Ophelia is replacing my old chair, which received no name because it deserved none. No, really.
Cheapie thing, that. The back of it broke off, its pleather ripped, and then it unceremoniously tossed me from its wobbly self one evening as I was browsing the webs. Oh, the audacity!
Ophelia, on the other hand, is sturdy and encourages good posture for my developing spine. Best of all, it was free! My uncle found it while working and brought it back to my house. He believes he's going to be taking it home tomorrow; unfortunately for him, I have claimed dearest Ophelia as my own. We've already become the best of friends - we gossip and paint each other's toenails and braid each other's hair and even groom each other's fine mustaches!
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Eh hem... Yes.
While following links on youtube yesterday, I stumbled across My Brightest Diamond. It's a band? The project of singer-songwriter multi-instrumentalist Shara Worder? That's really all I know about it.
While I know next to nothing about music, I do know I love this chick/band. I'm just feelin' it, ya know? I mean, look at her:
And now, listen:
It doesn't hurt that "Ads by Google" keeps asking me if I love lucid dreaming. (Your ads by google may ask you other questions like, "Are you secretly a rapist? Find out now!" I don't know how Google works...) I thought that was kinda cool (not the rapist thing, which didn't actually happen, but the lucid dreaming thing. KEEP UP). By the way, yes, I most certainly do love lucid dreaming. I'd tell you about this dream I had last night but I fear you're already bored.
Actually, I don't really care.
I dreamt I was going to Mexico and my family was leaving without me. They were acting like it was a trip to the grocery store and everyone was ready to go, all packed and everything, while I rushed around my room picking things that would be useful on a month-long vacation to the land of the Aztecs. For some reason, my dream self decided I needed tons of cameras, books, film, and my wall decorations to properly enjoy my trip.
I forgot to pack clothes. Apparently, my dream self felt that clothes were IRRELEVANT. I can wear the same pants for FOREVER, right? No big deal.
AAAAND while drawing my curtains today - yes I do have heavy curtains, sorta - my curtain rod fell. THE EARTH HAD ENDED. Until I fixed it. With much slow maneuvering - and a few chips in the plaster/stucco round my door - I got the ladder into my room and fixed the fine mess I'd made.
Be proud of me, because I am.
My Brightest Diamond! Ah! I haven't heard much of their stuff but I've been meaning to since my sister owns their CD and whatnot. All I really know is that Shara went on tour with the Decemberists haha.
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