Every day
All I think about every minute of every day is going home to see if there is a letter from the Elephant. Hurry up and get here.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Being Alive
Somebody, hold me too close
Somebody, hurt me too deep
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive.
Somebody, need me too much
Somebody, know me too well
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love
Somebody, force me to care
Somebody, make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you
To help us survive
Being alive
~Being Alive~Stephen Sondheim
Somebody, hurt me too deep
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive.
Somebody, need me too much
Somebody, know me too well
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love
Somebody, force me to care
Somebody, make me come through
I'll always be there
As frightened as you
To help us survive
Being alive
~Being Alive~Stephen Sondheim
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 11:24 AM
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Monday, November 28, 2005
DG QOTD
Tiffany: I got something for my dad out of this catalogue - guess what it was
DG: a subscription
Tiffany: to a catalogue?
DG: Yeah
DG: I have to go visit Gosia (pronounced GO-sha)
Me: Aww, memoirs of a gosia
DG: *blank stare*
Judy: By unanimous decision we've picked number 4 for our holiday card
DG: Oh, well what else did people vote for?
DG: Why aren't my smiley faces working?
DG: Do we recycle paperclips around here?
DG writes a note to be delivered to one of Michael Jackson's lawyer (a guest in the hotel)
Me: Did you put "ps- billie jean is not my lover"
DG: no, I should have just written: I love driving in my "little red corvette"
dumb girl: did you see the guys dressed up in the continental armystuff? with their cornets
megan: did you say cornets
DG: yes
megan: do you mean bayonets?
DG: they looked like cornets to me
Dumb Girl: How do you spell Massachusetts? I've never actually spelled the whole thing.
DG: what's the word when someone else starts the topic? it was 'blank' by someone
Judy: initiated?
DG: what's the word when you have pictures that could get you in trouble?
Vanessa: Mary doesn't strike me as a person who forwards cat emails
Megan: no, she strikes me as the type to turn her cat into a sweater
10 Minutes Later...
Megan: DG, it's Mary Donovan on the phone for you.
DG: Who?
Megan: Mary Donovan. You may remember her from such conversations as: the cat sweater.
DG: I am not sure if this is a real pocket or not
Dumb Girl: question: how do you spell ho?
Vanessa: what do you mean
DG: like pimps and hosVanessa: it's slang, so it's just h-o
DUMBGIRL (shockingly): Huh! Sheraton Framingham has the same hold music as us!
Dumb Girl: Which is bigger, kilometers or miles?
DG: what are those mountains called? The ones in upstate new york?
Dumb Girl: What is Roshoshana
Dumb Girl: What is E-S-Q?
Megan: did it implode
Dumb Girl: i don't know what that means
Dumb Girl: Is the Fogg Museum part of Harvard Law?
DG: a subscription
Tiffany: to a catalogue?
DG: Yeah
DG: I have to go visit Gosia (pronounced GO-sha)
Me: Aww, memoirs of a gosia
DG: *blank stare*
Judy: By unanimous decision we've picked number 4 for our holiday card
DG: Oh, well what else did people vote for?
DG: Why aren't my smiley faces working?
DG: Do we recycle paperclips around here?
DG writes a note to be delivered to one of Michael Jackson's lawyer (a guest in the hotel)
Me: Did you put "ps- billie jean is not my lover"
DG: no, I should have just written: I love driving in my "little red corvette"
dumb girl: did you see the guys dressed up in the continental armystuff? with their cornets
megan: did you say cornets
DG: yes
megan: do you mean bayonets?
DG: they looked like cornets to me
Dumb Girl: How do you spell Massachusetts? I've never actually spelled the whole thing.
DG: what's the word when someone else starts the topic? it was 'blank' by someone
Judy: initiated?
DG: what's the word when you have pictures that could get you in trouble?
Vanessa: Mary doesn't strike me as a person who forwards cat emails
Megan: no, she strikes me as the type to turn her cat into a sweater
10 Minutes Later...
Megan: DG, it's Mary Donovan on the phone for you.
DG: Who?
Megan: Mary Donovan. You may remember her from such conversations as: the cat sweater.
DG: I am not sure if this is a real pocket or not
Dumb Girl: question: how do you spell ho?
Vanessa: what do you mean
DG: like pimps and hosVanessa: it's slang, so it's just h-o
DUMBGIRL (shockingly): Huh! Sheraton Framingham has the same hold music as us!
Dumb Girl: Which is bigger, kilometers or miles?
DG: what are those mountains called? The ones in upstate new york?
Dumb Girl: What is Roshoshana
Dumb Girl: What is E-S-Q?
Megan: did it implode
Dumb Girl: i don't know what that means
Dumb Girl: Is the Fogg Museum part of Harvard Law?
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Monday, November 21, 2005
Washington, DC
What a great trip... I am fairly certain I accomplished the primary mission of going down there. I will report more on this after I find out for sure.
