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I hurt like whoa below the knees. D: But for a very good reason, so I'm not complaining too hard.

Today was kind of eh. I got a couple of minor things done, made no progress on bigger things. Eh, you can't win all the time, you know? lol. But I did get the two things I definitely wanted to get done today finished, namely burn copies of some CDs for Dad and get/install the replacement shower head in the third floor bathroom. I can has showers that don't spray all four bathroom walls again! lol. Seriously, that shit was a pain in the ass. And yes, we have a curtain... it should tell you something that 360 degree sprayage was still happening.

I like fixing things, by the way. There is something deeply satisfying about marching through the house with the corpse of the broken shower hose clutched in one hand and a pipe wrench raised in fierce triumph. That and no lie, the part of me that will always be The Youngest Child lives for getting that look from Dad. You know the one - it lives somewhere between confusion, amusement, pride, and "damn kids, get off my lawn."

But yeah, other than that, not really productive. And my abdomen is saying AND NOW FOR THE BLACCUWEATHER FORCAST, UTERUS? and my uterus obediently responds with ITS GON' RAIN! Except like all meteorologists, it lies. I've got the mood wonks and the bloat; the least I could get is something a little darker than pink? *sigh* Oh well. It'll happen eventually. Meantime I gotta deal with the fact that I'm a little hypersensitive right now - between a really sweet comment in kjpepper and an upsetting conversation with booboo_berr about things that will or won't be achieved in our lifetimes, I had an hour or so of wondrous emo this afternoon... one that probably would have escalated into full blown sulk had I not had a dinner date with Tash&Winnie*. That turned out to be most excellent - we had dinner at the Grand Canyon on 7th Ave (notes to all interested parties - their veggie burgers are apparently excellent and their beef burgers are pretty superfantastic as well), followed by a prolonged wander through Park Slope and Prospect Park. Hence the feet killing me, lol. Still I always love seeing them... and I always forget that even though they only visited the Valley twice (Tash maybe three times) THEY REMEMBER EVERYBODY. Makes the mad gossipzorz easier, lol. Anyway, the walk was pretty fantastic, on up to accidentally stumbling onto the set of A Couple of Dicks (according to imdb, it's the next Kevin Smith movie) which is filming at the Boathouse. I'll have to see that one just to see if I can see us in the background somewhere. Also watersliding turtles for the win. I'll see if I can post the pic later.

I'm kind of idly turning over something in my head... I don't know, Tash is probably my oldest friend next to harinezumi, even with the occasional years long gaps in correspondence. But yeah, I would say she knows me pretty well. Today both she and Winnie pointed out that I seem more like myself circa college, or maybe slightly before: happier, creative, calmer. Have I really changed that much in the past little while? I mean, I'm still pretty stressed, but definitely about less things, I suppose thats something. But yeah, they said it seemed like before I had all the life sucked out of me somehow, and now I seem better. Had it really been that bad? I still can't tell from here - things are only just now getting that special patina of "TEH PAST." I don't think I'm distanced enough from any of it to really say "No, I really am happier." Especially now, since I'm still technically all betwixt and between really. But more people are telling me I seem happy these days, which is odd. I don't see it a lot of the time, but then again i tend to be caught up in my own head so much that I can't see past the end of my nose, so maybe I'm not really the best person to judge. Maybe I am happier? Or, wait, "happier" isn't the right word, that's why it feels a little off. Maybe what I'm feeling is truer to myself than I was. I still have a ways to go in terms of sticking to my guns and not letting other people put an oar in, so to speak. I'm also still struggling with a few things in terms of things I'd like to do in this lifetime, hence the sulk over the conversation earlier. But... I guess I don't feel quite so lost, and that is a big something. I feel like I'm pointed in more or less the right direction, now all I really need to do is buckle down and get where I'm supposed to go. Sometime this decade might be nice, but that's a question of focus and determination more than anything else. I'll get there.

Well... time to actually use the shower I just fixed. Damn summer and its necessitating of twice daily showers. Then to finish up watching Evita... *chuckle* yet another one of those musicals that was omnipresent growing up and yet I'd never been able to put into context until I caught the movies. Which in Evita is a crying shame, really. Madonna did put her heart and soul into this movie; I thought she put in a pretty credible performance, and Antonio Bandaras can really do no wrong (well, okay, except for Ballistic, Ecks vs. Sever, but come on, we all make mistakes) but sadly in terms of singing ability, they just aren't Patti LuPone and Mandy Patinkin. The original Broadway cast recording is kind of stamped onto my psyche, and Madonna and Antonio don't really have voices powerful enough to carry their roles, even with the updated arrangements. Ehh. Still. I'm enjoying it, and shamelessly singing along. There's something to be said for watching that sort of movie by yourself: no one's gonna give you shit for knowing every word, lol.

*not that Winnie, before you ask. Different Winnie.

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[austingoddess.livejournal.com]

And my abdomen is saying AND NOW FOR THE BLACCUWEATHER FORCAST, UTERUS? and my uterus obediently responds with ITS GON' RAIN! Except like all meteorologists, it lies.

I'm so metaquoting this.

Me, I think Evita was Madonna's best acting job ever, which isn't necessarily saying a lot, but she was made for the role, ya know? And ain't nobody can be Mandy Patinkin, so no use of Antonio even being compared to him. Antonio was still excellent.
But don't get me started on comparing HBC to Angela Lansbury.

[bottledgoose.livejournal.com]

Lolz, you're getting butthurt for forgetting the context line. Actually, you don't have to put it in if its a public post, which this is, so lol.

[austingoddess.livejournal.com]

My bad. :) I don't often have occasion to metaquote someone. When I do, it's almost always you or Bon. :)