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Since this is what I always think about whenever I make the first of my typical two posts each month, I'm going to start off January's copious postings with the meme where I go through all of last year's posts and c/p the first line for your amusement. So meta, amirite?

Notably, this was the first time I genuinely forgot a couple of times and didn't make some inane unlocked post as my first post of the month. As a result, I had to suppress one of the entries, but oh well! I present...

YEAR IN REVIEW: 2012

Go to your Calendar and find the first (public) entry for each month of 2012. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review."

January: I just discovered that the "new" LJ comment style somehow magically restores all of my user icons that are currently locked because I didn't want to pay extra for the add-on.
February: The laptop has a virus (or thirty).
March: I'm back in the endless cycle of "I really should post more / I have so much I want to talk about / but I have no time / oh look, now it's two weeks later."
April: Deep thought for the day: I don't miss volunteering with the cat rescue people, but I sure do miss seeing kittens.
May: I get to go to Vegas on Tuesday for work!
June: First World Problems, I know, but I'm irritated by the fact that I no longer seem to get any notifications on LJ — nor do I get to see most people's FB posts, no matter how many settings I tweak to make sure that, in fact, I am getting to see everyone's posts.
July: I've decided that it's my moral imperative to make sure all of you come with me to an Old 97's concert at least once.
August: Honestly, I have no idea how I'm going to survive being in Vegas for a week in September for work.
September: Here's the thing: if I had gone to Burning Man this year, I would be missing the Old 97's at the Fillmore tomorrow night.
October: This was a friends-locked entry and I'm not comfortable posting its first line.
November: Guess what, I still suck at updating, which shouldn't be a surprise, but I really was on a roll there for a while.
December: I need new black boots and I need them fast.

I like how some themes are a constant, no matter the year—Vegas, the Old 97's, and, of course, my hollow promises of posting more. :)

I've decided that it's my moral imperative to make sure all of you come with me to an Old 97's concert at least once. So, just to let you know, they're coming to The Fillmore on September 2nd. Tickets are $25 + service fees.

They're going to be performing "Too Far to Care" (one of my favorite albums) in its entirety. And, Rhett is opening for them with a solo acoustic show.

If you're local, you have no excuse not to go. See you there! :)

I don't know whether it's the fact that my ever-dwindling attention span is now only able to keep up with Facebook/Twitter, or simply that my love affair with LJ is finally coming to an end. I just know that I really shouldn't have wasted the money on that paid account renewal.

Some notable stuff from May through July:
+ Rescued some adorable kittens
+ Got to go to the annual toastmantom Memorial Day Weekend BBQ
- Got very ill at the annual toastmantom Memorial Day Weekend BBQ
+ Visits to LA by mzsa, mittenz, wyckhurst, and eto_theipi
+ Went to the beach twice
+ The ants have gone away
+ Went to both a Rhett Miller concert and an Old 97's concert
+ Went to a great concert at the Hollywood Bowl
+ Went to Infected Mushroom and remembered to bring earplugs
- Inexplicable sudden total irrecoverable failure of my laptop's hard drive
- I am an idiot who does not make regular backups :(
- All my photos from 2008-2009 are now lost forever, along with all my music and all my writing
+ A friend gave me a replacement hard drive for free!!!!!
+ I still love my Sidekick
- It's having problems with the headset, so phone conversations have dwindled
+ Celebrated our 4th Chip-a-versary on July 19/20th!!!!
+ Chip seems to be doing really well
- Chip is misbehaving horribly every morning, clawing and biting me as early as 5 a.m. in his quest for food
+ Going to Vegas this weekend for bigkgbguy's annual birthday party!!!

Well, that about sums it up.

In the front row, at the Melt Show... I fell in love with you and that was three weeks hours ago...

