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sigmastolenI am made of fail today.
I slept in, which is not totally faily, since I woke up waaaay early on Thursday and mostly-early Friday and Saturday, and I stayed up waaaaay late on Friday, so I definitely needed it and planned for it.
But then I laid around in bed with the laptop and the cats, and then I watched TV for a while, and then took an afternoon shower, which always means that the day is a wash, and then there was more laptop-and-cats. (And also a couple necessary e-mails, but still.)
That was what I did; what I did not do is this:
-reading for ANYTHING. (I tried to do some of that last night, at my parents' house, and I ended up falling asleep for an hour or more. I always fall asleep when I go home, lately. I think it's starting to worry my mum.)
-practise (omgggggggg tomorrow is lesson day, plus West Side Story day in wind ensemble and WSS is SUPER HARD ohshit)
-exercise
-go grocery shopping (we are out of sour cream, flour, crisps, and milk (and i guess also half-and-half but i might be falling out of love with half-and-half in my coffee after a week without it), although milk is the only really pressing thing. I went to use it in scrambled eggs this morning, having not opened it for several days (it started tasting olivey on Wednesday which is the first sign that the milk is turning), and it was solid. I haven't dealt with it (squeezed it out of the jug and down the commode) yet, but I did have a good talk with Flatmate about the merits of making sure the threads are aligned properly when putting the cap on, and of buying half-gallons because clearly we can't consume a full gallon between us before it turns.)
-indeed, leave the house for any reason, which is pretty damn sad
-call the vet to set up the kitties' final vaccinations. (also, i want to ask about the vomiting again. last time the vet said it was probably nothing more than them eating to fast for their tummies to handle, but it hasn't stopped. Ducky in particular has vomited several times this week, and even though afterwards they both sniff it and try to eat it (i try to be prompt with the cleanup but they're determined little buggers and the paper towels are far away) and they act like it's fine, I'm a little worried.)
-put things in boxes to be mailed
FAILY FAIL FAIL FAIL!!!
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OH SO the opera sale yesterday was kind of cool -- there was an unexpectedly huuuuge queue to get in so that took a while and now I have a criss-cross tan on the tops of my feet from my shoes (they are like the lovechild of sneakers and ballet flats and they're super comfortable), and the really really nice stuff was (a) too expensive for my budget and (b) snapped up crazy fast, but it was still fun. The people from the costume shop would talk to you about the production the garment was in, if you asked them for help. I tried on a dress that was part of the costume of the Third Lady from Die Zauberflöte (I remember thinking when I saw it that the dress would probably be pretty if there wasn't a big spherical shell structure over it, which was just weird -- this dress was an alternative that didn't actually get worn onstage, but it still had velcro and snaps to attach the shell), and it fit really well, but it looked super awkward -- essentially, it was a floor-length skirt attached to a bra, with some netting to dress up the cups. The bra was my size, which is why it fit, and it laced up the back, which I thought was awesome although in hindsight could be awful if I didn't have someone to lace me into it and in any case I don't like being that reliant on people, but when I looked at my reflection there was no way to escape that I was wearing a bra on the outside. Instead, I got a peach-coloured peasant blouse for 1/5 of what Awkward Dress would have cost. I suspect it might have been one of the chorus costumes from Carmen -- in Act I they had a peach-and-white vibe going -- and the fabric is really soft, maybe a silk blend. It's super super dusty, though, so I have to wash it before I wear it for anything, or even try it on (I mean, it's a big billowy peasant blouse, it's not like it would ever not fit me). Woolite time! I was so grossed out when I was driving home yesterday, though, my clothes smelled dusty and my hair smelled dusty and when I licked my lips they tasted dusty and it was awful and when I got home I just wanted to take a shower and wash the dust off but I had told a couple friends who were also at the sale that they could come over and meet the kitties afterwards so I had to just wash my face, wipe down my hair with a damp towel, change shirts, and live with it. Urgh. One of my friends got a gorgeous dress that had been worn by a dancer in a Die Meistersinger about 30 years ago, and she's going to wear it for her junior recital this year, so that's cool! She had to hide it and it's ribbons and lace from the kitties when she came over, though, which meant putting it on my bed with the comforter covering it, soI my mom had to launder my sheets last night because of all the dust. But now my sheets are clean, yay!
O HEY ALSO FLATMATE STORY On Friday, Flatmate left extra-early in the morning. I got up kind of late (and was subsequently late for class, oops), and when I went into the kitchen to make coffee, I found that there was a mound of soggy cereal in the sink -- not even down the drain, but sitting on top of the drain, and I had to push it down through the rubber before I could run the garbage disposal. Who does that? So then I texted her and was all, "Hey. If you put food in the sink, you have to run the disposal." because this is about the third time we have had this conversation. And then she was like, "sorry I was in a hurry to leave for San Diego it won't happen again" and I was just -- WHAT. Because she was apparently already on the road and she left the cereal clog for me to have to deal with. Plus, a bunch of dirty tupperware containers were stacked on the counter because she had apparently emptied them of food and then been in too much of a hurry to do anything with them, plus the cutting board was still covered in her food crust from the entire week, plus the knife from when she cut strawberries three days before was still sitting out and dirty. And she had just left, to be out of town for multiple days. Again, who does that??? I stacked the containers and the knife on the cutting board and set them both aside because, no. Just no. Yesterday I did end up wiping down the (filthy, filthy) counters and range top, because I like my cooking surfaces to be sanitary and I wanted to make some damn cheese bread, kthx. But argh.
