decides to throw a couple of curve balls while you're down there, and it's just easier to put yourself in the passenger side of the car for a change and be driven around. And it's been fine. But it took me hearing that one line for me to understand why I haven't been as happy lately. I'm tired of the passenger seat. I'm ready for a little limelight. I mean, you're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, right? I realize that it's taken a while, but just like sometimes you have to fall to stand up straighter, I think sometimes you need to let someone else drive the plot lines for a bit , if for no other reason than to see where you don't want to story to go. I find that I'm rediscovering a little thing called gumption. I gotta say, it's kinda nice.....
"In the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend."
I used to be the best friend. For year's I was the best friend, which is strange as for the majority of my life, I prided myself on being the leading lady. But sometimes life takes over and knocks you down, and then decides to throw a couple of curve balls while you're down there, and it's just easier to put yourself in the passenger side of the car for a change and be driven around. And it's been fine. But it took me hearing that one line for me to understand why I haven't been as happy lately. I'm tired of the passenger seat. I'm ready for a little limelight. I mean, you're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, right? I realize that it's taken a while, but just like sometimes you have to fall to stand up straighter, I think sometimes you need to let someone else drive the plot lines for a bit , if for no other reason than to see where you don't want to story to go. I find that I'm rediscovering a little thing called gumption. I gotta say, it's kinda nice.....
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