On the metro heading to the hotel Dan and I were lucky enough to sit in front of the token metro singer. He was listening to his headphones but serenading the whole train car with his throaty renditions of debbie gibson tunes - or even better... random Rick James sounding songs or perhaps some weird love child of Ray Charles and Prince (formerly known as a symbol of a prince). Either way, this man was putting smiles on faces of children of all ages. He sang a rousing rendition of a song I will title "front and back" the lyrics contained three words and were strung together artistically: front and back and back and front. Perhaps he was listening to the audio of a Richard Simmons workout tape? Either way Dan and I, who had been traveling for most the day, found this man to be quite funny and we kept tossing knowing glances at each other thinking "we're gonna make fun of this guy as soon as we get off this train." Then to make matters funnier... a lady got on wearing a bird's nest hat. I could only find an image on the internet that was similar... so here you go:
On the metro heading to the hotel Dan and I were lucky enough to sit in front of the token metro singer. He was listening to his headphones but serenading the whole train car with his throaty renditions of debbie gibson tunes - or even better... random Rick James sounding songs or perhaps some weird love child of Ray Charles and Prince (formerly known as a symbol of a prince). Either way, this man was putting smiles on faces of children of all ages. He sang a rousing rendition of a song I will title "front and back" the lyrics contained three words and were strung together artistically: front and back and back and front. Perhaps he was listening to the audio of a Richard Simmons workout tape? Either way Dan and I, who had been traveling for most the day, found this man to be quite funny and we kept tossing knowing glances at each other thinking "we're gonna make fun of this guy as soon as we get off this train." Then to make matters funnier... a lady got on wearing a bird's nest hat. I could only find an image on the internet that was similar... so here you go:
After I took care of business, we headed to Metro Center to meet up with Dan's older brother, Brian and his girlfriend. After dinner, Da
n and I headed out into the city to walk around and see the sights. We walked over by the Smithsonian, near the Capitol Building, and over to the Washington Monument... beyond that we went to the new World War II Memorial. It was very nice to do all of that by moonlight. It was a good walk and a beautiful night to be surrounded by all the history. Dan and I both made wishes into the fountain at the WWII Memorial, and then two feet later saw the sign that said "coins damage fountains" - I really feel if you're going to put a fountain you should make it coin resistant.
Saturday morning I woke up and walked over to the Hirshhorn sculpture park while silly sleepy was still in bed. I wondered around there for a while. After checking out of the hotel and into the Westin Grand, we headed over to check-out the International Spy Museum... but it was sold out. We wandered passed the White House and a good many monetary institutions as well. We ended up at the Hirshhorn Museum of Art... we got there so late in the afternoon we didn't have to pay, so that was fun.
Later that night, We 
cabbed ourselves over to the 9:30 Club where we met up with Brian and his roommates to take in the jam band: Galactic. It was a ton of fun. I am not one for jam bands, but the atmosphere was good and the five part horn section that cameoed was hot. Highlights of the evening included Dan's brother dancing with me, me and Dan singing "new orleans under water," the awesome horn section, and the most schwasted I've ever seen the sunshine of my life. When we got back to the hotel around 2:30 in the morning, Dan mistakenly ripped the phone off the bathroom wall. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Luckily we were able to plug it back in the wall. Please note this was not an act of violence, just an act of good humor.
It was a great weekend. Business and pleasure both taken care of very neatly in a 72 hour period. It was awesome to be in DC since I haven't been there in ten or so years. I certainly wouldn't mind making it my home.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
It's about Pride
I am almost afraid to invite my friends and family to my choir concert this December. We have just two rehearsals left before we stand on stage and perform a myriad of songs that we hardly know. I love to sing, I have been in choirs for my whole life, and I can't tell you how frightened I am to dawn my black skirt and white blouse and sing. It's not as though I haven't been diligent about attending rehearsals and even practiced some of the songs on my own with my keyboard. But last night was just a nightmare. Working backward through the program, we squawked our way through several Christmas songs. At one point, our director said, "well, just do your best to sing a note in the chord so it doesn't sound totally wrong." Two rehearsals left. Later, Zach looks at me, as we're taking out Silver Bells and says, "Silver Bells? I don't even have the music for that- I didn't even know we were singing it." Two rehearsals left.
Then, if to make matters worse, our director scrambles us. "Go stand next to someone who is singing a different part." Now at least when you're in four sections each section generally stays together... If they make a mistake it is usually as a collective. All of a sudden we are forty people standing alone trying to sing a song that has two words: Alleluiah & Amen... Good luck finding your place if you get lost during this song.
Be it funny or sad our soloist sang his 'cantor' portion of one of the Jewish pieces for the first time. This was so hurtful to my ears that I actually had to stab Zach's leg and grimace while he sang. I wouldn't describe it as 'bad' more like 'awful' or 'worse than William Hung.' Doug was out of the room during this interesting musical interpretation of the song... When he came back in I mouthed the words "you missed it" and he mouthed back "oh, I heard it." Zach commented that he was glad he didn't audition for the solo and get turned down because his particular singer "nailed" it. I wonder if he nailed something else to earn the solo.