I slept in, which is not totally faily, since I woke up waaaay early on Thursday and mostly-early Friday and Saturday, and I stayed up waaaaay late on Friday, so I definitely needed it and planned for it.
But then I laid around in bed with the laptop and the cats, and then I watched TV for a while, and then took an afternoon shower, which always means that the day is a wash, and then there was more laptop-and-cats. (And also a couple necessary e-mails, but still.)
That was what I did; what I did not do is this:
-reading for ANYTHING. (I tried to do some of that last night, at my parents' house, and I ended up falling asleep for an hour or more. I always fall asleep when I go home, lately. I think it's starting to worry my mum.)
-practise (omgggggggg tomorrow is lesson day, plus West Side Story day in wind ensemble and WSS is SUPER HARD ohshit)
-exercise
-go grocery shopping (we are out of sour cream, flour, crisps, and milk (and i guess also half-and-half but i might be falling out of love with half-and-half in my coffee after a week without it), although milk is the only really pressing thing. I went to use it in scrambled eggs this morning, having not opened it for several days (it started tasting olivey on Wednesday which is the first sign that the milk is turning), and it was solid. I haven't dealt with it (squeezed it out of the jug and down the commode) yet, but I did have a good talk with Flatmate about the merits of making sure the threads are aligned properly when putting the cap on, and of buying half-gallons because clearly we can't consume a full gallon between us before it turns.)
-indeed, leave the house for any reason, which is pretty damn sad
-call the vet to set up the kitties' final vaccinations. (also, i want to ask about the vomiting again. last time the vet said it was probably nothing more than them eating to fast for their tummies to handle, but it hasn't stopped. Ducky in particular has vomited several times this week, and even though afterwards they both sniff it and try to eat it (i try to be prompt with the cleanup but they're determined little buggers and the paper towels are far away) and they act like it's fine, I'm a little worried.)
-put things in boxes to be mailed
FAILY FAIL FAIL FAIL!!!
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OH SO the opera sale yesterday was kind of cool -- there was an unexpectedly huuuuge queue to get in so that took a while and now I have a criss-cross tan on the tops of my feet from my shoes (they are like the lovechild of sneakers and ballet flats and they're super comfortable), and the really really nice stuff was (a) too expensive for my budget and (b) snapped up crazy fast, but it was still fun. The people from the costume shop would talk to you about the production the garment was in, if you asked them for help. I tried on a dress that was part of the costume of the Third Lady from Die Zauberflöte (I remember thinking when I saw it that the dress would probably be pretty if there wasn't a big spherical shell structure over it, which was just weird -- this dress was an alternative that didn't actually get worn onstage, but it still had velcro and snaps to attach the shell), and it fit really well, but it looked super awkward -- essentially, it was a floor-length skirt attached to a bra, with some netting to dress up the cups. The bra was my size, which is why it fit, and it laced up the back, which I thought was awesome although in hindsight could be awful if I didn't have someone to lace me into it and in any case I don't like being that reliant on people, but when I looked at my reflection there was no way to escape that I was wearing a bra on the outside. Instead, I got a peach-coloured peasant blouse for 1/5 of what Awkward Dress would have cost. I suspect it might have been one of the chorus costumes from Carmen -- in Act I they had a peach-and-white vibe going -- and the fabric is really soft, maybe a silk blend. It's super super dusty, though, so I have to wash it before I wear it for anything, or even try it on (I mean, it's a big billowy peasant blouse, it's not like it would ever not fit me). Woolite time! I was so grossed out when I was driving home yesterday, though, my clothes smelled dusty and my hair smelled dusty and when I licked my lips they tasted dusty and it was awful and when I got home I just wanted to take a shower and wash the dust off but I had told a couple friends who were also at the sale that they could come over and meet the kitties afterwards so I had to just wash my face, wipe down my hair with a damp towel, change shirts, and live with it. Urgh. One of my friends got a gorgeous dress that had been worn by a dancer in a Die Meistersinger about 30 years ago, and she's going to wear it for her junior recital this year, so that's cool! She had to hide it and it's ribbons and lace from the kitties when she came over, though, which meant putting it on my bed with the comforter covering it, so
O HEY ALSO FLATMATE STORY On Friday, Flatmate left extra-early in the morning. I got up kind of late (and was subsequently late for class, oops), and when I went into the kitchen to make coffee, I found that there was a mound of soggy cereal in the sink -- not even down the drain, but sitting on top of the drain, and I had to push it down through the rubber before I could run the garbage disposal. Who does that? So then I texted her and was all, "Hey. If you put food in the sink, you have to run the disposal." because this is about the third time we have had this conversation. And then she was like, "sorry I was in a hurry to leave for San Diego it won't happen again" and I was just -- WHAT. Because she was apparently already on the road and she left the cereal clog for me to have to deal with. Plus, a bunch of dirty tupperware containers were stacked on the counter because she had apparently emptied them of food and then been in too much of a hurry to do anything with them, plus the cutting board was still covered in her food crust from the entire week, plus the knife from when she cut strawberries three days before was still sitting out and dirty. And she had just left, to be out of town for multiple days. Again, who does that??? I stacked the containers and the knife on the cutting board and set them both aside because, no. Just no. Yesterday I did end up wiping down the (filthy, filthy) counters and range top, because I like my cooking surfaces to be sanitary and I wanted to make some damn cheese bread, kthx. But argh.
