Closing Time

For my brain at least! Closing time is actually five o'clock p.m. Easter Standard Time. Explanation later. The End. Just kidding! No - I mean explanation later - that's not the end. Listen to what I mean, not what I say! That has actually become the most hackneyed phrase in my vocabulary this past week...so sad.

Curtains Rising

It is indeed the final week before You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I am going to die on Friday, I just know it! Actually, no - no, I won't. I just need to go over my lines again and again and again. In all honesty, I am EXTREMELY excited. We have practice every day this week, which is going to make my social life HELL. But it will be worth it. The only thing I am truly worried about is remembering my lines for Vacancy in Paradise by Thursday and Friday *makes Home Alone face*. Not too hard to be a ditzy blonde though. All in all, it should be just fine.

The Boring Bits of Life

The boring bits since Friday has included work... and more work. Yesterday was pretty good - slightly swamped but, all in all, an okay day. Actually, it was one of the Saturdays in a long time that I have enjoyed working. Also, Aimee (fifth, if you are counting) helped me pick out a new hair color that is absolutely fantabulous! I don't look constantly sick and jaundiced anymore...yay! In the Death Match: P v The Shop... Actually, there was no Death Match. P has stopped being constantly bitchy to everyone. We all agree that this may in fact be a direct result of her surrender of the Co-Manager title. Interesting... Anyhow, today life as a receptionist was pretty much freaking crap. I hate being the scapegoat of the salon. I get all the gossip from everyone about everyone else (not prominent today) but I also get all of the bad customer attitudes to deal with. I am sorry, people. We close at five on Sunday. We have ALWAYS closed at five on Sunday. And shockingly enough, we don't take hair cuts when our wait time is longer than the time we have left to stay open. And, should at 5:05 you decide you want a haircut, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! Please don't walk in when the OPEN sign is off, the hours are posted on the front door, and we are vacuuming/coming to loch the door before you get there and then HAVE AN ATTITUDE BECAUSE YOU LACK THE INTELLIGENCE TO RESPECT THE FACT THAT WE HAVE LIVES, TOO! And I am done on this discussion.

The Gang

The Gang has been pretty good so far as I am aware. My speechies/thespians got back from the ITS conference Saturday but I have yet to hear how it went *nudge nudge*. I would like to thank Neville for his PSA announcement that was so incredibly informative and useful... much appreciated - seriously. And yeah... Thats about it for today I guess...

Absolutely Not Normal Chaos

Mom is in Arizona as of Saturday morning so I have been switching houses this weekend back and forth based on who can/can't take me to/pick me up from work. My stepsisters were gone for the weekend so Dad, Amy, and I just kinda chilled. I tried to dye my hair by myself... That was interesting to say the least. A Corgi, me with rubber gloves, extremely pungent hair dye, plus an enclosed area can actually become pretty comical. Amy ended up rescuing me from the depths of Hair Dying Chaotic Hell (thank gosh). Me trying to rinse my hair was also slightly disastrous. I got water all over the bathroom and when Amy came to the rescue for the second ime, Lou (Dad's dog) tried to join my hair in the tub...very odd dog, he is. Anyhow, all this was going on just as I had finished cooking my supper (great planning on my part, right? not so much). And I proceeded to finish out my night watching Chicken Little by myself on the couch, while amazed at how dark my hair was. Tonight after I got off work, Dad, Amy, the girls, and Amy's mom and I went to eat at Indigo Joe's. It's amazing. Period. It's pretty much BW3's on crack and it's awesome.

Et Cetera

I totally realized jsut today how I must have subconsciously started blogging on odd numbered days. This artiophobia may be slowly killing me. The leap year will throw me off so I will indeed blog two days in a row (two! *hiss*). Anyhow my Dad started sing Loch Lomond to me earlier and it is now stuck in my head so I may as well include some of the lyrics. It is also a beautiful instrumental (my freshman year, our band played a gorgeous arrangement of it for our Prism Concert - Note: the instrumental link is not my band):

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Chorus
O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

‘Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping:
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again,
Tho’ the waefu’ may cease from their greeting.

SUCH a beautiful song... it almost brings me to tears.

Last Answer: Kudos to Michael for coming up with the right answer... Louis Armstrong (and he does it best)

Trivia Question: I am sure you are starting to see a pattern... Band name for entry title =)

Playlist: Curtain's Up - Written by Starshine, Right Through You - Alanis Morissette, All That Jazz - from CHICAGO, One Little Slip - Barenaked Ladies, Loch Lomond