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rmTired. Been up for thirty minutes already as I've the Wachovia promo this morning (we haven't come up with any good improv songs yet, mainly because my evil brain keeps whispering "Wachovia is really neat, it is filled with turtle meat!" but that's WRONG WRONG WRONG).
Have not yet dealt with the crappy thing I don't want to deal with.
Have to retype and resend an invoice to someone, when I know I sent it.
Like so many other people have said this morning (and it makes me giggle, as he's sooooo not a crush object for me), hey, Orlando Bloom proposed to his gf, why hasn't the Internet burned down yet?
Regency class yesterday -- lord I suck at sauteuse. I was a dancer, and I know how to spot, why can't I do it without getting dizzy? I mean really dizzy. The men are no better. It's not digifnied when the men swoon too. Tangentally and non-specifically. I am charmed by everything. Everything! (boy with the shiny shiny shiny black shoes! who so clearly has some sort of personal narrative going on just for how he moves his back and his hands and dips his head with a smile during the dances) Aie. I must con everyone into taking up this particular hobby. And the French dances? Pure evil. Perfectly fucking keen on the easy finishing dances which are really for when you're too drunk or stupid to do anything else. What I may love the most is the degree to which all the dances are so clearly designed for social interaction, the mingling of couples, and courtship rituals. Everyone gets a chance to examine the merits of everyone else. It's fascinating. And we're only so terrible at it because we have so much other crap to waste our time on. After the assembly on the 16th we're going to start working on alemandes (the class is so a split between people fixated on early-Regency stuff and people fixated on late-Regency, and it's a very funny split the geekiness of which I will not digress into at this moment. Just trust me). Meanwhile, I blush constantly, can't keep my left from my right straight, and generally feel too bold having to make all that eye-contact (so I generally don't). I got caught out at something morbidly embarassing too, although I don't know if anyone else put it together. That's in a friends-only post later.
Dear NIDA, put up your bloody summer term applications already.
Have not yet dealt with the crappy thing I don't want to deal with.
Have to retype and resend an invoice to someone, when I know I sent it.
Like so many other people have said this morning (and it makes me giggle, as he's sooooo not a crush object for me), hey, Orlando Bloom proposed to his gf, why hasn't the Internet burned down yet?
Regency class yesterday -- lord I suck at sauteuse. I was a dancer, and I know how to spot, why can't I do it without getting dizzy? I mean really dizzy. The men are no better. It's not digifnied when the men swoon too. Tangentally and non-specifically. I am charmed by everything. Everything! (boy with the shiny shiny shiny black shoes! who so clearly has some sort of personal narrative going on just for how he moves his back and his hands and dips his head with a smile during the dances) Aie. I must con everyone into taking up this particular hobby. And the French dances? Pure evil. Perfectly fucking keen on the easy finishing dances which are really for when you're too drunk or stupid to do anything else. What I may love the most is the degree to which all the dances are so clearly designed for social interaction, the mingling of couples, and courtship rituals. Everyone gets a chance to examine the merits of everyone else. It's fascinating. And we're only so terrible at it because we have so much other crap to waste our time on. After the assembly on the 16th we're going to start working on alemandes (the class is so a split between people fixated on early-Regency stuff and people fixated on late-Regency, and it's a very funny split the geekiness of which I will not digress into at this moment. Just trust me). Meanwhile, I blush constantly, can't keep my left from my right straight, and generally feel too bold having to make all that eye-contact (so I generally don't). I got caught out at something morbidly embarassing too, although I don't know if anyone else put it together. That's in a friends-only post later.
Dear NIDA, put up your bloody summer term applications already.
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Bad, Bad Boy...
Date: 2004-10-04 10:12 am (UTC)Second, email me your address again, 'cause I'm a bad, bad friend and went and lost it. Presents are only fun when you get to give them.
Frederich
Re: Bad, Bad Boy...
Date: 2004-10-04 10:15 am (UTC)Email tonight.