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Apr. 17th, 2003 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmDyed my hair last night and it came out pretty well. It's still not all one color, but the mix of colors is gentle, the dye is the color I want so I can keep moving towards it, the grey is covered and it will do just fine for the headshots.
Today I have to do an errand to Brooklyn, get my eyebrows and such done, go to opera rehearsal, go to the show, then come home and burn my CDs and do my nails. And I can't find the R+J soundtrack. And I'm really displeased about it, although not to the point of being a kook about it, just I _really_ like that song and really wanted it on my CD of doom. Anyway, my hair and makeup person pops over at 10:50am tomorrow.
I need to go to the post office and to call someone about an opportunity.
And what I really need is a vacation. To the point that instead of planning my journey to DC for a friends wedding properly, I'm throwing what I need in a backpack and will just deal with it as it comes. Completely silly of course, as I know DC like the back of my hand, so it will hardly be an adventure to find a room or get back on the bus at the last minute, but it seems like a small and potentially helpful illusion. I want to go somewhere where I don't speak the language, don't understand the weather and won't feel like I'll ever need to come back. And that's what will make it just fine, airports like cold water, a journey out and then back into the waking world, in the end as if I'd never seen it before.
Yes, despite the fact that I haven't travelled in ages, and the bulk of my travel over the years has been domestic and involving really ridiculous business situations, I'm hugely romantic about it and also pretty damn good at it. Pack a carry on and get on with it. There is _nothing_ I hate more than waiting at baggage claim. [Insert long rant about how much I hate Los Angeles and its airport here]
And Act IV of Boheme? I finally get it. I'm going to bawl my eyes out when I see this thing. I almost did listening to it the other night.
Today I have to do an errand to Brooklyn, get my eyebrows and such done, go to opera rehearsal, go to the show, then come home and burn my CDs and do my nails. And I can't find the R+J soundtrack. And I'm really displeased about it, although not to the point of being a kook about it, just I _really_ like that song and really wanted it on my CD of doom. Anyway, my hair and makeup person pops over at 10:50am tomorrow.
I need to go to the post office and to call someone about an opportunity.
And what I really need is a vacation. To the point that instead of planning my journey to DC for a friends wedding properly, I'm throwing what I need in a backpack and will just deal with it as it comes. Completely silly of course, as I know DC like the back of my hand, so it will hardly be an adventure to find a room or get back on the bus at the last minute, but it seems like a small and potentially helpful illusion. I want to go somewhere where I don't speak the language, don't understand the weather and won't feel like I'll ever need to come back. And that's what will make it just fine, airports like cold water, a journey out and then back into the waking world, in the end as if I'd never seen it before.
Yes, despite the fact that I haven't travelled in ages, and the bulk of my travel over the years has been domestic and involving really ridiculous business situations, I'm hugely romantic about it and also pretty damn good at it. Pack a carry on and get on with it. There is _nothing_ I hate more than waiting at baggage claim. [Insert long rant about how much I hate Los Angeles and its airport here]
And Act IV of Boheme? I finally get it. I'm going to bawl my eyes out when I see this thing. I almost did listening to it the other night.
