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[pearwaldorf]

!!!!!!

Thank you to starstealingrl for alerting me to Vienna Teng's TWO! TWO! performances in Portland, even though she won't be able to be here. *pets Adrienne consolingly*

I shall try and get CDs autographed, or something. But first I must make absolutely sure I do not work on these days.

And if you live in the Portland area, I demand that you go and see her perform. She's fucking amazing and wonderful and you should buy a copy of her CD Waking Hour and preorder her new CD Warm Strangers. And if you have Waking Hour already, get a copy for a friend. They'll appreciate it.

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[starstealingirl.livejournal.com]

I. Fucking. Hate. You.

Oh well. There's a performance in Chicago two days later, and even though it's in some smarmy yuppie bar, and even though it'll cost me more to get there and back than it will to see her, I will be there. Nothing's gonna come between me and Vienna, you hear? Nothing. MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[melusina99.livejournal.com]

*consumed with jealousy*

I only recently discovered Vienna Teng - I learned about her here, in fact, while doing idle journal browsing (the sport of insomniacs). I was so delighted that I ran to the computer and "friended" your journal. (sick world where "friended" is a verb). A dubious honor, but thank you very much all the same. She is amazingly talented.

[mydarkstar.livejournal.com]

OT time:

Apologies for zooming off so abruptly like that; on the one hand, I didn't want to abandon you in your moment of drunkenness, but at the same time, I was feeling like things were going to go very badly if I didn't get to a bathroom soon. Besides, you were with your lawfully wedded husband, whom I hope got you home okay.

On the bus: No homie Gs or enormous spine-crushers, but there was a teen mom with a kid who kept making bizarre frog-like noises for most of the trip. This combined with slight inebriation and reading on the bus (that awful girly break-up book, and it pains me to see that some of its advice involves buying oneself cute underwear, as it indicates that I am more traditionally girly than I like to think) have left me with a roaring headache. Le mimph.

Weird thing: Brian never replied to the e-mail I sent him last week asking WTF??, but he did send me a message today on Soulseek saying that he wanted to download a Brian Eno album I have to make up for the John Cage I downloaded from him earlier. Um, okay.

Whatever shall we do next?

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[sonatine.livejournal.com]

1. 's okay. Bathroom mishaps more than make up for perceived rudeness. And I got home fine. The worst of it was at the restaurant.

2. Sigh. The worst thing about public transportation is that it's public. And cute underwear? *points and laughs* You're GIRLY! But no, seriously. Nothing wrong with that.

3. Oi. Maybe he just wants an album. But I think that's rather unlikely. Could be his half-assed way of saying sorry, maybe?

[mydarkstar.livejournal.com]

Re Brian: I don't know what it is, but, as my mom put it, "he's not making sense." He e-mailed me before (the one I responded to asking him what the hell) saying that we shouldn't have any contact, that communication between us would be bad, etc. And yet he goes out of his way to shop at the specific bookstore I work at, even though he works literally three blocks down the street from Borders, and then contacts me to ask about downloading an album specifically from me, even though a) he knows this would take a bit of trouble on my part, since, due to firewall issues, he and I can only download from each other on Soulseek when I have the modem directly connected to my computer instead of the router, which means forcing Michael or Jesse offline, which they hate, and b) plenty of other people have this album, too. Huh?

(That was one long-ass sentence.)

So either this is his very subtle way of trying to reconnect, or he's just a dick and doesn't realise his own inconsistency. Something.

Anyway. Tonight I was Holocene! Home of pomegranate drinks! (I didn't get one, though, being broke.) And seriously fucking hipster. We must go.

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[sonatine.livejournal.com]

I got your text message. Squee! Are you busy Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday?

[mydarkstar.livejournal.com]

Apparently not - I have no hours at B&N this week, and I just called AJ and, despite being told by the manager's aunt that I would probably be needed during the week due to family problems, I've only been scheduled for (of course) Saturday and Sunday morning. Argh. Which would you prefer? Wednesday would mean we could do Embers afterward, and hope for a Creedboy sighting, but Thursday could mean pretentious First Thursday fun...

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[sonatine.livejournal.com]

Oooh! First Thursday! Let's mingle with the yuppies and pretend we don't know they don't know the first thing about critiquing art. Well, not that we do either, but at least we don't *pretend* we do.