Who do you think this is, Keith Bloodylockhart? 2003-07-17 - 11:45 p.m.
Oy vey. My sister and I dragged my mom to the symphony concert in the park. I have a strong suspicion a bat flew up the principal hornist's instrument, because oy. The cracked notes. All over the place, the cracked notes. Granted this was only movie music, but still. I like my "Princess Leia's Theme" crack-free, thank you.
That sounds weird.
Anywho, apparently I have to get up at an ungodly early hour on my day off (8 AM), because I have to take my sister to tour this stupid teensy college that she doesn't have any intention of even applying to anyway. What is the bloody point, I say. Oh well. She says there will be free food. I like free food.
Oh. During intermission the wee sister and I were sitting on the swings saying "What do you think this is, the Bostonbloodypopsorchestra?", in Very Bad British accents. Sometimes I wish I was 16 again. Sometimes not.
I'm now watching the extended edition of LotR for about the 50th time this week. Digital cable, how I love thee.
(I made progress today on the getting-the-hell-out-of-here front and e-mailed the housing office at the Grad School today and asked what they have left in the university-run apartment buildings. For me, at least, that is progress. I guess.)