21.07.98
The Cassandra-esque qualities of my last entry have all been fulfilled. I have been to Lillith Fair and I started my swing class. Lillith was goldarn *Awesome*. Massive props to my best bud Becky for taking me with her--it just rocked. The Indigo Girls were my personal favorite, they were making so much real music up there, and it was just incredibly beautiful and minndblowing and super-maus and we cheered and screamed for them both. ////Soundtrack of my mind starts playing the Shaming of the Sun CD//// They premiered some new songs too, so it was just too snurflehuggably-neato. Sarah McLauchlan was also gorgeous--in a blue dress that I truly covet, she sang like an angel and did all these gorgeous songs that everyone knew all the words too, and when we sang along nobody was out of tune or off, or faking the words and it was stupenderous. ////Mental audio quick-flash to the song that goes "Your love is better than ice cream...."////
Anyways, so that was Lillith Fair--I got a t-shirt that everytime my little sister sees it, she starts bouncing up and down and screaming "Naked lady, Naked lady, naked lady, nakedlady, nakedlady,nakedladynakedladynakedlady...." cause it has a drawing of Lillith nude on the front. Anyways, that was Saturday. Sunday I lazed about, which was much fun, and cleaned my room and other anciliary stuff. Monday I had actual work, but that was okay, because Mondays are like that, and it was especially okay because I had Swing class in the evening. Three hours of sweaty madness with this teacher that is really a throwback to some other era, but it was fun nonetheless, and I think I'll really learn how by the end of the class. ////Brian Setzer Orchestra playing Jump Jive and Wail have taaken over the contols of the audiophonic section of my skull.//// If anyone out there actually reads this, and is looking for a swing partner that follows pretty good when she doesn't get dizzy, I'm your woman. Ummm... yeah.
So, I guess I'll catch you later, cats and daddies all.
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