I have determined that I have the most eclectic music tastes in the world. I mean, who the hell listens to Saints by Yuki Kajiura, then Hot Air Balloon by Owl City, then Blow My Whistle Bitch by Alligator Project, and finally I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by Kay Starr? Who, I ask you?

Also, I've been reading Good Omens. It's a freaking wonderful book. Momma thinks I'm mental from all the times she's heard me cackling in my room about some line or other. Sometimes it's days before I can stop laughing. This might be a problem.

Speaking of problems, my corramn pocketwatch has not yet arrived. We ordered it offa ebay, like, a week and change ago, and I've neither hide nor hair (nor anything a pocketwatch is actually EQUIPPED with) of it. This makes me a sad/angry panda. And angry pandas can fuck you up with one paw, man. Just BAM! you're dead. Totally.

Okay, that's not what I meant to say. What I meant to say was, speaking of problems, something's funky with my gallbladder... or my liver... or my pancreas. Or one of those internal organs. There are so many of them, you see. Anyway, I've had this annoying-as-all-hell and decidedly painful stomach problem that surfaces every so often (along with my lunch whenever this happens) and has done so for the last three years or so. It was only this last Friday that I got pushed into making an appointment to talk to somebody about it. Hey, I procrastinate. Don't judge, y'all. Anyway, Dr. LeHew wasn't sure just what the crap it was, so she took some blood (eeeurgh, needles) and told me I'd be getting an Ultrasound. See, when people hear 'ultrasound' they automatically think 'regnant', so let's clear this up right now. THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'M PREGNANT. Honestly, this thing has been going on for three years. If I were pregnant, I think I would've known quite some time ago. But yeah. That appointment is this Thursday. No needles, far as I know. Good for me. 'Course, the curse'll come back, meaning that they'll probably find something else that's horribly wrong with me what needs a sharp and painful fix RIGHT AWAY. Eeurgh.

Also, all mosquitoes need to die. Painfully, if possible.

I want to audition for So You Think You Can Prance - er, Dance - sometime next year. If I can. I really think I could get some positive feedback, even if I suck ass, which is more likely than anything else. I'm also something of a one-trick pony in that I only do ballet. I've got very little jazz training, and jack in every other dance style known to man. Well, woman. *le sigh* I wonder if people are gonna be all critical and mean just because of that. I really hope not. I'm good at picking up choreography, at least. Chalk one up for Auntie.

Boo.

Hope your day's been going well. Mine's been trying. I don't want to write about it, so I'm going to sleep. Mmmmmm, sleep. That sounds bloody well fantastic right now. Toodle-oo.

Kisses,

B