horses, bad!fic, vodka and logistics

So the stables called me again yesterday, because they needed to switch my lesson time which is fine. This time I apparently talked to my instructor, last time I apparently talked to the woman who is like in charge of instruction in general. At this point, they all either seem charmingly disorganized or charmingly attentive. I'm pleased senseless, really all in all, and I just have to keep reminding myself, that a) I will be scared and that's okay, b) horses are tall, c) my desire for instantaenous grace and charm in all things while amusing in my head, is probably pretty useless here. So yeah. Horses.

I've a UPS package coming today that I probably won't be here to collect, which means I'll have to do the UPS redelivery package dance with them over the course of the weekend, which is never really extraordinarily fun.

My skin has settled down from all the stuff I did to it last week, and I'm really happy with it, now if I can just keep improving on it and be diligent besides.

Had a lovely night at the piano bar, although I left my jacket there (but Velma rescued it). Have found that I like vodka and seltzer less than I seem to recall (it's been years since I drank it), but enough that it's a perfectly fine drink for me while also not encouranging me to get anywhere near a hangover. Someone sang Come What May, without any of the stuff that makes it a bitch of a song to sing, so that's some vague piano bar inspiration, but really... I've been saying that for _years_. Also Robby kept trying to sing Anthem from Chess, and it was a bad bad bad thing. Funny. But bad.

Olympics start tonight, and I have to make plans with my parents before they go to SF, which should be a bit eh, as I can't tell them about the horses or they will go INSANE. It's really all so stupid. Also how many ridiculous obscure things are on my movies to rent list? And how many times have I gotten to Kim's at all lately? That's right, ZERO.

Working tomorrow, that's a bit yuck, but dollars are dollars.

To quote something someone else in KA fandom said earlier than I felt it to be true.... damn there's a metric fuckton of bad!fic floating around in this fandom. It was more fun when there were like 6 people writing and they were all good. Now it's a lot of reading the first sentences of things and screaming "my eyes! my eyes!" P.S. -- songfic? _potentially_ acceptable for things that take place in our modern world. Garth Brooks song-fic for the King Arthur movie? Can I smack you?

Oh... speaking of images a girl doesn't need -- my office is such that we use a key for a bathroom in the hall. So if the key is there, one presumes the bathroom is empty. But nooooo! Because head of the fucking office has his own key. Did I need to see that? Did I need that awkward moment? Dude, congrats on your own personal bathroom key, but take the other one with you next time, yeah?

Sent out lots of submissions yesterday. Nothing's really changed in the last week, other than my being a bit more pleased with myself. All this grey weather, and I'm itching for fall, probably too much.

I need to pop a voice lesson into my schedule somewhere as it's become clear to me that what I can do and the quality of what I can has changed markedly with the working out. This has also emphasized to me, that now that I know I can sing the right notes, I need to address performance issues to a given degree, or else I'm just going to be pacing the same worn path back and forth, getting very very good as what is only one part of the skill.

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Well, proof positive of the evil of UPS. They tried to deliver today and quite obviously, I was not here, but they didn't leave a notice, so I just had to go through contortions to get the delivery redirected to my office for Monday, which is fine, except someone daft will put it on my boss's desk and I don't want him going through my skin care products.

Ah, such is life.

There is a tiny, tiny part of me that's feeling awfully ambitious right now... in a clean the house, do all the laundry ever, hang my clothes up in color coordinated metrosexual anal-retentive glory. This part will not win of course, and this almost makes me sad, but clearly not enough to motivate my sorry ass.

Long boring ramble about the need for fabulous wicked times on the town goes here. It's raining and humid and disgusting, and ambition aside, there are things I should do around the house.

I am so bored right now. Restless. In a hard to explain way.

I've realized that I do something for my acting career no matter how small Every. Single. Day. I'm proud of that. And that it pays off is evident enough. But even so... no wonder I feel weird. Seeing if there's still room in a basic stage combat class that starts next week.