January 31st, 2005
sleep how I love you

I am a very happy person. Which is why it's strange that I have the sleep habits of a clinically depressed mental patient. Actually, I just envy the sleeping habits of the clinically depressed. Here is my ideal sleep schedule (exciting, huh?!):

10:00 AM wake up, face the day.
2:00 PM go back to sleep
2-6, deal with the stuff of life
6-8 go back to sleep
8-1:00 more life stuff
1:00 AM go to sleep!

Here is my current sleep schedule (still exciting!)

midnight: go to bed

3:30 AM get waken up by a cat who is very insistent that I feed him. I tell him to be quiet.

3:45 AM wake up and feed him

3:55 AM Turns out he wasn't hungry, he just wants to talk. We talk about the stuff of life, I get jealous of his sleep schedule and I tell him to be quiet again.

4:10 AM he pats me on the shoulder insistently to get under the covers with me.

5:00 AM I have dreams about saving my cats from a tsunami.

7:00 AM WAKE UP!!
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January 30th, 2005
My mother, part deux

I sent my mother a picture of me playing a baby grand piano in Stickerbook. Her reaction: "Do you play piano?"
She never ceases to entertain me at least!
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January 21st, 2005
I've had very little sleep

Somehow LA Song by Beth Hart and all its perplexity has found its way to my ipod, through no fault of my own! Really, I have no idea how it got there. Here is a snippet of some of the lyrics:

Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home
& she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed and she laughed and she laughed
'Cause she knew she was never comin' back
She said
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.

Okay it's clear this lady is trying to pull a fast one on us. You can't just get out of rhyming lyrics by repeating the same word over and over! If that were the case, we'd all be song writers. And what about rhyming town with town?! She stuck pain in the middle there to distract us from the fact that sooner or later she was just going to get around to rhyming town with town. Then she ends it with "I get outta this town and out of LA." Out of LA? Where did that come from? Who was talking about LA? I think she needs to realize that maybe this is just a conversation. Maybe this isn't a song. You can't have a conversation with your friend and just decide it's a song because you want it to be.

I've had very little sleep this week. That is the only explanation for this entry.

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January 13th, 2005
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I feel compelled to say that this show is so good I can't stand it. It's so good it did a complete 180 and made me not be able to stand the goodness. I almost can't watch it it's so suspensful and nerve wracking! Why don't they just let Jack Bauer do his thing! He's saved the world three seasons in a row! Leave him alone and let him do his job!
In other news I am truly a sugar addict. I realized it under no uncertain terms yesterday when I had a bite of a cookie and I blacked out for two seconds. It was a really good cookie. Regular food is not as good. Any children reading this, I'm sorry I was the one to break it to you. Chicken, as my mother tried to convince me while making a gleeful face, does NOT taste like marshmallows.
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January 11th, 2005
oh dear lord

I am exhausted. I had a show last night at 11:30, and I have another one on Thursday at 11. I don't know when I thought I wasn't a person who needs naps to recover from naps, but this schedule does not coincide with my 18 hours of required sleep per day. I'm essentially a cat.
Here is some real life dialogue between my mother and I for your entertainment.

ME
I'm singing in my band next week.

MY MOTHER
You don't sing in that band of yours, do you?

ME
I just told you I'm singing in it next week.

MY MOTHER
But you can't sing.

ME
What makes you say that?

MY MOTHER
I've never heard you sing.

ME
So then why do you assume I can't?

MY MOTHER
Oh, forget it.
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January 2nd, 2005
Oh, okay

I'm listening to a retrospective of Peter Seller's life on the radio (I'm very old fashioned) and someone said they don't think anyone's life is ever made better by having fame and fortune. Uh, okay. You know what, I'll test that theory out for myself, thank you very much. (I actually would be a terrible famous person as I'm already 80% hermit and fame would only exacerbate that. So, thank GOD I don't have to worry about that.)(I use a lot of parentheses)

Kevin doesn't like it apparently when I talk about more than one subject per entry. Although he does like parantheses! (Hi Kevin! I didn't mean to talk about you so much here, but hello!) He called my last entry "rambling". Well! Since he is the only one who is willing to state their name when they comment here (aside from Tony) I will oblige! Fine!
(Also my ipod broke and i feel terrible feeling self pitying about it after the tsunami. And my cats are super cute.)
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