Poetry & Prozac

I realize that this is sort of a silly question on my particular flist, but, is anyone here really into house/electronica/techno music to the point where they'd be interested in writing the occasional review for a website?

If you are, or know someone who is, e-mail me (or have them e-mail me) at bluestargirl at gmail dot com.

Thanks!

I don't want to say I'm going on hiatus, because I don't think that's what this is. It's just, lately, when I come home, I don't want to turn on my computer. Not first thing, sometimes not at all.

Last night instead of hitting up LJ, I watched Nutcracker: The Motion Picture on cable with my mother. I LOVED that movie when I was a kid, year-round and obsessively, as I do. I remembered a lot more of it than I thought, and now I'm wondering what part it played in my formation.

I have certain commitments that involve me being online at least in part, but, my presence is not motivated by the compelling desire to be here.

I still love everyone on my flist, and I'm invested in bandom, and the holidays aren't being super super busy or anything, I'd just, mostly rather be elsewhere.

I'm currently downloading FAD, text or e-mail if anything interesting happens (or if you miss me/want to say hi - most of my contact stuff is in my user info), I'll probably be back tomorrow now that I'm jinxing myself by posting.

I will also probably be continuing to update twitter via text.

In case anyone's curious, I'm not planning on being at either the L.A. or San Diego FOB shows, they are just epically not convenient. There's a very slim possibility of my winding up at the San Diego show, but don't hold any breaths, especially as I am not sure how I'd get there.

Today was good. Not the work part of it, so much, though it wasn't actually BAD, though apparently one of my coworkers is a convicted felon.

But.

Then my mom and I got pedicures. I haven't had a professionally done one in over a year and it was nice. My feet are so preeeeeetty now!

We hit up Target after that and I ended up with two new pairs of pants and a dress. Having money is nice. I should work on spending less of it though.

Then my mommy bought me sushi, because raw fishies are love.

It was just, nice.

And then I cam home and had to do a bunch of Indy stuff, and my job that doesn't pay is having drama that is maybe partly my fault and which I feel guilty about.

In other awkward news, Nick IMed me last week for no real reason and oh-so-subtly mentioned that his birthday was Saturday. I offered to get him a pony and he didn't hint at me coming to any sort of party or anything. On the one hand, I'm relieved. I so don't want to deal with Nick and his shit (his shit being the theoretical girlfriends and stner slackerness MY issues with not actually being into him at all, but...). On the other hand, it has been a hell of a long time since the last time I was kissed (by Nick, incidentally. *headdesk*)

How are all of you?

The downside of bandom is that when called to nominate music for song and album of the year lists, my mind goes blank pretty quick.

I've pretty much got my album of the year nominations covered, but quick quick tell me what songs released in '08 should make the list?

Previously, there was an interview in May for an awesome job that doesn't pay. But it has really cool perks, and is music-based, and after over three months of various levels of drama, I actually officially HAVE the job.

And, dudes, five minutes after I got the job I've already been offered some really cool stuff within five degrees of bandom. Because, you know, life is RIDICULOUS.

If only it paid, it might actually BE the perfect job.

*

In other news, there is no way in hell for me to get to the FOB thing in L.A. tomorrow afternoon. What with the being employed and not owning some kind of teleportation device.