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I had my first real physical from my doctor today and DAMN that is awkward. You're in some sort of gown, and it's open at the back. I didn't quite know what to do. I felt like there was some sort of etiquette I should be using for the situation that I didn't know. I mean, if I knew for certain that she NEEDED to see my back, I could deal with that. But I didn't want to make her look at it any more than was necessary. So, clearly, I have no trouble with flashing people, but only if they WANT it, you see?
What a very odd form of politeness.
Leah A. told me she might join LJ, so if she does join, hi, Leah! There's going to be a DeathNote movie, you know.
Live action, I mean.
I don't really have anything to judge it against, obviously, but I feel like Turandot is one of the best operas ever. Anything I've ever heard from it has been utterly beautiful, so I'm finally listening to it all the way through. Some bits remind me of a Broadway musical in Italian, so I'm constantly feeling like there's a strange familiarity to it all. It feels a bit like Andrew Lloyd Webber, although now I'm sure a bunch of Puccini fans are going to find this somehow and come on only to yell at me.
I only wish I knew what they were saying.
Blast, I wish I had the yarn I need for knitting. My project's been on hold for the last...month or so because the next two colours I need are the ones I can't find anywhere. I've knitted eight rows, and that's about it. It's a little depressing, and also I borrowed Leah's knitting needles to do it, so there's a slight sense of urgency to it as well.
...If anyone I know feels like getting me a Christmas gift, you could get me Brown Sheep: Nature Spun worsted yarn in colours Butterscotch and Saddle Tan. Such dull colours, I know, but for the life of me, I can't find them. All that ANYONE ever has is Bev's Bear. Who wants that? It's not even a particularly NICE brown. There must just be this one old lady who hates her relatives and knits them each a pair of really ugly Bev's Bear socks every Christmas just to spite them because they have to pretend they like them.
Oh, and I forgot. I got Jelly Babies today! They were in the Pharmacy...go figure.
What a very odd form of politeness.
Leah A. told me she might join LJ, so if she does join, hi, Leah! There's going to be a DeathNote movie, you know.
Live action, I mean.
I don't really have anything to judge it against, obviously, but I feel like Turandot is one of the best operas ever. Anything I've ever heard from it has been utterly beautiful, so I'm finally listening to it all the way through. Some bits remind me of a Broadway musical in Italian, so I'm constantly feeling like there's a strange familiarity to it all. It feels a bit like Andrew Lloyd Webber, although now I'm sure a bunch of Puccini fans are going to find this somehow and come on only to yell at me.
I only wish I knew what they were saying.
Blast, I wish I had the yarn I need for knitting. My project's been on hold for the last...month or so because the next two colours I need are the ones I can't find anywhere. I've knitted eight rows, and that's about it. It's a little depressing, and also I borrowed Leah's knitting needles to do it, so there's a slight sense of urgency to it as well.
...If anyone I know feels like getting me a Christmas gift, you could get me Brown Sheep: Nature Spun worsted yarn in colours Butterscotch and Saddle Tan. Such dull colours, I know, but for the life of me, I can't find them. All that ANYONE ever has is Bev's Bear. Who wants that? It's not even a particularly NICE brown. There must just be this one old lady who hates her relatives and knits them each a pair of really ugly Bev's Bear socks every Christmas just to spite them because they have to pretend they like them.
Oh, and I forgot. I got Jelly Babies today! They were in the Pharmacy...go figure.
