Aari on: "Why Staying Up Late Is A Bad Idea..."

1. Point numero UNO!!!
   
   
   
   • You order a dress online, all the while feeling that somehow, this is going to be the lesson you'll be learning on "Why You Shouldn't Buy Clothes Online...Evar!"
     
   
   

2. Point nombre Deux!!
   
   
   
   • You order said dress out of desperation, neglecting to check if there's a difference in size definitions...???
     
   
   

3. Point nombor Tigaaaa!!!
   
   
   
   • You finally discover the proper usage of google, and after much head-bashing, decide to keep the order as is, and that includes expedited shipping, holy crapola!!!
     
   
   

I figure I can afford the rush, but what if the size is totally wrong? So okay, there's room for error. But *sigh*...when'd I start getting so blase about money? I already bought a dress for the November concert, and although I have my doubts about the color, I'm not so sure I'm not compounding the problem by sending for another dress...

And we are supposed to be meeting a friend of Sam's to get our clothing tailored. What is my problem anyway? Why can't I just go with the tailor? I don't get it! And I'm sure the answer to that question could possibly shake the foundations of known religion and possibly the unknown too...NOT :p

See why I shouldn't stay up late? Verbal diarrhea is the least of my problems, and brain fart isn't much better :p

Anyway, I'm not going to cancel my order, and am in fact going to put the cash into my credit card first thing tomorrow. Here's to hoping there're no more problems with credit card fraud (and by saying that, I know I'm dreaming :p)...and that the dress works out. Going by the size chart, it seems okay. Oh, *pray-pray-pray*...

I hate thee, costume-shopping! I hate thee, shows! I hate thee, body! But I have to say the one I bought from KLCC proved to be unexpectedly yummy :) So what if it turns out that I can't wear it onstage? It's a real find! And that's probably like the second real find I've found (har-de-frackin-HAR!) that wasn't much to look at on the rack :)

Anyways, the books I'd actually planned on buying from Amazon couldn't be shipped here. That's a big *sigh*...I'm turning into an obsessive book fiend!!! It's not enough that I don't even have floor space for my books anymore, I'm still trying to acquire more!

I know there's essentially a huge problem with me. I know it. And I swear, I'm going to try fix it. I am! *whimper* Right...?

And, since I'm at it and brain-farting...

Choir practice starts (technically) later today. I've gotta wake up, photocopy some pieces. Heck. I've gotta locate the damned pieces! The notice has gone out that rehearsals are on, but I'm a bit disheartened. I'm not really sure what our attendance figures will be like. Seeing as how they weren't so hot through the first half of the year...

Dr. M (not the ex-PM :p) says I should focus on getting a small group all polished up. I don't even polish myself, this is about as bad as "the blind leading the blind" :p Anyway, rambling on about it won't help me. Sleep will, as I need to get stuff photocopied before the sun goes down :)

Also, this has been a severely imbalanced month. Nothing felt aligned. Not hubby's visit, not my moonflow, not my mood. Everything seems off-kilter, and the year's winding down again. I can feel the spin slowing, the precursor to acceleration....to the time where you ask: "My God! Where's the year gone?!"

Right now, it's dragging. And the drag is making me tetchy. I'm not looking forward to aging, understand :p But a drag is a drag, and boredom is a pain. Truly.

Last night, Dr. M and YueL came over for what I'd assumed would be drinks and a satisfying goz session. Ended up talking about music education (Dr. M's working on her thesis) and I am quite certain now that I'm not only somewhat full of shit, but I'm in truth completely so. Hehe :)

For the longest time now, i've been wondering where I stand musically, and where I want to go with what I know.

(In the words of Juliet - "I'm a poet, and I didn't know it!" :p)

I don't believe solely in the theory of music. There, I said it. I don't think I'm cut out for teaching. I don't even know if I believe in music therapy. The only thing I understand about it is it's as necessary as breathing (music, not teaching), and that I don't want to turn it into a chore. So how do I make a living out of it?

It's a dilemma. And the answer is still eluding me. And I've yet to find my niche :)

Okie, that's enough from me. I'm tired, and I stopped making sense the minute I typed in the title to this post.