*sounds small, discreet alarm* It's Seesaw Season, Boys and Girls!
Otherwise known as "Alexandra turns into a small child with the attention span of a gnat and the emotional stability of a psychotic wildebeest who knows he can take those lion beeyatches DOWN. Oh roll on the 23rd of December when she shall be restored to her humanity as per the more amusing transformation fanfics" time.
Or, rather, I start living moment to moment. To moment. To moment and to moment. And if you type that word five times it loses all meaning. Heh.
Eg, today.
- Woke up at 8.10am, which is pout-making for a Sunday. So I pouted.
- had to put three loads of clothes on line. In the process had to survey the ever-growing and slightly scary MEGAPILE of clean clothes to be put away. More pouting. Also, sighing.
- after finally extracting the necessary items of clothing from the MEGAPILE to appear decent in public and remembering stuff for singing lesson, no time for breakky. Pouting. And sighing and bitching. As I live by myself, this was all completely wasted bitchage too.
- had shower, raced out of house and off to Ingrid's. (Yes I remembered to put on clothes). Car low on fuel. Crap. BUT THEN I get to drive fast on the freeway and sing along loudly to Young Person's Music on my iShuffle. You should hear me do Justin Timberlake singing Cry me a river.
- Miss Ingrid! Hurrah! Miss Ingrid let me have two muesli bars! More Hurrah! And also we picked much green leafy things from her vegie garden for me to take away and eat. Extra Hurrah!
- Off to Lisa's Lacies. Nothing decent in my size. Bah. BUT THEN a reduced-price bra! And Kindi and Ingrid both managed to find FOUR EACH (only well-endowed females will truly know the feeling of jubilation in our hearts at that monent, for it seems that nature cursed rather than blessed us by giving us a feature requiring expensive cantilevering and if you can find something decent for under $60 you are doing excessively well)
- BUT THEN looked at mobile and saw plaintive SMS and realised I was supposed to meet Melinda yesterday after a concert and clean forgot oh crappity crap crap crap I am an evil, EVULL friend and should die
- bundled off to a factory outlet place by Ingrid and Kindi and found Leather Bag of Surpassing Loveliness and Utility for Everday at half-price. Extreme happiness. But I am an EVULL FRIEND and Melinda will surely hate me for just forgetting her. *sob* *schniff* (That whirring sound you hear is Ingrid's and Kindi's eyes rolling).
- off to singing lesson. Singing lesson went very well - Butterfly and Pace Pace sitting very nicely indeed. Endorphins released all over the shop and I get to skip out to my car.
- Drive in to city. Sun shining! Cool wind whipping about! More singing along to my iShuffle! This time, many people along St Kilda Road got to hear snippets of me doing Gabriella Cilmi , John Barrowman, Green Day and bits from Wicked.
- BUT THEN here I am in at work. BLEH.
BUT THEN: found this on Youtube: She-Ra and Evil-Lyn do "Loathing" from Wicked! Bwahahahahaha!
(oh all right - here's the original. Sort of. Not nearly as fabulous.)
And it's only been six hours since I got our of bed. I don't know if my adrenal glads are up for another five weeks of this.
Or, rather, I start living moment to moment. To moment. To moment and to moment. And if you type that word five times it loses all meaning. Heh.
Eg, today.
- Woke up at 8.10am, which is pout-making for a Sunday. So I pouted.
- had to put three loads of clothes on line. In the process had to survey the ever-growing and slightly scary MEGAPILE of clean clothes to be put away. More pouting. Also, sighing.
- after finally extracting the necessary items of clothing from the MEGAPILE to appear decent in public and remembering stuff for singing lesson, no time for breakky. Pouting. And sighing and bitching. As I live by myself, this was all completely wasted bitchage too.
- had shower, raced out of house and off to Ingrid's. (Yes I remembered to put on clothes). Car low on fuel. Crap. BUT THEN I get to drive fast on the freeway and sing along loudly to Young Person's Music on my iShuffle. You should hear me do Justin Timberlake singing Cry me a river.
- Miss Ingrid! Hurrah! Miss Ingrid let me have two muesli bars! More Hurrah! And also we picked much green leafy things from her vegie garden for me to take away and eat. Extra Hurrah!
- Off to Lisa's Lacies. Nothing decent in my size. Bah. BUT THEN a reduced-price bra! And Kindi and Ingrid both managed to find FOUR EACH (only well-endowed females will truly know the feeling of jubilation in our hearts at that monent, for it seems that nature cursed rather than blessed us by giving us a feature requiring expensive cantilevering and if you can find something decent for under $60 you are doing excessively well)
- BUT THEN looked at mobile and saw plaintive SMS and realised I was supposed to meet Melinda yesterday after a concert and clean forgot oh crappity crap crap crap I am an evil, EVULL friend and should die
- bundled off to a factory outlet place by Ingrid and Kindi and found Leather Bag of Surpassing Loveliness and Utility for Everday at half-price. Extreme happiness. But I am an EVULL FRIEND and Melinda will surely hate me for just forgetting her. *sob* *schniff* (That whirring sound you hear is Ingrid's and Kindi's eyes rolling).
- off to singing lesson. Singing lesson went very well - Butterfly and Pace Pace sitting very nicely indeed. Endorphins released all over the shop and I get to skip out to my car.
- Drive in to city. Sun shining! Cool wind whipping about! More singing along to my iShuffle! This time, many people along St Kilda Road got to hear snippets of me doing Gabriella Cilmi , John Barrowman, Green Day and bits from Wicked.
- BUT THEN here I am in at work. BLEH.
BUT THEN: found this on Youtube: She-Ra and Evil-Lyn do "Loathing" from Wicked! Bwahahahahaha!
(oh all right - here's the original. Sort of. Not nearly as fabulous.)
And it's only been six hours since I got our of bed. I don't know if my adrenal glads are up for another five weeks of this.