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Okay, a question. What is the body electric and how do you sing to it? Does it have something to do with electric youth? Do electric youth have electric bodies or, more appropriately, bodies electric?
Good morning to me. My face and hands are covered in Nutella. I look like a 3-year-old on a chocolate bender. Today has been a very good day so far.
Except that it was my brother's birthday yesterday and I forgot to e-mail him. Oh well. I'm close to perfect, but not quite on, I guess.
127 people have looked at this blog since Aleta put the counter up... and I briefly wonder, who are you people?
Anyway. Whatever. Enjoy.
I did make it to Utrecht on Monday and spent a lovely time shopping and wandering. The Utrecht University has one of the prettiest campuses I've ever seen and is conveniently surrounded by coffeeshops and used bookstores which is, as always, a treat. I have considered applying but I need Dutch certification to go, which is not something I'm going to get out of the Dutch class that I'm currently enroled in.
I ended up not buying very much except for some wierd tin cars which I have nefarious plans for and some fair trade organic chocolate, which is okay to eat because you're supporting organic farming and whole cocoa bean farming villages, which is a pretty good excuse to stuff your face with delicious chocolate. In case you needed one that is. I also bought CDs that were on sale, which made them around the normal price for a CD in Canada, so I felt okay with that.
Yesterday, I spent the whole day in front of the computer playing with pictures of the band. The CD cover isn't coming along at all. In fact, I've completely stalled. I did come up with some cute t-shirts though, which is something in itself. The band seems to have no timetable though, and that's actually not helping since I'm a last minute inspiration kind of girl. All this extra time is just not working for me. I have the feeling though that two days before they need it, they're going to call me up and ask me for it, and I'm going to be completely empty-handed and then I'm going to bitch and moan at them for not giving me more notice. I will reserve the right to do that because I'm pretty sure that no one from the band reads this thing.
The only time I left the house was for Dutch class and I have to admit, after a day of staring at the computer, socialising in Dutch class is difficult, if not impossible. I lose all ability to socially interact with other human beings after about three hours of being cooped up at home, so by the time I got to Dutch class, I'd pretty much reverted to cavegirl.
I've decided to no longer eat breakfast while using the computer, so later skaters. posted by Alleen at 11:19:17 AM
Monday, December 02, 2002
Monday monday... I'm not working today and I am intending to go to Utrecht at some point, but right now, I'm enjoying sitting here watching
goddammit. I just dropped my toast. Peanut butter side down.
Stupid toast.
Yesterday, I attempted to go to the Mondo Generator show only to discover that Mondo Generator's bassist is ill. I think he's the bassist for Queens of the Stone Age as well, so it looks like I'm not going to be the only one to miss that show, which actually makes me feel better. Apparently, they've cancelled the rest of the tour and gone home. This is according to the lady at the door of the Melkweg in Amsterdam, who knows all and sees all.
So I hung out for several hours in a sucky and rainy Amsterdam and then went home. I ate sucky thai food and went to a place called the Last Waterhole where a pretty decent band was doing covers, which was fun. They apparently allow random people to get on stage which meant at some point that a woman who couldn't sing very well, but certainly had her moves down was hogging the mike. They dispensed with her pretty quick though and the rest of the evening, which boiled down to about three songs went pretty well. But what do I expect on a Sunday night really? I should know better.
I got on the wrong train coming home and almost ended up in Den Helder, which bears no resemblance to Den Haag. The good thing about this was that despite my whole musical chairs train experience, I got home early because it was Sunday night and there was nothing to do anyway.
Anyway, I have to go clean my carpet now. posted by Alleen at 11:11:01 AM
