Today's Special: Katy's Brain Diarrhea

I am bored at work today. I started my job two weeks ago so I don't have too much knowledge about anything yet to find something worth-while to do today. It's the day before Thanksgiving. All is quiet at 1340 Centre Street.


It's my burfday this Sunday, and I've started to notice crow's feet in the corner of my eyes!! I know I'm not old, but I'm not getting any younger!



I have exactly $12.61 in my checking account right now (and that's after I shifted the last of my savings' account money into my checking account!), and I'll need to take my container of change to Coinstar after work today so I'll be able to afford enough gas to get myself to Cape Cod later today. I've been spending a lot less money on unnecessary things recently, but I've been without a paycheck in three weeks thanks to my job transition. Those bills are still due regardless.



Last weekend, I took the telescope outside on a beautifully clear night in Chatham and pointed it towards Comet Holmes/17P. It was absolutely amazing! According to articles I've read over the last few weeks, the comet combined with it's debris field is larger than the sun! That's pretty gosh-darn impressive. I thought it looked like a jellyfish or a horseshoe crab through the telescope. It was white and fuzzy, and had a beautiful curve on one side of it. While I was outside, I also saw a great meteor streak by- almost a fireball it was so bright! Thank you Leonids!



I've been feeling really bummed lately about "losing" a friend of mine. He is an ex-boyfriend who I thought I was on good terms with, but he hasn't given me the time of day in almost two months, and it's really starting to bother me that he's written me off. I had a dream about him last night, and it was a beautiful dream. I ran into him on our street, and he ran up to me and gave me a huge long-lasting hug. It was one of those dreams we've all had... a beautiful dream we wake from and damn it to hell... it wasn't real. All I want is my friend back and to not feel like I've been forgotten.



I went to Medway yesterday, and spent all afternoon and evening in the recording studio for my band's new album. There's nothing like recording tracks for an album... it's like someone takes a big ass mirror and holds it up to your face so you can see every single imperfection and blemish. In the end, I finished recording my trombone parts for three songs and my vocals for one. Hopefully, that will be the longest and hardest day I have in the studio. I tried not to get frustrated, but I think everyone shares the same experience... oh wait... except for S.J. Tucker. She is amazing, and every single take of her vocal tracks were mind-blowing.



Also in band news, we're heading out to Goshen in western Massachusetts on Friday for a big party/DVD shoot. I have no idea what this is all going to look like, but it's going to be something like the band with all our friends around a bonfire having a blast... in the freezing cold. I have to decide what I'm going to wear exactly. Jason says we should all have a tribal look. I'm thinking all black and some crazy hair falls... somehow wearing enough layers to look both fabulous and stay warm. The party is also a four-way birthday celebration for Jason, Jake, Tiffany and myself. We're going to Sag-it-out, yo.



That is all the brain diarrhea for now, I think.



To end on a light note... check out this funny shit: