my evening has, naturally, been consumed by listening to the B&S show. fantastic. they did 4 of the old ones: "jonathan david," "photo jenny," "the boy with the arab strap," and "get me away from here, I'm dying." of course I got all teary when they did those. lots of Christmas songs, including the best version of "o little town of Bethlehem" ever. it could only be described as swingin'. they did some with a choir, which was cool. they also did two new songs. one was called "step into my office, baby." I didn't catch the name of the other one. both were GREAT, and I hope that they announce an upcoming EP soon.

it's official; music is becoming way too crucial for me. last month I had that dream involving All Girl Summer Fun Band and Steve Albini, and last night Les Savy Fav made an appearance in a dream. the rest of the dream was sort of a movie involving Susan Sarandon moving herself and her children to D.C. for some reason it wasn't safe for them there. it all took place in the mid 70s (except for the LSF bit). strange.

I also had a dream about Gothfield (that's my dream version of Bluefield; it's very shady and there are lots of nefarious characters about. I'm always uptown and there are lots more businesses than there really are. it's much more interesting than the real thing.). I went into the library and told the desk worker that I'd checked out a book but left it there. they tried to find it and couldn't. I left and went walking up Commerce Street to my car, but it was much steeper than it should've been. I finally had to climb up a pine tree to reach the top. when I got there some scary guys were hanging around the car. then I woke up. I dunno.

last dream was about Hunky Santa. right before I went to bed I watched this news segment about a mall in L.A. where, instead of a regular Santa Claus, they have this really hot guy in a red spandex tank top and traditional Santa hat/pants let whomever come and sit on his lap. they showed all these middle-aged housewives asking him to come down their chimneys, then one cute but flaming guy who, when asked, thought for a second and said, "um...heh...world peace?" yeah. I dreamed about Hunky Santa.

I've got various and sundry things to do this eve, and should get movin.

oh, AND. in case anyone reads this in the meantime and cares. tomorrow night...I mean, tonight...anyway, Wednesday night. at 5:00 p.m. Eastern time. paste this into your browser and go (sorry but hyperlink insertion isn't working):

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/radio1.shtml

my beloved Belle and Sebastian are doing a John Peel session for BBC and will be webcasting. doin some Xmas carols, too. I'm so excited I plan on changing pants several times tomorrow. if you miss it and want to hear, they keep the shows archived at the site. God bless em.

and I love it when pals phone me, but if you value your life do NOT call until at least a couple hours after five. mommy dearest will be fielding calls as I will be making love to my computer speakers.

well, I'm at home. that pretty much sums it up. ain't doin nuthin but eating, watching reruns, and contributing to the stellar long distance bill that the 'rents will get this month. and it's only been a few days. seriously, I'm glad to have the time off. once I got my final paper turned in for K-Tins, I was able to relax and intend to do so for quite some time. my only stressor is being away from a particular gentleman who has the unmitigated gall to spend his break six hours away from me. I'll be quietly enjoying a beer and chortling at Designing Women, not a care in the world, then I'll realize that something crucial is missing. ya hear that, hoebag? it's fuckin irritating! that's it; I'm going to Wal-Mart and buying a body pillow.

getting my final grades was such a relief. skated by in Godard's with a C-, currently have a B in Tinsley (could be raised once she grades my final), an A- in COWing and a big fat A for my internship. yee haw! still pulled my GPA down to a 3.42 overall. nothing to whine about, but it'd be nice to graduate with honors (need a 3.5 for that). we'll see what I can do in the spring.

so Cassie might be moving back to the Boro. that'd be totally sweet. only she wants to share a place with me, and I'm already sharing one with J. I swear, my life is totally going to become Reality Bites. as long as I'm not Ethan Hawke's character. he was such a dick.

Xmas tree got put up tonight. very purty. parents giving two dinner parties this weekend, one for 6 and one for like 14. yeesh. why do we cram all our entertaining into the holiday season when so much other crap is going on? I...I...I...

random observation: you know, J also noticed that jock guys have a greater incidence of oral fixation than most people. five minutes into a class, pens always in mouths. I was thinking about how they often guzzle beer and how phallic beer bottles are. I've heard of many an athletic closet case. is it any wonder?

note to self: don't forget the Hey Remember the 90s you thought of tonite. hint: the program on tugboats you watched. and yes, it IS the band it sounds like.