Even More Randoms

-After a month-or-so hiatus, I've decided to resume my drum practice with Professor Dave (aka drum-teacher soul mate) twice a month. When I expressed my concern to Micah about not really having much of a reason to learn drums (despite the fact that I LOVE playing drums, I just don't know if it'll ever have any practical uses in my life), he quoted some song about how all girls should play drums and have a hobby, or something. So yeah, this is officially my "hobby".

-I'm wearing knee-high fishnets today and I'm so worried about getting in trouble for that at work. I work in a really nice office so I have to cover the tattoo on my leg but I'm SO SICK of wearing tights everyday. So. Sick.

-Items I have checked out at the library:

Oren, Michael B.
Six days of war: June 1967 and the making of the of the modern Middle East

McCarthy, Cormac
The Crossing

Hosseini, Khaled
A Thousand Splendid Suns

-Last night, in lieu of catching up on previous seasons of Mad Men and Weeds (which has been my usual weeknight happenings lately), I filled my night with all sorts of lovely people and things.

As soon as I heard Anh's keys turn in the door I ran downstairs and sat on the bottom step . We talked for a bit and when I excitedly suggested we jam (we have my drum kit and a guitar and amp set up in my bedroom), he quickly concurred. He taught me a couple new beats, and then played along on guitar.

We only played for a bit, as I had plans to meet Alie at the mall at 7:30. I didn't have anything to buy at the mall (in fact, I've vowed lately to stay far away from the damn place) but I Alie and I haven't had a chance to hang out much lately, so I followed her around the mall while we talked and solved each other's problems.

I left her as she was searching for a birthday gift for her new boyfriend (what the hell do you get a new boyfriend, anyway?) and headed to Micah's house. After a glass of wine, some yummy tacos from the nearby taco truck, and a couple shared Twix, we got down to cases. Micah set up a little insulated fort in his living room, surrounding myself, a microphone, and his couch (with another glass of wine thrown in for good measure), and recorded a monologue I wrote.

I intend to submit it to a radio show whose title starts with the word "this" and end with the word "life" and has the name of a country thrown in the middle for good measure. Why not, right? It's a play on my original post for This Recording, which you can read here. I added a few things, including an ending based on my mother's response to the post, which was simply, "I resent that you said I was bitter."

We still have some editing to do...and by "we" I mean "Micah", all I did was sit on the floor and criticize him, and make a lot of inappropriate jokes. My voice sounds very uncharacteristically smooth. Not at all like my lispy, everyday voice. Plus I've been listening to that radio show long enough that I know when to throw in those dramatic pauses and self-reflective rhetorical questions. Wish me luck!

I was probably making a joke about farting when this was taken.