juldea: (hold me!)
It's hard to figure out how to start this post. So I'll go with the trite and simple: today something momentous happened to me. It was a fairly normal day as far as actual events go, but as far as me internally, this day needs a big black X on the calendar. I don't know if relating it will make sense to anyone else, but here we go:

My Sunday D&D game ended early, meaning I could show up to [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots's a cappella group's concert only a little bit late instead of missing most if not all of it. I got there about 30-45 minutes in. There was a song or two, and then two of the members, the lead female and the only male, stood up front and announced, "This song is about the future," and began singing.

It's hard to describe the next few minutes. At some point early on I realized there were tears running down my face. Someone took me and who I am and my hopes and dreams and worldview and understood it all and wrote it into a song. I write and erase over and over here, and maybe I should just stop there with that description and link you to the song.

http://adapalmer.com/sassafrass/somebodywill.html

When the song ended and I had dried off my tears, I turned to usernamenumber and said, "Well, I'm done." I consider the $14 I paid to get into that concert to solely to be paid for that song. (I still stayed for the rest of the concert, and it was pretty awesome stuff, but I had been put through the wringer by that track and nothing else got as close.) When the show ended, I checked their CD's tracklist, saw the song on it, and ran out of the venue to find an ATM so that I could have cash to purchase the CD. After I returned, I found out from [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots that the female vocalist of that performance was the one who wrote the song. I approached her. I told her that the nearly-$30 I had just spent I considered solely for the purpose of that song, and that it was not nearly enough in comparison to what that song existing means to me. She responded immediately with, "Would you like the sheet music?" So now I have the arrangement for alto and tenor. Just... bampf.

I am sad to find that the album cut is a solo version and not as powerful as the live duet, but I can still sing along to it, and with the music and Ada's blessing I can take it and make it my own, and I am a different person for having this opportunity.

So that's what happened to me today.
juldea: (hold me!)
It's hard to figure out how to start this post. So I'll go with the trite and simple: today something momentous happened to me. It was a fairly normal day as far as actual events go, but as far as me internally, this day needs a big black X on the calendar. I don't know if relating it will make sense to anyone else, but here we go:

My Sunday D&D game ended early, meaning I could show up to [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots's a cappella group's concert only a little bit late instead of missing most if not all of it. I got there about 30-45 minutes in. There was a song or two, and then two of the members, the lead female and the only male, stood up front and announced, "This song is about the future," and began singing.

It's hard to describe the next few minutes. At some point early on I realized there were tears running down my face. Someone took me and who I am and my hopes and dreams and worldview and understood it all and wrote it into a song. I write and erase over and over here, and maybe I should just stop there with that description and link you to the song.

http://adapalmer.com/sassafrass/somebodywill.html

When the song ended and I had dried off my tears, I turned to usernamenumber and said, "Well, I'm done." I consider the $14 I paid to get into that concert to solely to be paid for that song. (I still stayed for the rest of the concert, and it was pretty awesome stuff, but I had been put through the wringer by that track and nothing else got as close.) When the show ended, I checked their CD's tracklist, saw the song on it, and ran out of the venue to find an ATM so that I could have cash to purchase the CD. After I returned, I found out from [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots that the female vocalist of that performance was the one who wrote the song. I approached her. I told her that the nearly-$30 I had just spent I considered solely for the purpose of that song, and that it was not nearly enough in comparison to what that song existing means to me. She responded immediately with, "Would you like the sheet music?" So now I have the arrangement for alto and tenor. Just... bampf.

I am sad to find that the album cut is a solo version and not as powerful as the live duet, but I can still sing along to it, and with the music and Ada's blessing I can take it and make it my own, and I am a different person for having this opportunity.

So that's what happened to me today.
juldea: (Default)
londo's gone with the last of his stuff.
juldea: (Default)
londo's gone with the last of his stuff.
juldea: (Default)
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I'm Willow.

Wow. "Sorry" doesn't even begin to cut it, does it?

The only, only shred of hope I can find here is that she was eventually forgiven.

So that's what I've got. A TV show plot, a thin shred of hope, and repentance.
juldea: (Default)
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I'm Willow.

Wow. "Sorry" doesn't even begin to cut it, does it?

The only, only shred of hope I can find here is that she was eventually forgiven.

So that's what I've got. A TV show plot, a thin shred of hope, and repentance.
juldea: (sleepy catball)
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Turns out, no matter how much you want to change and wish them back, sometimes you can just make too many mistakes.
juldea: (sleepy catball)
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Turns out, no matter how much you want to change and wish them back, sometimes you can just make too many mistakes.
juldea: (braid)
This was an amazing Arisia.

I didn't have a night I got to bed before 5, and each morning I had to start my staff shift at 9. A couple of naps Saturday and Sunday evenings supplimented. Glad I'm not driving or operating heavy machinery today.

I didn't go to a single panel. I went to movies and dances, circus performances, and my own performance with Second Shift. I reconnected with old friends and connected for the first time with new ones.

More later as I decompress and discuss. <3
juldea: (braid)
This was an amazing Arisia.

I didn't have a night I got to bed before 5, and each morning I had to start my staff shift at 9. A couple of naps Saturday and Sunday evenings supplimented. Glad I'm not driving or operating heavy machinery today.

