Someday I'll be the bird I always claimed to be
So much to say but do I have the energy?
The thing in the forefront is that I miss Laurier and I want him to start talking to me again. I understand why he stopped but, aside from hating to be ignored, I hate the loss. Every now and then I get these memories, these clips of his action, something he would do or say that would make me laugh or smile. Sense of humor isn't even important to him, but my mind keeps drudging up these instances...
I started writing last night and now it's morning, er, noonish. And even though he's being a pain by refusing to talk/respond to me, he's still showing me he cares. This morning I got an email from a woman looking for someone to sing the American Nat'l Anthem for the World Figure Skating Championships to be aired on nat'l T.V. She said Laurier (actually "Rorie") told her I was a wonderful singer.
Now I just have to get the days off for it and the rehearsal.
Saturday night I went clubbing in Roppongi with Tatiana, Diane, Gregory, and some of Tati's friends. There was much dancing and fun. We stayed out all night and went to a restaurant at 5am. The restaurant would've been great except we waited for our food for an hour, they staggered our meals so no one was eating at the same time, and when mine came, they got it completely wrong. I ordered Vegetable Red Curry and they gave me green with shrimp. I gave up and told them I wouldn't eat anything. Diane gave me a few bites of her green curry (chicken, no shrimp--shrimp freaks me out) and it was REALLY good. That made me even sadder that I didn't get mine. I lost the will to complain and we just left, but not before the staff refused to separate the check.
Overall it was a great time.
Tendonitis is terrible. Full band practice (3 hrs) tonight.
over&out
The thing in the forefront is that I miss Laurier and I want him to start talking to me again. I understand why he stopped but, aside from hating to be ignored, I hate the loss. Every now and then I get these memories, these clips of his action, something he would do or say that would make me laugh or smile. Sense of humor isn't even important to him, but my mind keeps drudging up these instances...
I started writing last night and now it's morning, er, noonish. And even though he's being a pain by refusing to talk/respond to me, he's still showing me he cares. This morning I got an email from a woman looking for someone to sing the American Nat'l Anthem for the World Figure Skating Championships to be aired on nat'l T.V. She said Laurier (actually "Rorie") told her I was a wonderful singer.
Now I just have to get the days off for it and the rehearsal.
Saturday night I went clubbing in Roppongi with Tatiana, Diane, Gregory, and some of Tati's friends. There was much dancing and fun. We stayed out all night and went to a restaurant at 5am. The restaurant would've been great except we waited for our food for an hour, they staggered our meals so no one was eating at the same time, and when mine came, they got it completely wrong. I ordered Vegetable Red Curry and they gave me green with shrimp. I gave up and told them I wouldn't eat anything. Diane gave me a few bites of her green curry (chicken, no shrimp--shrimp freaks me out) and it was REALLY good. That made me even sadder that I didn't get mine. I lost the will to complain and we just left, but not before the staff refused to separate the check.
Overall it was a great time.
Tendonitis is terrible. Full band practice (3 hrs) tonight.
over&out