Putting this out there

So, the unimportant news of the late.

I had a massage this morning and I was told that my back is way more problematic(read:screwed up) than a person my age should have. Great. Just what I needed - another reminder that I'm way older than what my passport says. Now it's not only what I think in my head - it's what my body says and a masseuse can tell in 5 minutes.

In other news - it seems I may not be able to go to that concert I was looking forward to tonight. It's a piano/symphonic orchestra concert and there's Sibelius in the programme and I have a thing for Sibelius. He's very.. Well, I suppose the word most fitting would be romantic or just lyrical maybe. And that's how I like my classical music. They'll be playing also some Chopin and some Brahms, if I remember correctly. But the Romance by Sibelius is one of those things I've always wanted to hear in person.

Well, so far it appears I won't be able to go for reasons I'm not at liberty to discuss right now. I shall let you know as soon as I find out. Keep fingers crossed or pray - whichever is more your way of doing things.

After that cello concert me and Ema went to(alright, and a bunch of other folk, my Mom and sister including) I've been on a high.

You could say I have a fever and the only cure is more cowbell, I mean more strings. You're welcome, the one person who got this joke.

In other news - I'm still terrified of returning to London. I have nowhere to live and I don't know if I sent in my application for loan early enough, and then I'm unsure about how the whole studying thing is gonna work and I don't really want to go to Trent Park every Thursday morning so I see myself skipping a bunch of Spanish classes which is never a good thing. And I need to find a job and I have no idea where to start seeing how little experience I have(how little of it is admissable as experience on a CV) and how timid I tend to be in these matters. Oh, if there only was a cosy little hotel looking for someone to stand behind the desk and be nice to strangers. I can do that, you know, I'm actually surprisingly good at it, I'll have you know.

And anyway, I'm just worried.

I'm worried Orinta will eventually run away to Spain and never come back, and it will be pretty sucky without her. And I worry that I won't see Hema as often now that we won't be living in the same place. This is frustrating.

I really hate uncertainty, I would give up all the thrills in the world for good, common stability and a safe, boring life. I like safe.

P.S. Oh, but weren't Emmys lovely? Not the whole awards thing, since they refuse to already give Hugh Laurie that Emmy for years. No, I was more into the giant SNL reunion, so many people I love there. Oh, and Amy was there only three weeks after giving birth to their second kid - and looked absolutely fabulous! Does Will Arnett know what a fantastic wife he's got? I hope he does. And wasn't Tina downright fantastic? The dancing and how she had Jimmy's back - she was nearly a second host there. And Coco came and was wonderful to everyone and reminded us all why we love him so dearly. And George - oh, how adorable and lovable he is!

I know you probably don't care as much as I do, but television is a big deal for me even though I hardly ever turn on the TV. All those people are pretty much my friends apart from the fact that we're not really friends - I just care for them as if they were. And they're great people, you know. And they make great television.