Friday, September 10, 2004

   Schubert, adult diapers, and an organ virtuoso out of Germany (and not in that particular order)
so i'm typing to inform ya'all of a little incident that occured last night.i hope you find it very amusing, because it was rather painful at the time.

some of you may know that my grandma had a stroke like, 4 years ago, and she's paralyzed, and mom and my aunt have been caring for her ever since. so she's almost entirely paralyzed, and also loosing her mind. so now you know the facts. and now i must broach the very delicate, adn usually unpleasant subject of adult diapers. because it's utterly necessary. we usually keep the packs of 20 stocked up at grandma's, (3-4 changes a day means a lot of diapers), but my aunt was sick and felt too crummy to go out and buy any. so after dinner yesterday mom was changing grandma and realized that they're out of diapers. so this necessitated dad and i (we couldn't let him go alone because he dosen't seem to be able to pick out the kind grandma needs, and mom could instruct me on which to get) to make a run to the local drugstore. we're in a big rush, contemplating what...er....um...i'll leave it to your imagination, but let's just say, "inconviences" could result if we were too late coming back. so we hit the door of the drugstore at almost a run, and i speedwalk down the main aisle, looking for the sign that would indicate this was the Aisle OF Diapers *said in a big scary voice* and i see this teenaged guy wearing a Jack t-shirt (from Nighmare before Christmas) and i kind a begin to feel a little silly because i'm speedwaling up and down all these aisles, looking for the right one, and i keep running into him. i finally find the aisle, am able to identify the correct diaper make and model, grab a pack, and realize that dad is nowhere in sight. i then try to walk around the store to locate him, carrying this big diaper box/bag/package with me. i'm trying to hold it to the side, so it is'nt so blatantly obvious what the thing is, but it's kinda hard to hide. it's so big, i can just barely hold onto it: 2' by 1.5' by .5' (yes i mean ' [ft.] not ") so i'm struggling with this giant adult diaper package and guess who i run into? the guy! he just kinda looked at me, and kept walking. *shudders* i don't think i have any personal dignity left at this point, i've been utterly humilaited in my life far too often. so i finally run into dad, coming out of the bathroom. hey, ya gotta go ya gotta go, eh? *shakes head* he said something like "oh, i hope i wasn't in here too long" *smacks forehead* i was a good daughter and responded "oh no not reallly" instead of what i was thinking. we paid for the diapers and left. *gags*

in utterly unrelated news i had an odd request made of me by my psyco organ teacher. he was 10 min. late to my last lesson, and then he had to leave in the middle of it and go make a few telephone calls. *shakes head* then he came back and asked me what my schedule was like for a couple of weeks from now, real cryptically. i'll just cut to the point and explain, adn not go through all the convoluted questions and answers he took to get there. we have a really kick-ass pipe organ up here on campus, and each year there's a series of recitals by top artists that he cooridinates. this year all the artists are international competition winners. this first one is from Germany. he's comming into town for the recital on the 21st sometime the week before it, and will be staying at the airport hilton. my psycho organ teacher would like me to give him rides whenever he needs it, from the hotel to up on campus to practice. i'm supposed to leave campus after my first class is done at 9:20, drive 30 min across town, pick the dude up and drive 30 min. back to get to class at 10:30. yeah. i don't care if he's this hot shot who won the big international $35,000 organ contest 5 years ago when he was 20. he can call a cab for all i care! but my teacher did that creepy-looking-in-the-eyes thing and said it'd be a personal favor and he'd be indebted to me and i couldn't refuse because i knew the concequences: him being even grumpier. *grrrr* my only major concern (other than inconvience, other than being late to class, other than gas prices, etc.) is the general ugliness of my car. mr. fancypantsorgandude will probably just look at it and feel the need for a tetnus shot and a lint brush. i brought this up to my teacher, but he said, "oh it dosnet matter. he just needs a ride," and totally dismissed all of my objections. but of course, as i've said, i have no personal dignity left.

in totally unrelated happy news, i'm getting to play an impromptu by my fav hottie, Schubert. [imprompu=something he just improvised at a dinner party one evening, for fun, and his buddies wrote down as he played it.] *sighs over the virtuosity*

duo showed me a few episodes of DNAngel adn i LOVE it !!!!!!!!! hiwatarii (spelling?????) is SOOO HOTT!!!!!!!!! and so is Daisuke, and so is Dark, and so is everyone else!!!!!(well, except for the 2 girls. and his mom. and his grandpa. adn, well yeah not everyone. *shakes head* *twiches* never mind.)

well, it's another disgustingly sunny day and i have to go eat lunch by myself in a corner, near some abstract statue.
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