Hey look! The end of BEDA! And even though it is past midnight, it totally counts because most of my posts have been written after midnight!
I got together with Erinn and Abbie today (we were briefly in a string quartet christened Flamingo Ruckus). I arrived about an hour before Erinn, so Abbie and I watched "An Ideal Husband" (which I highly recommend; despicable antagonist, hysterical/subtle/cutting Victorian humor, and Rupert Everett). Once Erinn arrived we played guitar for a bit, went to Dick's for dinner, and then watched Disney movies ("Tangled" followed by "Lady & the Tramp") while we made friendship bracelets. Because apparently we are 13-year-old girls from the 90s. There are worse things to be, in my book.
I move out in exactly one week. And on two of the upcoming days I will get SO little packing done. Saturday I'm going to Bumbershoot and then Sunday I have a gig in Leavenworth, which will take about 8 hours out of my day and leave me pretty exhausted upon my return. Plus tomorrow I have some errands to run. AND I need to practice cello a TON over the next few days because I want to make a decision on my new cello by my next lesson on Monday. Ack. Time. It's funny because I'll go for long stretches where it feels like I'm doing nothing, and then suddenly I'll have an overwhelming amount of stuff to do. And I'll kick myself because some of the things were things I put off. Ah well. Procrastination is definitely my Achilles heel.
Well I don't have much else to say this evening. It's very possible that my next post will come from my new apartment. Actually, I'll probably try to squeeze one in after Bumbershoot. It's going to be a very busy week. Sweet fancy Moses.
Thanks for sticking with me until the very end.*
You're flirting with time, and maybe / time, baby, is catchin' up with you. -Flirting With Time, Tom Petty
*of August
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