I didn't go to a single panel. I went to movies and dances, circus performances, and my own performance with Second Shift. I reconnected with old friends and connected for the first time with new ones.

More later as I decompress and discuss. <3
juldea: (hold me!)
Tonight I decided to go walk the Cambridgeside Galleria and maybe get some Christmas shopping done. As I walked around a corner of the second floor, I pretty much walked into a display for one of the jewelry stores that was having a going-out-of-business sale, selling everything for 70-80% off. I oohed and aahed over many things, and kept an eye out for gifts, but what I noticed most were strands of pearls. I had been outright telling londo that I wanted pearl jewelry as a gift for at least three years.

So I bought myself my long-desired pearls, originally $150 for $40. Aren't I so goddamned empowered. Then I walked out of the store, sat on a bench in the mall, and cried until I began having trouble finding dry spots on my handkerchief.

So if you're thinking of jewelry for someone this Christmas, go check out that sale. They still have a pretty hefty amount of stock, all kinds of stuff, lots of other things I wanted to buy for myself but didn't have the same justification for.

I'm gonna go listen to the B.C. Clark jingle and clean the living room before Repo! tonight. Is it too out of place to wear pearls to a campy horror musical?
juldea: (hold me!)
Tonight I decided to go walk the Cambridgeside Galleria and maybe get some Christmas shopping done. As I walked around a corner of the second floor, I pretty much walked into a display for one of the jewelry stores that was having a going-out-of-business sale, selling everything for 70-80% off. I oohed and aahed over many things, and kept an eye out for gifts, but what I noticed most were strands of pearls. I had been outright telling londo that I wanted pearl jewelry as a gift for at least three years.

So I bought myself my long-desired pearls, originally $150 for $40. Aren't I so goddamned empowered. Then I walked out of the store, sat on a bench in the mall, and cried until I began having trouble finding dry spots on my handkerchief.

So if you're thinking of jewelry for someone this Christmas, go check out that sale. They still have a pretty hefty amount of stock, all kinds of stuff, lots of other things I wanted to buy for myself but didn't have the same justification for.

I'm gonna go listen to the B.C. Clark jingle and clean the living room before Repo! tonight. Is it too out of place to wear pearls to a campy horror musical?
juldea: (techy joco)
While I know it's not a direct correlation, if londo ends up getting a job somewhere very much not Massachusetts, I will forever hate this xkcd. :P
juldea: (techy joco)
While I know it's not a direct correlation, if londo ends up getting a job somewhere very much not Massachusetts, I will forever hate this xkcd. :P
juldea: (roar!!!)
The cats are now allowed into the bedroom, with the following caveats:
1) When londo is asleep and I am not home, I attempt to get them out of the room.
2) If anything is destroyed by act of cat, I pay to replace it.

londo is ceding the cats-in-room point not only because it's a way he can help me feel better, but also because one way or another, he doesn't have to worry about them learning that this is a good room for them to be in. He's either leaving it, or I am, or both.

Slim, oh so slim silver lining.
juldea: (roar!!!)
The cats are now allowed into the bedroom, with the following caveats:
1) When londo is asleep and I am not home, I attempt to get them out of the room.
2) If anything is destroyed by act of cat, I pay to replace it.

londo is ceding the cats-in-room point not only because it's a way he can help me feel better, but also because one way or another, he doesn't have to worry about them learning that this is a good room for them to be in. He's either leaving it, or I am, or both.

Slim, oh so slim silver lining.
juldea: (Default)
Late last night, [livejournal.com profile] londo broke up with me. For those of you keeping count, four and two-thirds years.

It is not an angry break up. He definitely broke up with me, but as much as we can be we are on good terms, want to maintain this, and want to end up friends. We have a lot to work out over the next however-long with regards to our living situation, and you are still going to see us going places together.

For the moment, I am hovering somewhere between "crying every moment I'm not breathing" and "thoroughly distracting myself." If you are on my friends list and allergic to post-breakup dramatic posts, this is your warning to take me off of your default friends group filter.

Comments screened.
juldea: (Default)
Late last night, [livejournal.com profile] londo broke up with me. For those of you keeping count, four and two-thirds years.

It is not an angry break up. He definitely broke up with me, but as much as we can be we are on good terms, want to maintain this, and want to end up friends. We have a lot to work out over the next however-long with regards to our living situation, and you are still going to see us going places together.

For the moment, I am hovering somewhere between "crying every moment I'm not breathing" and "thoroughly distracting myself." If you are on my friends list and allergic to post-breakup dramatic posts, this is your warning to take me off of your default friends group filter.

Comments screened.
juldea: (roar!!!)
Yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] shadowravyn posted a link that takes the last 10 or so subject lines from your LJ's public posts and applies them randomly to cat picture templates to make your own personal lolcats.

[livejournal.com profile] londo and I were playing with this last night, scrolling through my mostly unimpressive set until we got to this one... )
juldea: (roar!!!)
Yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] shadowravyn posted a link that takes the last 10 or so subject lines from your LJ's public posts and applies them randomly to cat picture templates to make your own personal lolcats.

[livejournal.com profile] londo and I were playing with this last night, scrolling through my mostly unimpressive set until we got to this one... )

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