Sigh...

Turns out, all I need to do to feel better about having negative feelings about something is to write/type it out. Once I've gotten most of what's on my mind out...and reread it...I'm far less inclined to post it and have the responsibility of standing behind it. Perhaps it's just energy that needs to pass through...and doesn't really live in me...

WINter

Cold, foggy morning = day-long fire. I love my house-family. And my life. And all that.

"Try not to give in to astonishment."
(I'll have to work on that one.)

Ice Cream Ideas

Flavors:
Apricot Sage
Lemon Ginger
Mojito (Lime/Mint) (sorbet?)
Blueberry Lavender
Coffee with Chocolate-Covered Espresso Beans (from Dilettante)
Pumpkin Ginger/Pumpkin Gingersnap
Rosemary Berry (with raspberry, marionberry, blackberry)
Heirloom Tomato/Sweet Tomato (srsly)
Amaretto (as in Amaretti di Saronno)
Fig
Chocolate Cinnamon
Chocolate Lavender
Green Tea & Mango
Papaya
Pistachio
Pine Nut
Mole?
Honey Yogurt
Honey Walnut/Honey Pistachio
Turkish Delight (Rose)
Fennel? (maybe with an accompanying flavor?)
Almond Cranberry
Fruit & Cheese (pear/cheddar...melon/feta...berry/mascarpone...)
Apple Cider
Beet

Etc:
Chocolate-dipped cones (dark, milk, white)
Chocolate Truffle ice cream with sea salt-dipped cone (like a dessert margarita)
Fresh Panna
Ice Cream Sandwiches with Gingersnap Cookies & Pumpkin Ice Cream
Ice Cream Sandwiches with Gingersnap Cookies & Lemon Ice Cream

Alchera

I love my reality.

When I start really writing songs (with words 'n' shit), they're going to be amazing.

I love Ani Difranco.

Oh, yeah! Halloween!

I dressed up as...


Karen O. Big surprise, right? I wish I'd been able to go to some killer party, but whatevs. Work was fun. Just being on Broadway was fun, really. People get so crazy on Halloween (especially on Broadway)...it makes me wish we had a dress-up holiday more than just once a year.

Word.

I just got myself a Netflix account. There are too many movies I missed during my sheltered upbringing, and too many current movies and shows I haven't seen for whatever reasons (i.e. no money for the theater, no money for cable). So I've started building up my queue on Netflix, and it's already 35-strong, just with movies I could think of off the top of my head and other related movies Netflix recommended me. I'm not sure I'll ever finish adding to my list, let alone finish watching everything, but at least I'm making progress.

The L Word, season 1, is at the top of my list right now, and I'm already 2 1/2 discs through it. It's so exciting to have new TV friends! (Also, kind of depressing, I know.) Espeically since we've been 2 weeks without a new episode of Glee.

I'm craving a cafe like The Planet to go to and gossip with Dana and Alice and Shane (left, center, and right, respectively). Especially Shane. That girl oozes sex.

But anyway...I hear that after season 1, the show kind of went downhill, which is unfortunate. Hopefully it won't be too bad.

(P.S. Laurel, this show is almost making me reconsider my opinion about L.A. Almost.)

Guh...update.

I've started cooking at work--finally--and I'm slowly but surely getting the hang of it. I miss working night shifts, though. And I hate having Sundays and Mondays off. Annnd...my back hurts. But I got a massage a week or two ago from a coworker who's training to be a massage therapist, and it was intense (in a mostly good way). I've never had a deep tissue massage, or any kind of professional massage, for that matter. I thought it might be a weird experience, since I was practically naked (under the sheet, of course), and we're still at that odd point in a coworker relationship where you know each other well enough to joke comfortably, but you're not close friends, by any means. To my pleasant surprise, he was totally professional (almost opposite his usual demeaner at Pagliacci) and it wasn't strange or awkward or uncomfortable at all. Plus...it was free. And there are few things better than a free massage.

Even though winter quarter doesn't start for another 76 days, I'm so excited that I'm...well...counting the days. Obviously. I went up to the UW campus yesterday to meet up with Rachael (which was an awesome experience in itself, since we haven't hung out in months), and while I still don't enjoy the massive student body, or its composure of thousands of the Those Kind of People [arms flailing], it'll be so good to go somewhere other than Pagliacci. It'll be good to go somewhere other than Broadway, even. Guh.

In the nearer future, Laurel is visiting this weekend, and I'm more excited for her physical presence than I am for the Ani Difranco show we're attending, which was the original reason for her visit. Much adventure will be had!