I really want to start posting regularly again somewhere. This seems to be the obvious choice- but what would I post about? Life as a local government employee? More bloody bellydancing? What do the kids like nowadays?
I am SOOOO married and 30 it isn’t even funny.
This photo was taken by Kelly when I got back to the flat after last night’s performance. That expression is part-confusion at her having just placed one of her rats on my shoulder (I was scared he’d take a swing on that damn earring), and part-emotional overload.
I was by no means very good last night, but I did it anyway. I truly felt part of something special- when I turned around in the middle of my piece and saw the other troupe members smiling at me I could have exploded with happiness. I can’t recognise the person I used to be, physically or mentally. This silly little hobby of mine feels like the final hammer on the nail of the coffin of the old me, and I couldn’t be happier to see her go.
My friends, too, Lori and Kelly, and poor Lis who had to dash across the best part of the city to come and see my shaky Ghawazee 1… I couldn’t be more grateful for all of them, and everyone who wished me luck.
Now, that’s quite enough of that. I think there may be more photos available at some point, and you just know I’ll be shoving them up here like the idiot I am.
When you consider the white flower is the size of my hair, how is all this (plus one more) going to fit in my hair tomorrow night? Oh, tribal conventions.
Black jogging trousers. All of Accessorize’s “ethnic” jewellery. A few vest tops. Pink. Many, many, many flowers.
My nerve.
Now, I know I’m including a number of my very closest friends in this rant, and it is this which has kept me silent for so long. I love you all very much, and I think you’re all very smart and wonderful people, which is why I think this troubles me so very much.
If I see someone else dropping the “ou” from “your” I am going to chew my own elbows off. I do not see how it is any more acceptable tHaN tHiS oLd cHeStNuT. Seriously, it grates on me in the exact same way. I keep wanting to pronounce the resulting gutted word as “eeeeerr”, or something, as if it were some moronic Elvish pronoun. My couple of hours in a Celtic Civilization module leaves me with the vague thought that it might be a legitimate word in Welsh. Which is great. Love Wales, love the Welsh.
Who decided it was cool in this context, though? Did I miss that particular memo? If I could be let in on the secret I’d maybe begin to understand- perhaps I’d even join in. Don’t we like vowels anymore? I’m not trying to be contentious for the sake of it, I swear. I just can’t remember when (or why) it started. Did someone abbreviate a text message and like the look of it? Was it some band, or some actor, or something? I require a background, if nothing else. Is it acceptable in as a shortened form of “you’re” too? Or is that just silly?
Don’t hate me, guys. I feel so much better after that. You shall not hear another word on the matter from me. (You can bet yr life on it.)
Even scored out, that hurt like fire.
