The Arts

Tonight was "The Sound of Music," performed by the kids from my highschool, plus a few from middle and lower school as well to make up the Von Trapp kids. Long movie, yeah? It's a long play too. The intermission came an hour and a half in. They did a pretty decent job though.

Relatedly: am I the only one bothered by the practice of giving a standing ovation for pretty much every performance of anything ever? Am I wrong in thinking that a standing ovation should be reserved for special occasions? I hate to break it to everybody, but the way things are now, a standing ovation pretty much doesn't mean shit. So I didn't stand, and I felt like a curmudgeon. Just like every other time I didn't stand.


In case anyone other than Sara has been reading my formspring, which I doubt, but whatever, I have remembered an answer to the "favorite food" question. It is this: toast (preferably potato bread toast) soaked in the juice left over from cooking meat in a pan. Pot roast will do; roast chicken is miraculous.


It's finally cooling off, at least for a little while. Should get down into the forties tonight, I hear. I haven't checked the weather.

The moon rose sleepily tonight, heavy-lidded and cycloptic, and peered down through the trees. Miley, true to form, was a pill half of the time and angelic the rest. Oh well. I have to be up at eight tomorrow to get to the RBA and help stuff envelopes, and I've been yawning since seven. Better get to bed.

I meant to post this at least a week ago.

Okay, five days ago. Whatever. But remember that book I quoted from? The "eat local" book that talked about asparagus? Sara read my post and sent this email:

Oh Marie - my comment that would be on your blog if blogspot had a
place for me in its heart:

HI MARIE ITS YOUR GOOD FRIEND SARA, I told you to read that book a
million times the second I finished it and you refused. You could have
had this joy a year ago!

Love, Me.

I have this thing where I don't like to read books that people recommend to me. I don't know why. I've probably missed out on a lot of good books that way, particularly considering the number of books that I've finally given in and read and then completely fallen in love with. Oh well.

In other news, it's Tuesday. I had forgotten until Maggie sent me a text message at 7:36 pm saying "Im at your house Glee starts at eight," to which I responded, "omg I completely forgot it was tuesday*."

Other:

Three "words" (did I come up with a better name for these? If so I can't remember, and I can't remember how to spell capcha/captcha/whatever) by Blogger I ran across today:

merversp, datis, and coysec. Ta-da.


Lastly, a message from somebody who gives a crap.

Because David said he hoped that I wouldn't stop writing about him

after he told me he was reading.

Not in a self-centered way of course, but more in an "I want to know what you're honestly thinking" sort of way.

As honest as I can be, anyway, on a blog that I know people I know are reading.


Jr and I are going to RMA this weekend to pick up my couch. This means we'll be staying in the same building as David, and Jr might actually be staying in David's apartment. I'm looking forward to visiting people at RMA, and I am tentatively (with fear and trembling) looking forward to seeing David, but my track record since we broke up hasn't been great. I'm not sure there's been one time that I've seen him since then that I haven't ended up sobbing during or immediately after the visit. I'm not sure there have been more than one or two times that we've talked since then that I haven't cried after (or before) hanging up the phone. Texting seems to be pretty okay, most of the time. The big problem, which becomes bigger in direct proportion to the closeness of our contact (hence texting being relatively okay vs. actual hanging out inducing meltdowns), is that I have a very hard time getting my subconscious mind (and, who am I kidding? Conscious mind too a lot of the time) to accept our not being together. Today I texted, because David occasionally gives/gave me a hard time about being a bad Southerner, "I am eating lima beans of my own free will." David texted back "10 points." It took a lot of doing for me not to text back "Thanks baby."

It's largely that "Thanks baby"-ing, hug-giving, hand-holding, mouth-kissing knee-jerk reaction that gets me into big fucking trouble when I interact with David. I automatically start to react as though we're together, I catch myself, I have to decide whether to go ahead, or attempt to go ahead with whatever I was about to do, and then I implode. Man, it's fantastic.






In other news, this Glee obsession might be getting a little out of hand. That's a complete lie, actually, because it's really not any more out of hand than any other recent obsession, Plants v. Zombies definitely included. Really I'm just wondering whether this will burn out as quickly as most of the others, or whether I'll end up on some teenybopper chat room posting comments like "omg, Puck totally has the best lips of any of the guys on Glee." (He does, by the way.)

As usual, I have forgotten most of what I wanted to say. But the part I remember is that

1. I suddenly realized the other day that I had a dream sometime recently which included the guy who writes a blog I read, and also his wife. Very strange. And sad.

2. I did it. I bought the Glee Soundtrack, Volume 1. The problem came when I realized that there was a fatal flaw in my brilliant plan to load the cd onto my computer while watching Glee on my computer. Perhaps some of you have seen the issue faster than I did: having but one cd/dvd drive in my laptop, it is difficult for my computer (though it is the picture of the Little Laptop That Could) to read a cd and a dvd at the same time.

It's okay, laptop. It's not your fault.

Foods that are delicious when paired with pretty much any other foods:

Raw onions
Garlic*
Ranch dressing
Orange juice



Next topic. Here is what I wrote yesterday.


Today has been long.

Did a fair amount of cooking at work, with plans all the while to run straight from the back door of the shop to my bed, and sleep all day.

But my car inspection went out with April, so I went downtown to my uncle's shop instead, and did some hanging around and some driving around and dropping off and picking up.

Kelly called from our house in the midst of all this to say that my birthday present had arrived and she had come to drop it off.

It was Glee, season 1 volume 1! OH MY GOODNESS.


We watched 3 hours of Glee tonight. No big deal.
     I missed dinner at home. So I made two of the veggie burgers (Morningstar, spicy black bean burgers, oh so good) with pepperjack cheese and raw yellow onion (I love raw onion on, um, almost anything. Is that weird?) for my 10 pm dinner. So delicious.


And walked Miley (she was so good), and wrote a letter to David that I might send sometime in the mail, and tried to put this online and email Jr, but my internet has inexplicably stopped working, so I guess it'll all happen tomorrow. [Edit: that would be now.]


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*I am winning lots of friends here. I can tell.