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Holy *crap* but it's been a busy couple of days. Usually, when you don't hear from me, it's either because i'm superbusy or superlazy, and nothing lazy here. And i miss it. I'm a lazy bastard to the core. I just look like i'm getting stuff accomplished, but pay no attention to the goofus behind the curtain!

Mailed off all my pumpkin packages and cards this afternoon too. In fact, one of the things that kept me busy was redoing the "Freaks and Geeks" mix tape. Don't you love it when your tapes have *just* enough room for all the shit you wanted to put on them? I do! There should be a word for the feeling of anxiety that you get worrying whether you'll have enough room for everything, and worse yet, which song to scrap.

But everything worked out in the end. Man, if any of those songs had been 15 seconds longer i would've been dead meat.

So here i was, patting myself on the back and making "good job" noises, when i realized (as i was typing up the songlist) that i'd put "Smokin'" on the tape twice.

(put heavy metal fist in the air, then puts it down because she looks like a dork)

I mean, it's a cool song and all, but *sheesh*. So i tweaked it once more and everything still came out ok. Not my best mix, but i like it just fine.

I always liked putting down music onto tapes to listen to in the car, but it wasn't until Vali showed me www.artofthemix.org that i realized that there was a method to the madness, and it opened up the ol' floodgates.

I love writing down ideas for mixes and trying to find enough songs to actually make it work. Sometimes it works great; sometimes not, but i love to experiment. I love running through my cds and see if a song or singer jumps out at me. Sometimes my cd tower jumps out at me-- it's rather rickety-- and oy, the carnage. It's also led to increased expenditures as i troll ebay for cheap cassettes that'll have the songs i want, or begging Vali for copies or napster dls or running to Soundgarden on the weekends with Caryl-Sue and having intensely personal or just downright *odd* conversations.

I've got a couple more ideas for songtapes- one is a "Dance yer Polish keister off" mix that Vali and I are working on. In fact, i'm now just remembering that i was going to send her the song choices that she wanted. And that i forgot to check out "Go" from the library tonight. Goddamnit. Oh well, that's why i'm bringing the ESOL class to the library tomorrow. See, i *knew* there was another reason besides 'i really don't want to do a lesson plan on Thursday'!

Speaking of the library, i was hunting down something, anything by Eddie Cochran for the dance mix, and while i didn't find the song i was looking for, i happened to stumble on the song "I only have eyes for you" by The Flamingos. It's quite possibly my favorite all-time love song, and i hadn't heard it in years. and it just happened to be at my branch. Fate smiled and i hit repeat many times and slow danced and held the fake microphone in front of my face, thinking of embarrassing myself in strange karaoke scenarios...

And after i left the library i grabbed some chinese food and went to get s'thing to drink, when i stopped by the pickle section and by god, i wanted a pickle just then. So i paced back and forth looking for the bestest and tastiest form of the pickle could take at the most reasonable price when i thought that i must be pregnant. Which could only mean that Vali is the father, so i giggled to myself thinking of her putting on her roughneck jock voice going, "Hey toots, it ain't my fault-- i pulled out before we was finished!" when i heard a Steely Dan song being piped through the store. Which gave me a very happy romantic moment. I grinned like a loon right there in the pickle section. Some dancing might have taken place, but i was still wearing the green suit.

I came home and am now listening to some really nice music, drinking a little wine and am pleasantly full from Chinese concoctions. The term "happy camper" was made for this feeling. I wasn't with Vali this time last year, but i still wasn't lonely. That only happened one *particularly special* year when an ex-boyfriend broke up with me the week before. In hindsight he did the right thing, and thank the gods for that, but at the time, a more brokenhearted chick never walked the planet.

after that i started to see saw V-day as a time to tell everyone i love them. I had to, because the romantic ideal wasn't working for me. I got tired of feeling that i didn't measure up somehow because i didn't have a romantic attachment and started paying more attention to telling my friends that i think they kick mondo behind. It's like Thanksgiving in a way, but with more chocolate. :-)

But now that i do have a special someone, it has made me feel even more determined to tell my friends that. Kind of like thanking providence in a way.

So, to my best girl and to all my pals and my bro and sis and Mom and Shelly and assorted loveable kitties, Happy Valentine's Day. I love you!