Instructions for Dancing

Saturday June 24, 2006

it’s not a love, it’s not a love, it’s not a love song

Filed under: Uncategorized — by hettyweston @ 12:32 am

One for Beka, one for me. Mine because I saw this, and it reminded me just why I love the emo that is Dashboard Confessional. Sometimes their lyrics are just so… right. Beka's because she asked for it, and becuase it's catchy. But mostly because she asked. When I don't do what she says she tickles me. Meanie.

Dashboard Confessional – Carve Your Heart

Jack Johnson – Staple it Together

The audition went okay. It was nice to not have any worry about whether I'd get lost – I've walked that route so many times that there was just no chance of it. Comforting. Not nearly as fun as walking it with Susannah and Paul, though. No-one to sing with. I don't remember appreciating that at the time, funnily enough.

Good Greek lesson today – it seems Mr Bunting's planning to take us through as many Euripides plays as we can fit in this year, as he's our verse author, so we're going to get a really thorough basis in the most important ones. General Greek Knowledge! <3
Other lessons of the day involved very little, but break and lunchtime were fun. The first involved Lou accusing me of groping Nikko, which was horribly unfounded, and the second involved a roundabout trip around town and then a few good games of Go. Lovely, but next time, we'll do the Go on a badweather day. Or outside. Today was just beautiful, and I'm starting to believe that Go is a winter sport.

Mum left for Launde at about the same time Susannah arrived here to show off her pretty new dress for the Ashby School leavers' ball thingum. It's all creamy-coloured and shiny with little gold flowers all over. *dress envy* She looks beautiful in it. My consolation is that it'd look awful on me, so it's only fair that she have it.

And then got some food, and watched Grey's. Fantastic episode. Fantastic music. And now I'm here, typing away. Listening to Elgar's Nimrod, because I need the company. One piece of music where the only thing I think of when I listen to it is that moment on stage when I could hardly play for the tears in my eyes, and an uncomplicated, unspeakable, beautiful feeling.

Stu, because you left: you are absolutely fine as a petty vindictive resentful scrot, though you weren't really being one. I'll stop that too. Don't worry. Talk to you soon.

4 Comments »

  1. You love the tickling really, and it’s only used in extreme circumstances where poking just won’t work :P (And ty :))

    Comment by Beka — Saturday June 24, 2006 @ 12:58 am |Reply

  2. …you *were* groping Nikko.

    -Crone xxx

    Comment by Lou — Saturday June 24, 2006 @ 10:27 am |Reply

  3. I was NOT. Unless his crotch is in his pocket, and I’m fairly sure it isn’t. I’ll get Beka to tickle you…

    Comment by hesternal — Saturday June 24, 2006 @ 3:54 pm |Reply

  4. I am pretty sure that you were groping him, I was a witness to the event!

    Comment by Ed — Sunday June 25, 2006 @ 2:20 pm |Reply


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