Sad Songs and Waltzes Later that night, after she had studied and played and read, Lenny sat down and listened.


Cake's Sad Songs and Waltzes is a glorious tune. Melancholy, full with trumpet solo. Tragic, humorous, and all reality. It's the song of the night, the song of the year.

The brother has apparently heard of 'Cake', and mentions a song I have also heard of. Yet, the style is very different. However, it was an ambiguous, lucky find, so who knows. *shrugs happily*

Yes, Suchu, last year I landed you in crutches. A memory I hold perfectly. You were skipping happily, myself with a smile on my face - then BAM! (full with 60s Batman cheer). On the concrete. I maintain, half-proudly, that it was my fault. I poke my tongue out, pretending to believe it true. So there.

I often forget, when I'm talking to people, that they have no idea what I'm talking about.

For example, I started 'discussing' Harry Potter with Bob and Jess on the train to/from The Seven Stages of Grieving, and then realised that Bob has probably only read the series once, and I have no idea where Jess would be up to. I forget that some people aren't such fanatics as I. (I have never really classified HP as one of my obsessions... incorrectly so. It is a re-occurring one. Oh dear.)

It becomes problematic when arguing the finer points of fantastical life, which I can, with glee, compare with articulating with Katy what sort of alcohol Severus Snape would consume on his lonely nights. We came to the conclusion that he would drink wizarding drinks (but perhaps Firewhiskey is below him), and on the occasion red wine. None of this Snarry fic drinking game Scotch business. Ahem.

Does anyone know of any delectable piano suites? That's what I'm looking into music wise at the moment. And, frighteningly, I think my mother's influence is prodding me into classy pop.

"!" I hear you think. So do I.

Ahh, as Freddie would sing, Melancholy Blues.

I'm still looking out for Mutto on Idol (the only reason I've been watching) - looks like QLD will finally be on tomorrow night. But there was a boy from Sydney who freakily resembled Koyuki. High, boyish voice and everything. I shake my head at myself often, you know. Yes, I do live in my head.

You know who's cool? Adrian is cool. I like people who are quietly my friends. ^_^ All they need do is sit beside you. No expectations - it's mutual. Yay.

And to Kate: I mean no insult. Again, I can only expect such craziness in knowledge of myself. Who else can I expect to know about the editing of the Bicycle/Fat Bottomed Girls cover art? Not even Brian, to be sure. He's more concerned about that ballerina. Grr...

*coughs*

I'll be off now. I forgive you for having no understanding of what I'm saying. ^_^ In fact, I pity me too.

Edit: What sort of person wonders about what a fictional (noooo! don't say it!) character has to drink, anyway?

Repeat after me: We are all individuals.

We are all individuals.

I'm not!

It would have to be a 13+ version, anyway, with alcohol consumption... *thwacks self over head*  ¶ 10:09 PM