In other news, ticket prices for our concert have increased to $10. I am wondering really why we are making people pay to hear us. I don't even want to listen to us for free... And I certainly wouldn't pay for this. Granted, we have two rehearsals, and if David stops spending thirty minutes rearranging us, talking about whether we're singing the repeat piano or metzo forte, and asking who is singing the middle part - we might be okay.
Anyway - I hope to see you all on December 3rd at 7:00 pm at The North Prospect Church right by Porter Square on Mass Ave... it'll be great - promise.
Then, if to make matters worse, our director scrambles us. "Go stand next to someone who is singing a different part." Now at least when you're in four sections each section generally stays together... If they make a mistake it is usually as a collective. All of a sudden we are forty people standing alone trying to sing a song that has two words: Alleluiah & Amen... Good luck finding your place if you get lost during this song.
Be it funny or sad our soloist sang his 'cantor' portion of one of the Jewish pieces for the first time. This was so hurtful to my ears that I actually had to stab Zach's leg and grimace while he sang. I wouldn't describe it as 'bad' more like 'awful' or 'worse than William Hung.' Doug was out of the room during this interesting musical interpretation of the song... When he came back in I mouthed the words "you missed it" and he mouthed back "oh, I heard it." Zach commented that he was glad he didn't audition for the solo and get turned down because his particular singer "nailed" it. I wonder if he nailed something else to earn the solo.
In other news, ticket prices for our concert have increased to $10. I am wondering really why we are making people pay to hear us. I don't even want to listen to us for free... And I certainly wouldn't pay for this. Granted, we have two rehearsals, and if David stops spending thirty minutes rearranging us, talking about whether we're singing the repeat piano or metzo forte, and asking who is singing the middle part - we might be okay.
Anyway - I hope to see you all on December 3rd at 7:00 pm at The North Prospect Church right by Porter Square on Mass Ave... it'll be great - promise.
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Monday, November 14, 2005
Homecoming 05
Graduate away for to stay a little while,
But homecomin' back if we go ten thousand miles.
Too drunk to tie my shoes
Too drunk to glove your hands
Not too drunk to kiss your ruby lips when you come back
~paying homage to WoCho
But homecomin' back if we go ten thousand miles.
Too drunk to tie my shoes
Too drunk to glove your hands
Not too drunk to kiss your ruby lips when you come back
~paying homage to WoCho
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Thursday, November 10, 2005
Client Quote of the Day
From an email I recieved today:
I mis-spelled the name in room 7...its not Mellissa Ventura, its Mellisa Sanchez.
I mis-spelled the name in room 7...its not Mellissa Ventura, its Mellisa Sanchez.
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Dear People Who Put Halloween Costumes on Their Dogs,
You're Mental
No love,
Me
You're Mental
No love,
Me
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Rare Glimpse of Truth
Subject: Custody Case Syracuse, NY (AP) - A seven-year-old boy was at the center of a Syracuse City courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy had a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. After two recesses to check legal references and confer with Child Welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Syracuse Football Orangemen, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone.
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 10:54 AM
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Given It Up
I'm trying to decide between mind and my attitude
I'm giving up the things I wanna be me and be not like you
Shy nervous and quiet sitting in the corner that's no longer me
You wanna figure out this kid then you'll just have to see
I said I'm giving up, I'm giving up what I used to be
This time I'm clean
this time I just don't give a care
A whole new scene
this life I live this time must be fair
Had 18 years at 19 I began again
This time no fears don't ask me why I told you when
Cause to reach the top of which I lay my hope
My true friends knock to make sure I don't choke
One day we'll all make it through just fine
Those days we'll all make up for wasted time
What I was
To what I am
To what one day I might turn out to be
~Big D and the Kids Table (Given it Up)
I'm giving up the things I wanna be me and be not like you
Shy nervous and quiet sitting in the corner that's no longer me
You wanna figure out this kid then you'll just have to see
I said I'm giving up, I'm giving up what I used to be
This time I'm clean
this time I just don't give a care
A whole new scene
this life I live this time must be fair
Had 18 years at 19 I began again
This time no fears don't ask me why I told you when
Cause to reach the top of which I lay my hope
My true friends knock to make sure I don't choke
One day we'll all make it through just fine
Those days we'll all make up for wasted time
What I was
To what I am
To what one day I might turn out to be
~Big D and the Kids Table (Given it Up)
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 10:40 AM
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The Trouble with The World Today (It seems to me)
The cyclical nature of liberal thinking.
Thought 1: "Gas prices are so high, this is all Bush's fault"
Thought 2: "I love nature, I don't want Bush to drill for oil in Alaska"
Thought 3: "I need a new car, I am buying an SUV"
Thought 1: "Gas prices are so high, this is all Bush's fault"
Thought 2: "I love nature, I don't want Bush to drill for oil in Alaska"
Thought 3: "I need a new car, I am buying an SUV"
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