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Just crazy enough to work

on October 31, 2007 - 2:57am

Happy Halloween! Happy Samhain! However you spend today, even if it's just ignoring the holiday and calling it Wednesday, I hope it's a happy one for you.
I very nearly did the last thing because I'm so behind this year. I never got around to carving a pumpkin, and I'll probably pick up a costume in my lunch hour. Here are my options:
- I could buy a black T-shirt to wear with a set of cat ears and a tail. Doable, and yet already done within the past few years.
- Or (I don't know HOW my fiance came up with this idea) I could bring my screen name, GrobAngel, to life by wearing angel wings and a halo with one of my concert shirts. That would require a lot of explaining; and yet, the more I think about it, the more I want to do it. As the title implies, that plan is just crazy enough to work. So watch this space...

Random thought: Why do I have CHRISTMAS music in my head on HALLOWEEN? First it was "I'll Be Home for Christmas" (if you can listen to his version without getting weepy...I don't know what's moving blood through your veins, because it isn't a heart), now it's his version of "Little Drummer Boy", also known as the most persistent ear worm I've ever known.

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too down to think of a title

on October 30, 2007 - 8:51am

Not exactly the happiest day here. I got another of those emails from ABC. I wish I could just reply saying, "Don't bother me again unless it's something important or different." I already know I'm not allowed in; I don't need or want to hear it again. I'm trying to think that things happen for a reason, but having trouble thinking of a good reason for this. All I can think is that now I remember why I like the Today show better than Good Morning America: They're so much more...welcoming.
I especially didn't need this on the heels of the stunt my fiance's aunt pulled. She has two kids, "Petra and Fudge," and is annoyed that they're not in the wedding party. This is for several reasons:
1) The average age of the wedding party is 22, and these kids are 13 and 11.
2) They would not be able to participate in the bachelor party, which would likely take place at a bar (meaning Fudge wouldn't even get in the door), or the bachelorette party, which would probably involve "inappropriate" gifts (and we'd get in trouble for "corrupting" Petra).
3) With six people on each side, the wedding party's big enough already.
4) The kids themselves haven't even shown interest or any reaction at all; it's their mom wanting to cause trouble.
FOG masterfully and politely explained all this (except Reason #4; that's just something the family all knows), and she seemed okay with it. But it's been nothing but silence over there. And silence isn't good. Silence means we should be waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I should try to calm down. I can't control other people's reactions, but I can control how I cope with it.

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To-Do List

on October 28, 2007 - 8:25am

With all this stuff happening in New York literally this time next month, I've got a lot to do. Here goes:
1) Buy film.
2) Pick out new lining for coat (can do that today) and find tailor to sew it in.
3) Hire car for 4:30 a.m. on the morning of Good Morning America.
4) Get waterproof finish on shoes I plan to wear those days (in case of bad weather).
5) Take extra care of skin and hair in weeks leading up to it. (Between being on live national TV and the possibility meeting Josh, I want to look my best.)
6) Figure out a way of getting all the essentials (book, journal, camera, travel mug, makeup, hairbrush...the list goes on for days) into a bag that won't raise eyebrows at security.

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An apology

on October 27, 2007 - 6:31pm

Dear Josh,
When my fiance was at work today, I thought I might like to spend some time with my second favorite guy (you). So I got out some of my sheet music, went to the piano in my future in-laws' guest house, and started playing some of your songs.
I've been playing the piano since I was eight, and I'm twenty-four now. I love playing. I love seeing just how accurate my ear is when I glance at the sheet music. I love playing for myself what I previously only heard on a CD or the radio.
That being said, I wish to apologize here for butchering the beauty it has taken you 26 years to create for our listening pleasure. I apologize for every wrong note, for every beautiful instrumental passage that turned to mush today. True, I have not seen a piano since July; and true, I don't think that particular piano has been tuned at all this millennium. But those are not excuses, and I am not trying to pretend that they are. I will practice again tomorrow, I will insist that that piano gets tuned in the near future, and I will become better. Please accept my humblest apologies, and do not make me turn in my FOJG card.
Yours sincerely,
GrobAngel

That's what I felt like writing after this afternoon's practice sessions. I am SOOO rusty!

P.S. I don't know what two of today's entry is doing here. Bloody gremlins!

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An apology

on October 27, 2007 - 6:31pm

Dear Josh,
When my fiance was at work today, I thought I might like to spend some time with my second favorite guy (you). So I got out some of my sheet music, went to the piano in my future in-laws' guest house, and started playing some of your songs.
I've been playing the piano since I was eight, and I'm twenty-four now. I love playing. I love seeing just how accurate my ear is when I glance at the sheet music. I love playing for myself what I previously only heard on a CD or the radio.
That being said, I wish to apologize here for butchering the beauty it has taken you 26 years to create for our listening pleasure. I apologize for every wrong note, for every beautiful instrumental passage that turned to mush today. True, I have not seen a piano since July; and true, I don't think that particular piano has been tuned at all this millennium. But those are not excuses, and I am not trying to pretend that they are. I will practice again tomorrow, I will insist that that piano gets tuned in the near future, and I will become better. Please accept my humblest apologies, and do not make me turn in my FOJG card.
Yours sincerely,
GrobAngel

That's what I felt like writing after this afternoon's practice sessions. I am SOOO rusty!

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