Let's Hope It's Just a Phase (mopiness)
I'm down to part-time now in college. Maybe more on that later, but it's not too needing-to-be-discussed at the moment.
Anyways, I have this possibly enjoyable midterm that's long overdue for my Grammar + Sentence Structure class. I was 25 minutes late to leave for the bus this morning, so I went back to bed and intermittently slept/listened to a radio talk show 'till about 11:30, then I put on my coat and backpack, took out the screen, climbed up out of the window, circled around to the back door, let myself in, and greeted Grandma, then went back down to my room. I spent the rest of the day doing I don't know what, but it included reading a lot, snacking on apples and nachos, remembering to feed my chubby pup, spending quality hyper-time with the littler cousins, "communing" with the bigger cousin, watching two episodes of Buffy on my computer, and I guess staring into space... or something. Anyways, it's 9:13 PM, so I must have done something for the rest of that time. Oh, I listened to some songs by the absolutely breathtaking Neko Case and Her Boyfriends. More on her later. And I had Transylvanian Concubine by Rasputina whirling around in my head for half the day- making me dizzy and nauseous. And discovered the fruit flies' ground zero.
Hmm, my day sounds a lot more eventful than it actually was, because here I am sitting at 9:26 PM and, per usual, wondering where the day went off to. Should probably do some laundry.
Now, back to the main reason for doing this entry:
After the conclusion of the two Buffy's, I got up off the bed and went to the stairs, feeling quiet and slinky in my black body-hugging clothes moving through the shadowy basement (night had come outside before I'd had the chance to turn on the lights), going silently up the stairs to the twilit kitchen and listening to the radio while making cinnamon and sugar toast in the dark. Yum, that toast was good- warm, sweet, and soft in pre-sliced French bread. Station-surfing I came upon this song pretending to be a bubblegum pop ballad- or maybe it is one, I don't know. But... The girl's voice had a quality to it, an uncommon (in pop) sort of scratchy weariness that seemed genuine, yet she sang encouragement. And there were lovely moody interval drops in minor that had me thinking this might be a cover of some song from a musical.
I'm not sure, but I think it was Christina Aguilera singing, and I think the song was called "Words Can't Bring You Down", but it certainly gave me a moment, and kind of fit my mood and setting perfectly (though not the mediocre lyrics, which I didn't bother listening to).
( Some fun quizzes )
Anyways, I have this possibly enjoyable midterm that's long overdue for my Grammar + Sentence Structure class. I was 25 minutes late to leave for the bus this morning, so I went back to bed and intermittently slept/listened to a radio talk show 'till about 11:30, then I put on my coat and backpack, took out the screen, climbed up out of the window, circled around to the back door, let myself in, and greeted Grandma, then went back down to my room. I spent the rest of the day doing I don't know what, but it included reading a lot, snacking on apples and nachos, remembering to feed my chubby pup, spending quality hyper-time with the littler cousins, "communing" with the bigger cousin, watching two episodes of Buffy on my computer, and I guess staring into space... or something. Anyways, it's 9:13 PM, so I must have done something for the rest of that time. Oh, I listened to some songs by the absolutely breathtaking Neko Case and Her Boyfriends. More on her later. And I had Transylvanian Concubine by Rasputina whirling around in my head for half the day- making me dizzy and nauseous. And discovered the fruit flies' ground zero.
Hmm, my day sounds a lot more eventful than it actually was, because here I am sitting at 9:26 PM and, per usual, wondering where the day went off to. Should probably do some laundry.
Now, back to the main reason for doing this entry:
After the conclusion of the two Buffy's, I got up off the bed and went to the stairs, feeling quiet and slinky in my black body-hugging clothes moving through the shadowy basement (night had come outside before I'd had the chance to turn on the lights), going silently up the stairs to the twilit kitchen and listening to the radio while making cinnamon and sugar toast in the dark. Yum, that toast was good- warm, sweet, and soft in pre-sliced French bread. Station-surfing I came upon this song pretending to be a bubblegum pop ballad- or maybe it is one, I don't know. But... The girl's voice had a quality to it, an uncommon (in pop) sort of scratchy weariness that seemed genuine, yet she sang encouragement. And there were lovely moody interval drops in minor that had me thinking this might be a cover of some song from a musical.
I'm not sure, but I think it was Christina Aguilera singing, and I think the song was called "Words Can't Bring You Down", but it certainly gave me a moment, and kind of fit my mood and setting perfectly (though not the mediocre lyrics, which I didn't bother listening to).
( Some fun quizzes )