Archive for October, 2005

Oooooh, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Wednesday, October 19th, 2005

As a child…

You sang and danced around to Madonna songs in your underwear – all of which is now a home movie your parents use to blackmail you

How did it mess you up?

You have an affinity for socks and sandals

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The sad thing is, it’s partially true. However, swap Madonna for Cyndi Lauper, and my mom has not tried to blackmail me. I know there’s a tape floating around somewhere (perhaps packed up in a box in my basement) that my brother took of me and Alyse singing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” when we were four and five or so. And yes, I do have an odd affinity for socks and sandals. At least I don’t wear them together.

On the home front, going in for my second-to-last chemo treatment tomorrow. I’ll be done in a month, yay! I’m then going to take about a month off to recouperate, then hopefully head back to work. I miss my city, and it’s getting a bit stir-crazy at home. There are just quite a few things I don’t want to deal with right now, especially in my condition, and some days I just want to stay in bed and not face them. It’s nothing too serious, though.

And I’m getting depressed reading the cancer groups on LJ. It’s just hard to be positive (which I’ve mostly been throughout my illness) while watching. others go through much, much more horrible things. I don’t even know these people, but my heart just wrenches for them. And I wind up crying 75% of the time when I read my Friends page.

On an Journey note (and it’s not like any of you are really going to care, except for maybe Chrissy, Sarah, Kristin, and Ed), Raised on Radio really needs to end on “Be Good To Yourself” rather than “Why Can’t This Night Go On Forever.” Great CD, however, it just leaves me with a meloncholy feeling at the end. Most of the songs are about heartbreak, and then the last track always makes me think about how fun summer is and how much I miss my friends. Perhaps I’ll just remix the CD and put the songs in most depressing to least depressing order. Then Journey goes off and announces two shows at The Beacon, just when I thought my concert season was over. I got all excited, until I saw the prices. $150 a pop for the front section. There’s no way I can afford that. I can afford the $40 nosebleed tickets, but I’m not going to pay to go to a concert just to get yelled at to sit down. Nosebleed sections always sit down. But you can’t be a Journey fan and sit at a concert. It just doesn’t mix. Argh. I wish I could have gotten tickets to the Connecticut show, but it’s going to be right before my last chemo treatment and my white cells will probably be knocked for a loop. I can’t be in crowds if that’s so.