there's only room for you in your world
Dec. 6th, 2001 11:25 amall of you [ i mean all three of you...] who have been waiting for something new from imogen heap, check this out. there's no actual info i can see, but it's immy and some guy named guy and the sound clip is yummy.
moving on...
jaeysin pulled off the installation with a couple of hitches, but it all sounded fabulous, and there was a pretty decent turn out. half the slides i shot didn't come out [grumble] but the ones that did look great. can't wait til he gets that slide scanner working.
today is thursday, and i feel like death. went to bed reasonably early, thinking it would make me all better, but when my mother woke me to ask what time i had work, i could hardly speak, yet still managed to ask her to call in for me, for i am, alas, sick. i feel like such a flake, today is the last day of photo before the critique. and work, well. i asked for a couple of hours off at the end of my shift so i could go to Davis to see Cake tonite, and i got a big, shakey "maybe." so now it looks like i've blown off the whole work thing alltogether for the sake of having fun. which, i guess, is not entirely far from the truth. will i still go to the show? of fucking course. i've been looking forward to this for a whole week! [hah. okay. that was my sleepysicklame attempt at sounding excited. and fifteen.] with exclamation points and such. the eels were really good, but cake rocks like socks [ <3 cory ] and have a;ways been the greatest show whenever i've gone to see them. tonite, admist all the sneezing and nose-blowing, will be dance party usa with my favorite boy ever. and tim. rawk? rawk.
[a word of warning, favorite boy ever: you are required to have fun. you must dance. that it all.]
god.
i feel like hell.
moving on...
jaeysin pulled off the installation with a couple of hitches, but it all sounded fabulous, and there was a pretty decent turn out. half the slides i shot didn't come out [grumble] but the ones that did look great. can't wait til he gets that slide scanner working.
today is thursday, and i feel like death. went to bed reasonably early, thinking it would make me all better, but when my mother woke me to ask what time i had work, i could hardly speak, yet still managed to ask her to call in for me, for i am, alas, sick. i feel like such a flake, today is the last day of photo before the critique. and work, well. i asked for a couple of hours off at the end of my shift so i could go to Davis to see Cake tonite, and i got a big, shakey "maybe." so now it looks like i've blown off the whole work thing alltogether for the sake of having fun. which, i guess, is not entirely far from the truth. will i still go to the show? of fucking course. i've been looking forward to this for a whole week! [hah. okay. that was my sleepysicklame attempt at sounding excited. and fifteen.] with exclamation points and such. the eels were really good, but cake rocks like socks [ <3 cory ] and have a;ways been the greatest show whenever i've gone to see them. tonite, admist all the sneezing and nose-blowing, will be dance party usa with my favorite boy ever. and tim. rawk? rawk.
[a word of warning, favorite boy ever: you are required to have fun. you must dance. that it all.]
god.
i feel like hell.