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i think i'm just going to keep doing the bullet points thing until i think it looks stupid:
- i am cursing myself for cancelling showtime, because i am so intrigued by the ads for dexter. have you seen these ads? they're just studio shots of michael c. hall looking pleasant, with dead limbs positioned to look like they are a part of his own body. it's so genius. the other morning i was in one of those subway cars that devotes all of its ad space to one thing...being surrounded by dexter was creepy yet delicious. (and yet, i am too cheap to resubscribe.)
- this afternoon i literally bumped into my work crush, or rather, he bumped into me, in the cafeteria. i don't know who he is, where he works, his name, if he is married or gay (working in publishing, probably some combination of both)...he is just some dude i see around my building quite often. when he slammed into me near the spaetzle tray (today's buffet theme was 'taste of germany') he said, 'i'm sorry' and i said, 'that's okay.' it was heavy. he is very tall and his voice sounded decidedly not-gay, but you never can tell. he has grey hair but i am thinking it's prematurely grey. he wears plaid shirts. la la la.
- i'm leaving hair (or is hair leaving me? gasp!) on tuesday night. it was a difficult decision to make, but really, we have no future together. it's so obvious by the way hair behaves around me. he/she's just unruly, it's pathetic.
- right now justin is interviewing gore vidal...why do i feel vaguely jealous?
- speaking of justin, last night he and i commiserated over lycheeritas (say it out loud, it's fun!) at this new near-work bar called bamboo 52 (also fun to say). i am so thankful for justin (and all of my friends, of course)...he is (and they are) such a good listener(s). justin never tells me to shut it when i'm being all girly and ridiculous, and he gives fair, honest advice. i feel extraordinarily lucky to have the friends that i do, especially considering i am just the worst keeper-in-toucher.
- during lunch yesterday, i experienced my first rehearsal with the time inc. singers, or whatever the hell we are called. it was fantastic! the other members were extremely welcoming, and the director, david, seems really cool, like he knows what he's doing (which is so important, because a choir really is only as good as its director...i quit the vassar choir after two rehearsals because the director was such a disappointment after i worked with mr. napoli for so long). choral singing is a lot harder than i remember it to be. because the choir already has a ton of sopranos, i am singing alto, which is a new thing for me, as is singing with men (weirdly enough, i've only done one piece with male voices ever). the piece we worked on yesterday was moderately difficult (it's an arrangement of 'hallelujah!' from handel's messiah as interpreted by quincy jones, so it's supposed to be a wee bit funky) but considering i had not sight-sung a harmony in like, 12 years or something, i was a bit lost. i'm sure it will come back to me soon, and i am really up for the challenge!
- i know i sound supremely cheesy in the above paragraph, but i can't help it...singing makes me feel so happy.
- continuing in the 'i am keeping myself busy' vein...i let out my bad girl-ness (gah) at the knitting thing on tuesday night. the night began somewhat tryingly...the original email said the group met at 8, but because i didn't rsvp, i didn't know about the new 9 o'clock time. needless to say, i got drunkish on a glass of pinot for an hour (but i have to say, if the bar climate is right, i quite like sitting alone drinking wine on smooshy couches reading my book and vaguely eavestropping on strangers' conversations...) and left just as michelle the organizer was coming into the bar. i stayed and knit for an hour...i don't advise drinking and knitting. i made a huge hole in my work (though somehow i didn't drop any stitches) and a (hopefully teeny) part of this weekend is going to be spent fixing it. it's kind of bizarre to knit in a bar. i mean, i am all for public displays of knitting but i felt like people were watching us (no, i know they were). some drunk douchebag came up to us at some point (and oh my god, i am just remembering now, he had an EARRING) and was all, 'are you CROCHETING?' (which in retrospect is kind of funny...how many douchebags with lame earrings know the word 'crochet?') and we were all, 'naw...', and he was all 'knit on!' hahaha douchebag.
- right now all i can think of is going home and setting up camp on my couch with some cigarettes and tonight's episode of ugly betty (my new favorite show). this 'keeping myself busy' shit is a tiresome gig, let me tell you. (and it only kind of half-works.)
- yesterday i was complaining to my imaginary friend that i am out of books to read. now, i could, like a normal person, skip down to the barnes & noble and just buy myself a book, but that would be too easy and ultimately, disappointing, because i would have dropped $15 or so on something i'd put down all finished in two days (which may explain why i only purchase books if they are over 400 pages long...i need to feel like i am getting my money's worth, i guess. mental note: library card). then, as if she was my imaginary friend turned real, nice awesome pretty accessories editor emerged from her office with a copy of benjamin kunkel's indecision in her hands: the exact book i had been considering reading. and she wasn't lending it to me, she was giving it to me because she 'couldn't get into it' and i 'seem to be a reader.' (i guess the huge pile of books on my desk is a giveaway.) *bliss* and then...(no 'and then.') no really, and then...when i met up with justin, he gifted me with TWO MORE BOOKS, on beauty by zadie smith and the catastrophist by laurence douglas. so, in other words, no more complaining.
- when on earth is running with scissors going to be released? i'm in agony. also, i want to see little children immediately.
- and now, i think i am going to gift myself with the crane wife, just because it's pay day, it's the decemberists, and i haven't bought anything from amazon in a couple of weeks. i wish i could get it together to actually go into a store to buy a record, but that seems so hard. i need kozmo.com back in my life. i know it was a crappy business model and all, but really, in theory, what a brilliant idea.