This is what the internet is for:

"Providence looks after all the chumps of this world, and personally, I'm all for it."

Woke up this morning ridiculously excited for no reason. Literally woke up singing. (Not a lie.) Hmm. Everything is inexplicably hilarious.
Still, it's better than being pointlessly unhappy. Pointless happiness is OK by me.

Well, anyway, I've found some things to lavish my excited excitement on anyway -

New music! Loveliest new song by Chameleon Circuit :-) Four part harmonies ftw! (Listen to the end)

My sister is coming over :-D

This

Cranford went from being unexpectedly tragic (Should have seen it coming - I've read the book, though that didn't have all the nasty Victorian surgery scenes, I don't think) and dramatic and sad to being adorably lovely and sweet. This seems to be a pattern with BBC period drama... (North and South, anyone?)

I'm making beef pho and family is going to come eat it tonight (Hopefully it won't be poisonous or disgusting or anything)

I'm alive! Being alive is good!

The Weight of Glory is an amazing book of amazingness.

I'm going to go and do a dance or vacuum a floor or something to use up all this hysterical energy.

If you go through life with a smile on your face, you’ll be amazed how many people will come up to you and say ‘What the hell are you grinning about? What’s so funny?’ Make you a lot of new friends." - P. G. Wodehouse

To me, you're strange and you're beautiful...

Finished work early today.

Took Vange and Josh to the park to ride their scooters. Yes, I did have a go on the scooter. Yes, I did take all of the skin off my knee and laddered my stocking all the way up. And, yes, it was humiliating and hurt like billy-oh. The kids thought I was hilarious. I'm very proud of myself for not sobbing like a baby: I figured it wouldn't add anything as far as dignity or mature behaviour went...
Apart from this incident it was a nice afternoon.
I stumbled upon and fell completely in love with some new music the other day - Aqualung. I think Aqualung is a pretty awful name for any artist, but the loveliness of the music makes up for it, I reckon. I only heard Strange and Beautiful for the first time the day before yesterday and I've listened to it about sixty-four times since then. The song is sorta creepy - don't know if I would reach for the nearest weaponlike object or dissolve into mushy goo if someone sang it to me - probably would depend on the person and how literally they meant the lyrics. The creepiness abates somewhat when you realise that the song references Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. Intertextuality to the rescue! I haven't really listened to much else of Aqualung's music apart from Brighter than Sunshine, which was OK but a bit meh; 7 Keys, which was lovely, and Who Are We Fooling - duet with Brooke Fraser. I like discovering new music.

The rule by which he had always lived was that the best would have to do until something better came along.

Been an odd, but on the whole, good sort of week. Lots of audiobooks. ;-)
I have very little laptop battery left so this shall probably be another of those deplorably short posts I've been specialising in. Listening to lots of Hans Zimmer music on youtube right now, because it's awesome. Should go and get dressed and vacuum + tidy. Also, I learned only about an hour ago that I'm supposed to be getting a new wardrobe in today: gaaah!
I'm so disorganised. There goes the battery... my laptop is making unhappy bleeping sounds...

Mine is a refined and poetic nature. I like to be surrounded by joy and life, and I know nothing more joyless and deader than a dead fish.

New Favourite Song

I suppose a purist might have considered him more or less off his onion.

Listening to Simon & Garfunkel! Groooviness.

'Something tells me it's all happening at the zoo!'

'I heard cathedral bells tripping down the alleyways...'

'I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand on Bleeeeeeeeeker Street.'

Two weird looking guys with angel voices and guitar skills, singing poetry.

Nice. People should never let go of a musical heritage like that. It depresses me how music is so transient; classical survives (firstly because it is awesome,) chiefly because there are institutions to see that it does, but the brilliant pop music of the ages? The Beatles will probably last a good long while; Elvis still has a following, but how many young people now know about S&G?

I don't know if you know that sort of feeling you get on these days round about the end of April and the beginning of May, when the sky's a light blue with cotton-wool clouds and there's a bit of a breeze blowing from the west? Kind of uplifted feeling. Romantic, if you know what I mean. I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something. - The World of Jeeves

Grandad took me to see Rockdale Opera Company's Ruddigore, by Gilbert & Sullivan on Friday. It was so much fun! I love going to plays for the music, costumes and lighting and this had them all lavishly.
The basic storyline is that the Baronets of Ruddigore are cursed: they must commit a crime every day of their lives or perish in agony. Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd, before it becomes his turn to inherit the title, runs away and becomes 'Robin Oakapple', a virtuous farmer; his younger brother Despard becomes baronet, believing Ruthven to be dead. Ten years later 'Robin' as he calls himself falls in love with Rose Maybud, but is too shy to approach her. She lives her life by an etiquette book, which tells her not to speak until spoken to, so cannot confess her love to him. Chaos ensues when, with the help of a jealous sailor, Despard Murgatroyd learns of his brother's presence in the little village...

The plot twists and turns with musical flourishes coming thick and fast right at you - the actors must have been having tons and tons of fun with the melodrama and the comedy. if I could sing opera I'd be willing to live off raw tomatoes (which, by the way, I hate passionately) to get a chance to sing Gilbert and Sullivan.


Life's such a funny thing. At such a funny place right now. I feel happy but frightened, like I'm standing on the edge of a precipice in a hang glider and there's a wind picking up. But I have a jolly good pilot in whom I trust. And I have a lineup of people holding hands with me as we take the plunge. Real life, here we come!