The Ides of March and Dentists and Hair
Mar. 15th, 2006 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaSoothsayer: Beware the Ides of March.
Caesar: What's the Ides of March?
Soothsayer: The 15th of March.
Caesar (checking his watch): Oh, that's today!
Soothsayer: *STAB.*
Ahh, the Ides of March. Anniversary of one of the greatest betrayals in history. My self-proclaimed birthday of Peter Pettigrew (for my roleplay, you see-- precisely because of the former reason; I'm so clever! Lol . . . ).![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hedgemaster's birthday. Two months until my birthday.
Woot.
It's also full moon; I am wearing my Moony shirt.
I went to the dentist today (and I kept thinking of the song in Little Shop of Horrors and the prospect of dentists being 1) sadistic and 2) Brock, both of which are kind of scary, lol . . . ). I have perfect teeth. Yippee, hooray (I hope that stays the case for some quite long time, lol . . . )!
I have a hair appointment at 1:00. I am going to have to cut some substantial inchesness of fried-feeling hair off the bottom, lol . . . it's not going to be a big change, or anything, but I'm going to be quite relieved, lol . . .
Edit (1:47 pm): Ahh! I have no hair!
No, I have plenty of hair-- but I did cut a lot off, about four or five inches, actually. It now actually stays thick at the bottom, lol . . .
Speaking of Shakespeare, as I did above, I heard a weird ad involving someone reciting Romeo's first soliloquy on behalf of Juliet (in the party scene, where they first meet, when he first sees her, etc . . . ) to a Shrimp Scampi. Wow. I want that Shrimp Scampi now. I like Shrimp Scampi, but a Shakespearian Shrimp Scampi . . . lol . . .
I can now play the (well, a-- it may not be exactly right-- and there are several that it intertwines between) the bottom part of "The Piano Duet" from The Corpse Bride. Woot!
Caesar: What's the Ides of March?
Soothsayer: The 15th of March.
Caesar (checking his watch): Oh, that's today!
Soothsayer: *STAB.*
Ahh, the Ides of March. Anniversary of one of the greatest betrayals in history. My self-proclaimed birthday of Peter Pettigrew (for my roleplay, you see-- precisely because of the former reason; I'm so clever! Lol . . . ).
hedgemaster's birthday. Two months until my birthday.Woot.
It's also full moon; I am wearing my Moony shirt.
I went to the dentist today (and I kept thinking of the song in Little Shop of Horrors and the prospect of dentists being 1) sadistic and 2) Brock, both of which are kind of scary, lol . . . ). I have perfect teeth. Yippee, hooray (I hope that stays the case for some quite long time, lol . . . )!
I have a hair appointment at 1:00. I am going to have to cut some substantial inchesness of fried-feeling hair off the bottom, lol . . . it's not going to be a big change, or anything, but I'm going to be quite relieved, lol . . .
Edit (1:47 pm): Ahh! I have no hair!
No, I have plenty of hair-- but I did cut a lot off, about four or five inches, actually. It now actually stays thick at the bottom, lol . . .
Speaking of Shakespeare, as I did above, I heard a weird ad involving someone reciting Romeo's first soliloquy on behalf of Juliet (in the party scene, where they first meet, when he first sees her, etc . . . ) to a Shrimp Scampi. Wow. I want that Shrimp Scampi now. I like Shrimp Scampi, but a Shakespearian Shrimp Scampi . . . lol . . .
I can now play the (well, a-- it may not be exactly right-- and there are several that it intertwines between) the bottom part of "The Piano Duet" from The Corpse Bride. Woot!
