Monday, January 10, 2005
I've Been a Bad Bad Girl
I've been eating fatty foods
Hey, you'd do it too if you had the house to yourself. You would order yourself a pizza because you wouldn't have to comprimise with anyone else about toppings! Don't try to tell me you wouldn't, I know the truth. In fact, maybe I'll run around naked later. I bet you'd do that too.
I have "Sweet Home Alabama" stuck in my head. I have no idea why. I haven't heard it today, at least not to my knowledge. I think I'd remember hearing it... it's a good song. I guess I should just be grateful that it's not that Godforsaken "dollop of daisy" commercial that was on last year and would get stuck in your head for WEEKS. I shudder just thinking of it.
Well, here goes! Tonight was The Great Fall's last rehearsal before our show on Thursday. It went really well, so I'm pretty pumped. Naturally, my skin has freaked out and sprouted unheard of numbers of unsightly blemishes and pimples... why wouldn't it? I'm going to be seen in a public venue, singing in front of crowds! What a GREAT time to break out! Ugh.
Where the skies are so blue...
I think I have a mild case of narcolepsy. I swear. I've been having this weird experience lately where I'll be doing something, such as reading, working, or sitting here typing in my blog, when all of a sudden I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP. LIKE, RIGHT NOW. It's the weirdest thing. It sucks. :( I got nine freakin' hours of sleep last night because at 9:30 I decided I needed to sleep, RIGHT THEN. It's weird.
I have donut holes upstairs. That just occurred to me.
Did I spell "occurred" right? I hope so.
I think I'm gonna check the Sunday paper to see if there are any jobs out there... real jobs, for which I'd be qualified. I can't imagine there are any jobs out there for a 22 year-old college grad (minus a pesky little piano credit... I really should fix that) who majored in music education... and does not actually want to teach music. Hmm. Could be problematic. I guess it couldn't hurt to shop around though. You never know what the paper might offer.
The Great Fall may make an appearance (soundwise, not visually) in an indie film! Woo! A guy we knew in high school is just finishing up his first indie film and he wants to use us for the closing credits. HOW HOT IS THAT! Not only that, but apparently the producer of the film liked us too, and wants to investigate some more into our sound and see if we could come up with maybe some other stuff for some other projects. Of course, I'm hearing this, like, 23rd hand, so I don't know if anything will ever come of it or not, but it's always nice to know that somebody who doesn't know any of the band members has heard the music and enjoys it. It's easy to enjoy music when you've written it... of course you love it then, you created it. It's like how some parents out there have the most obnoxious children in the world, but hey, they love them because they created them. I think that's how it works.
I always felt that way about Madam Malarky. I always thought I was a literary genius! But it was great when somebody else would say so. It was the best when I'd get letters from people I didn't know saying they liked the column or whatever. That was always nice.
Speaking of always nice, it's always nice to go upstairs and get in bed. Oh! I should do that!
Hey, you'd do it too if you had the house to yourself. You would order yourself a pizza because you wouldn't have to comprimise with anyone else about toppings! Don't try to tell me you wouldn't, I know the truth. In fact, maybe I'll run around naked later. I bet you'd do that too.
I have "Sweet Home Alabama" stuck in my head. I have no idea why. I haven't heard it today, at least not to my knowledge. I think I'd remember hearing it... it's a good song. I guess I should just be grateful that it's not that Godforsaken "dollop of daisy" commercial that was on last year and would get stuck in your head for WEEKS. I shudder just thinking of it.
Well, here goes! Tonight was The Great Fall's last rehearsal before our show on Thursday. It went really well, so I'm pretty pumped. Naturally, my skin has freaked out and sprouted unheard of numbers of unsightly blemishes and pimples... why wouldn't it? I'm going to be seen in a public venue, singing in front of crowds! What a GREAT time to break out! Ugh.
Where the skies are so blue...
I think I have a mild case of narcolepsy. I swear. I've been having this weird experience lately where I'll be doing something, such as reading, working, or sitting here typing in my blog, when all of a sudden I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP. LIKE, RIGHT NOW. It's the weirdest thing. It sucks. :( I got nine freakin' hours of sleep last night because at 9:30 I decided I needed to sleep, RIGHT THEN. It's weird.
I have donut holes upstairs. That just occurred to me.
Did I spell "occurred" right? I hope so.
I think I'm gonna check the Sunday paper to see if there are any jobs out there... real jobs, for which I'd be qualified. I can't imagine there are any jobs out there for a 22 year-old college grad (minus a pesky little piano credit... I really should fix that) who majored in music education... and does not actually want to teach music. Hmm. Could be problematic. I guess it couldn't hurt to shop around though. You never know what the paper might offer.
The Great Fall may make an appearance (soundwise, not visually) in an indie film! Woo! A guy we knew in high school is just finishing up his first indie film and he wants to use us for the closing credits. HOW HOT IS THAT! Not only that, but apparently the producer of the film liked us too, and wants to investigate some more into our sound and see if we could come up with maybe some other stuff for some other projects. Of course, I'm hearing this, like, 23rd hand, so I don't know if anything will ever come of it or not, but it's always nice to know that somebody who doesn't know any of the band members has heard the music and enjoys it. It's easy to enjoy music when you've written it... of course you love it then, you created it. It's like how some parents out there have the most obnoxious children in the world, but hey, they love them because they created them. I think that's how it works.
I always felt that way about Madam Malarky. I always thought I was a literary genius! But it was great when somebody else would say so. It was the best when I'd get letters from people I didn't know saying they liked the column or whatever. That was always nice.
Speaking of always nice, it's always nice to go upstairs and get in bed. Oh! I should do that!
