The Non-Editing Lowdown

When I am not editing, I will be doing these fabulous things:

• Getting my eyebrows waxed, for the love of God, I look like the Absent-Minded Professor. But if, like, the Absent-Minded Professor were an exhausted, anemic mental ward patient bent on genetically engineering dinosaurs to take over th-- oh, for Chrissakes, we've already been down this road.

• All of my laundry. Lord knows finding a bra has been about 10 million times harder than it's ever been before. If I'm looking through boxes from circa 1997 in the vain hope that I'll find something wearable for the girls, it might be time to wash something and stop editing.

• Rocking a little city by the name of Winnipeg with Laura, Parker, Laura's Grandma and a bunch of Laura's family. Also, the Forks. The Forks has buskers, and y'all should know how I feel about those public singers. Especially since sometimes, I am one. But unofficially. Aka, YOU DON'T NEED TO PAY ME, or even ASK ME, because I AM ALREADY SINGING LIKE I'M MARIAH CAREY PART TWO, but Mariah Carey if she put shows on at the A&P and had ruined her voice with four consecutive cases of bourbon and long bouts of uncontrollable sobbing in between "sessions". So about five years from now.
• Also, sidenote, if I actually were a washed up diva, I hope I would still have the sense to say things like, "I've got to sparkle!" while doing jazz hands and wearing a tattered evening dress, or to throw vases full dead flowers at public transit workers screaming, "I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU TOMMY MOTOLLA," before getting on the bus, and finishing with, "Why couldn't I just go back to Daydream? That was the Mariah everyone loved. A little Love Takes Time is all they asked for and instead I gave them Rainbow. I'M SO SORRY, SARAH SOVEREIGN. SORRY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY BURNT OUT HEART."

• Moving! Brad is actually moving a bunch of his stuff / the major stuff into the apartment this weekend whilst I'm away, and I'll be getting my stuff together next week. We'll also be having a yard sale, which is great, because I think I'm finally ready to part with Virus starring Jamie Lee Curtis and Donald Sutherland doing just... just a dead on accent of a sailor. "Sheee's enshooooored, she is." Oh, Donald. It's almost like you ARE a seaman. Nevermind. How could I possibly part with that wonderful film?
  
• It looks as though my plans to post The Carnival were vetoed, and it's entirely possible I'd rather have friends than the fame and fortune showcasing Laura doing the Robot would bring. That said, I shall be posting muninn, my silent colour short film after I get back from Winnipeg. Or this afternoon. Whenever I get off my ass and make a quicktime movie and decide to upload something. It's about a minute and a half long, and the last bit was overexposed so I used the stills from the shoot. I am most proud of the music. Soundtrack Pro, I will always love you -- Bodyguard style.

I am off though now. I need to do four more things before school officially lets me go. Let's hope none of them takes 12 hours, a great deal of caffeine and the dodging of one embittered, kittyless security guard.

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