There's a hole in my head...

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telepwen gave me a lock of her hair before she left, so I returned the gift. Still painfully aware of where I took it from, even if it was relatively unobtrusive, still wibbling at the short ends. I'm terribly protective of my hair--that's the most that has come off it since I was twelve, and the cutting when I was twelve was under duress. It's my great vanity--long and wavy and golden-red--and I'm still, for whatever reason, in deep contemplation of what it means that I gave some of it to her and what it means to have a lock that's barely long enough to put up.

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I only practiced three hours today, and barely anything the two days before. Far, far, far too little. Tomorrow is going to be hell, and I think I may skip 3D the next day if possible to have the afternoon to recover and, well, practice. I'm only just starting to learn the overture, and the performance is this weekend.

On the other hand, I'm starting to fall in love with some of these songs. Particularly Sunday. There's one part of it that gives me the chills. Forever... And I've discovered there are some I can sing along with while playing, which is tremendous fun, and makes me feel terribly proud that I can play and sing Sondheim at the same time. *preens*

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Got the living daylights scared out of me earlier tonight. Was wandering about off the end of the world (what Benningtonions call a large rolling field that stretches away from one side of campus) after dark and talking to myself, because I absolutely love doing so. And then, abruptly, from the side of the field away from campus, I hear a loud snuffling sound, like some large creature breathing heavily. Then again. I don't think I even paused before I wheeled around and tore back to campus--heard it a few more times behind me. Meeeeeeeeeeeep!

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Shifted recently, and it was different from ever before, and I know things I never did before; and shifted with somebody else, which I haven't done since I was fourteen or so. She could see my wolf, she said, see her in my eyes, and she called her beautiful; nobody else ever has, ever could. I am lonely now with everyone but her.


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Created pentagram with rope on Tiffigoth's chest, and there were many other fun things done as well. Don't want to go too TMI, but...

telepwen's present to me was two spools of black ribbon. Some of you will get that. One of you will *really* get that. Got too caught up in other possibilities to use it yet, tho...

*waves camera*

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Should stop with the long rambly LJ entries, because I'm sure I'm boring you all to death--certainly am judging by the comments. And this is only a quarter of what I could, might say. But I should sleep soon. Need to be awake early tomorrow morning to start practicing as soon as possible. Then meet with singers, then eat lunch, then practice, then meet with musical supervisor, then practice, then eat dinner, then meet with singers and musical supervisor, then rehearse more, then go to sleep.

Also just found out that the next workshop date for my novel is a week from now. Monday. Less than twenty-four hours after the second performance of the show. I really, really don't want to have to pull another all-nighter, because I won't be able to heal it any time soon and it really fucks with me. But there's no way I'll be able to do anything before Sunday evening. *panics*

As you might guess, any prods for fic within the next week will be met with a cold stare if I'm in a good mood and a Crucio if I'm not. :P

Time to finally post this sucker. *facepalms*

Comments

[mattador.livejournal.com]

Bored? Not at all, I very much enjoy your posts. I'm just caught up with finals these days and comment little on anyone's journals. rest assured, they are being read and appreciated. And I'll start commenting more once my next paper goes away.

[biichan.livejournal.com]

You'll be cursing yourself for the sentimental gesture years down the road when that stupid short strand of hair keeps wrecking every style you put your hair into.

Spoken as one who did the same thing at the age of sixteen.

[mctabby.livejournal.com]

Moral of the story: if you must give a lock of hair as a keepsake, make sure it's pubic hair.

*runs away*

[telepwen.livejournal.com]

::contemplates this:: Yeah, M'lah! Where's the lock of pubic hair?

[telepwen.livejournal.com]

Hey, Biichan, don't make her feel bad! I guard every one of those strands with my life! (Except the ones I sold to the voodoo man...)

And I clipped mine from the front. It shows. But I'm OK with that. Because it reminds me of her. And I'm not so lonely anymore.

[saurencaerthai.livejournal.com]

"I only practiced three hours today"

Lucky!
Lucky Lucky Lucky!

I wish people here would tolerate me 3+ hours....

[saurencaerthai.livejournal.com]

"I only practiced three hours today"

Lucky!
Lucky Lucky Lucky!

I wish people here would tolerate me 3+ hours....