Gwen Is Not Coming Home For The Holidays

...which sucks. Because now evening talks by the promenade will have a missing voice. And we won't have anyone to predict housewifery on (then have her surprise us with questionable choices), or a more traditional view to balance out 'i don't want to get married' or 'i want a wedding but no marriage' or 'i can't even get married'. And Prince Eric won't have a say anymore in the 'who's the hottest disney man?' conversations and there'll be no phone going of every 3 minutes with someone on the other end going, 'come home!'. Dammit.

I also feel like I'm going to the school reunion as the one who just got fat and became sleep-deprived and cynical. Ew. I realized today that I am cynical. And everything takes too long and everyone is laughing at me and everyone is in my way and everything is unfair ... but then I saw o'death :)

O'DEATH TONIGHT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!
(bad pictures taken with my dying camera to be up soon)
AND NOW I HAVE A CD!!

Rahel needs to sleep.

Jenny and I need to agree on a topic for once! Hehehe ... HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

No. Scratch that. I hate the term 'holidays'. It's too general and doesn't register in my head. Two guys today wished us HAPPY HANUKKAH (did i spell that right?) and I actually felt festive. Tell me merry christmas or happy hanukkah or joyful kwanzaa or gleeful winter solstice! Just don't say happy fucking holidays. Please!

I need to be revising for the Lit Hum final. I really really do. I am so fucking screwed beyond reason but the UW portfolio is in so that is that. monday monday monday and I'm out. god let me get to monday!

I need to start running.
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O'DEATH PHOTOS:


banjo/ukelele + acoustic/leadvoice


bass + fiddle

I didn't get a photo of the drummer ... sorry Sarah! ;)