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Name: Guess. Go on. I won't stop you.
Psuedonym: Dagger. Dag, if you like.
Contact: Dagerswift@aol If you can't figure out that a .com goes at the end of that, I probably don't want mail from you anyway. ^_~
I dig: taekwondo; creating/appreciating music, art, or literature; fedoras; the air after a snowfall; good conversation; Indian and middle eastern food; rice; brown paper packages tied up wi- oh, hell.
Sucks to: people who confuse debate with shouting the same opinion/phrase over and over, raw cauliflower, hateful rap/punk/etc., a compulsively fast-paced and unemotional society
Location: the Chicagoland area
the beast what ate me: the book
They give me cardboard box to live in:
Pitas.com
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Wednesday, February 12, 2003
5:04 p.m.
listening to: random rap radio
This entry typed, on-location, in my boyfriend's car on the way back from dinner. Heading back to school now to waste the hour or so until band. Musical practice let out early today, thankfully, so I had the chance to go to dinner with my band buddies. Not really much to say: the day has just been one huge lump of nondescript busy. I wish I could get home to write; there's mythology and sci-fi running rampant in my head. Tuesday, February 11, 2003
8:00 p.m.
listening to: the church choir
Okay, so maybe this is a cheat blog. I'm actually typing into my palm pilot right now (while singing, mostly. yes, mea culpa, mea culpa, I'm being a bad little Catholic), with plans to cut/paste the text into Pitas. Whee, I feel so revolutionary, despite the agonizing slowness of graffiti as compared to an actual keyboard.
Well, life lately has been good. "Oklahoma" continues to be absolutely fantastic, doubly so because I adore singing/speaking in dialect. There's a distinct little joy I get reading my script and seeing "bresh" instead of "brush" and "shore sartin" instead of "sure certain". And joy of joys, I am a National Merit Finalist. All that's left to do now is leverage more money out of colleges. And finish my book. And do my laundy. ^-^;
Maybe I'll actually make a habit of this, or at least until the play ends. Blogging with drastically reduced computer time will be so much easier this way. Thursday, February 6, 2003
09:14 p.m.
listening to: "Independent Rock 'N Roll" -- Common Rotation
[steps up to podium]
[taps microphone twice]
Ahem. BLAUGH.
There. That's out of the way. Well, I've been frighteningly busy since I last blogged. Band has been fast-paced, as always. The school musical tryouts turned out better than I could have ever dreamed: I somehow managed to land the role of Aunt Eller in Oklahoma, going up against some scarily talented people. It's now eaten my life, but I really don't care. It's looking to be great already. As befits my proud Polish heritage, I get to polka, if only briefly. And the role fills me with a giddy, childlike glee.
(All you people who know the musical/movie know what I'm talking about. Power to the weathered, tough old women of the world.)
School. I repeat for the hearing impaired: blaugh. It makes me so happy to be going to college next year.
I am far behind schedule on my book, and plan on cranking out copious amounts of it this weekend.
And . . . that's about all, I guess. Just running as fast as I can, anymore. Poor blog. So neglected. Friday, January 24, 2003
06:49 p.m.
listening to: "Daysleeper" -- Off The Beat
Well, life continues. No more done on my book. Something I fully intend to remedy tonight. Mother is out picking up carry-out Middle Eastern food, maybe I'll be inspired while eating hummus or whatever. Unlikely, but still . . .
<ditz>Tommorow is the Turnabout dance, and I still, like, have totally no idea how I'm going to do my hair. </ditz>
Really, I'm excited. A night of wild, bacchanalian proportions. Or, as close to bacchanalia as Catholic school events get. Perhaps someone will wear a strapless dress. Scandal.
Well, I should probably off. Farscape is on.
Mmm. Dorkdom. Tuesday, January 21, 2003
07:42 p.m.
listening to: "Gotta Knock A Little Harder" -- Cowboy Bebop O.S.T. Future Blues
Today is a Very Happy Day.
My aforementioned Goodwill soundsystem, if any will recal, was without speakers. My boyfriend, noting this, told me he'd 'set me up' with 'some speakers'. Little did I expect the rewired, perfectly functional four speakers that now give my small room an absolutely gorgeous surround-sound ambiance. I've just spent a good hour basking in the 1812 Overture.
The Paper has been vanquished. Complete. Fini. That leaves only The Book (still in early stages) and The Other Book (8 pages and counting), both of which I actually enjoy writing. Wheehee!
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