Just came home after seeing my favorite band, the Old 97's, live. As always, they were amazing. It was equally amazing to be surrounded by so many fans, all of us knowing all the words, singing along with our favorites... cheering the new songs. Rhett is like a manic cricket, rollerskate skinny as he hops frenetically around the stage, spraying sweat and spittle all over the lucky denizens of the front row. He sang in French. In fucking French!

They're going to be in the Bay Area this weekend and I really really really recommend that SF peeps go see them live. They're at the Independent on Divis. More info here.

buttler, you can not miss this show. Amazing. Amazing!

Lonely, baby, I'm not lonely, baby, I've got my imaginary friends...

Ahem...

I love The Old 97's!

Such a great concert!!! I want to go see them again tomorrow. Waaaah!!!

More about the concert later, as I must now collapse in a tired heap.

There's nothing more pathetic than waiting endlessly for a phone call that never comes. But, of course, Rhett Miller said it best: If that phone don't ring one more time/I'm going to lose what's left of my mind...

I know it's stupid to hope it will still ring. It won't.

In other news, ( A charming anecdote about the hole in the wall in which I live )

Latest Crow Tallies:
Sunday: 5
Monday: 2
Tuesday:5
Today (Wednesday) so far:7

I think that the sparrows have a nest in the roof. I've suspected that lots of birds actually live up there, because I frequently hear their cheerful chirping. But lately, there's been numerous sparrow sightings on my windowsill, and I see them flying in a slightly angled trajectory. I imagine that they're landing on the roof.

There's probably a whole colony up there, and they are probably plotting against me.

Living on a really busy street has some disadvantages. At least once a day, there will be some kind of heated altercation at the bus stop under my windows. Last year, they replaced all the bus stop benches with a new standard bench. Unfortunately, this new bench can only be placed on pavement, and the sidewalk of the bus stop was dirt/grass. So they ripped away the old bench, but couldn't put in the new. So now, people waiting for the bus sit on the white picket fence (yes, I live in an apartment building with a white picket fence) and fight amongst themselves. All in all, I prefer the sparrows.

They're just so cute, you know, the way they hop everywhere.

I've switched CDs -- I love the Old 97s, but listening to Rhett sing about loneliness isn't working out too well for me today. Of course, I just realized that I missed his in-store performance on Wednesday, despite having written it down in two places. Ah well. It's not like I'm much of a fangirl anymore, on any level.

( Cowboy Mouth lyrics )

Stay tuned for how well that works out.

I haven't updated in a long time. Why? Well, Rhett Miller says it best:

I've been down, I've been down too far to care -
I keep getting in my car but I'm not going anywhere.
And I've been had, well at least that's how it looks -
And it's not funny like on TV and it's not smart like it is in books.

It's nice to be home even though it's so frigging cold in this house that I'm already sick after being back less than a week. I know that central heating costs a lot, but I also don't think it's normal for it to be 49 degrees inside your house! No, I'm sorry, I don't think I should be wearing my coat and hat and gloves inside. It's just wrong.

Today was really busy, yet time seemed to really be passing rather slowly all day. Part of it may be the drugs (kidding!). Part of it may be that I'm not feeling well, so everything's dragging. I'm just hoping that the massive amounts of soup and tea are going to cure me, because I don't want to spend my entire time up here sick.

Sleep now.

I feel really crowded by this room. There's stuff all over. I haven't paid my bills in a while, but I don't know where they are. I have so much junk. The room's strangling me to death.

The SO is coming back down from up north tonight. He will maybe take some stuff away when he leaves again. I am too wigged by other things to really want to think about any of it. The last few days have been stressful. The smoke alarm keeps chirping. I almost took a hammer to it last night.

This LJ thing is bad for me already, I can tell.

Current thought inspired by the Old 97s: If this fucking phone rings one more time, I'll probably lose what's left of my mind.

EDIT: In a stunning display of irony, shortly after posting this entry, I tripped on some of the junk on the floor while running to get the door and skinned my leg in three places. My leg is throbbing like a house on fire while I sit here, feeling trapped. Happy day!