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Archive for December, 2003

 

These are the things bad girls do, believe it or not.

I sat down behind a cello today, having never played one before in my life. I managed to draw ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ out of it without one squeak, squawk or squook. Gifted, I am.

The cello seems to be a very fulfilling instrument. I must look into owning one, and then learning to play it (somewhat) properly, with a great deal of passion and gusto and verve. I will be muted and cool and devil-driven with my cello. I will be the envy of CelloBitches everywhere.

The cello really is very sexy, whether you believe it or not. I immediately felt sort of zennish and at one with that motherfucker. Drawing the bow across it and getting that low, resonant hum sort of caused a little stir in my no-no bits.

Finals all next week, save for the lab one in two days. I am in the process of crafting a cheer in honor of neurotransmitters. Instead of pompons I will shake all my old pill bottles…the ones I keep for pure sentimental reasons. Only now, however, they are filled with wildly-painted pinto beans representing all my favorite colors representing all my favorite highs. Who said it’s no fun being clean?

Today is a very Dandy Warhols day (‘If I ever could win / If I ever could see / If I just could ever / Remember to think / About anything’).

I went to the hardware store today and stole picked up what must have been like fifty of those little laminate tile thingys. You see, it couldn’t really be stealing since they’re free, and since I dint even so much as stick them in my jacket pocket. Nonetheless, the back of my head told me that the pudgy little forlorn guy making like a watchman in the countertops department was giving me some For Real Stinkeye. I wanted to shake my little package of brass screws in his general direction, but I was feeling decidedly non-cheeky, so I just smiled wanly to myownself (myownself grinned million-watt back at me) and proceeded the ten miles away to the checkout stand, beyond which sat the doors winking brilliantly in a very non-wintery sunny day. Hello car, take me somewhere, anywhere but here.

There is art in the air, brothers and sisters. Can you not smell it?