Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Writer's block and leftover love songs
Blurgh.
I just played guitar for the last two hours, and nothing, yes, NOTHING new came out of my fingertips. Also, nothing new came out of me. At all. Honestly, if you gave me something silly to write a song about, I could do it. I'm good with rhymes, times, things like that, whatever, no problem. If I actually try to do as other people do, and write from my head or heart, it's so much more difficult. It's almost painful to feel so many things and not be able to get them out.
I learned how to play "Oh, It Is Love" by Hellogoodbye and just played a ton of Elliott (who is currently playing on my iTunes). The earlier version of Miss Misery (New Moon) is pretty excellent. Le sigh.....what else?
Oh, haha. So, yesterday was my birthday. I was all pumped to have cooking night with Super Jess, but rainchecked on that so I could be around for A-dog. A-dog went far, far away. I ended up going to the Forge with Caitlin, and ended up participating in the keg toss. The place was a little too crowded for my liking, and Cait's, so we spent most of it outside. All in all, an alright day, but still sad not to having baking time. I am such a freak.
Tomorrow is Monday? Why does that seem weird? I really wish it were next Monday....I need to get my car fixed, and am slightly relieved to be getting away for a few days. Granted, I'm now booked solid for my entire duration of Boston happy funtimes, but hey. Whatever. And I get to move in with Parker next Tuesday! Nice. Again, blurgh, as my arm is very sore, and I am cranky, and honestly, why do people text me when they see Libby out at a club? It is not a surprising thing that she is there, and also, I do not live in Rochester or Boston or Brooklyn, so what the hell do I care? I don't mean to sound heartless, but I don't want to hear about her. Really. She has opted to not be a part of my life, and not being part of my life means, you know. Not. Blecch.
I'm going to stop whining and make a playlist now. Yeah? Yeah. Also.......still in some trouble.
(I decided to start linking to YouTube because IMEEM requires a membership.)
Hellogoodbye- Oh, It Is Love
10cc- I'm Not in Love
Barry White- Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Vivian Green- No Sittin' By the Phone
Phish covering ZZ Top- Jesus Left Chicago
Louis XIV- Air Traffic Control
Spacehog- In the Meantime
Everclear- Santa Monica
Green Day- Pulling Teeth
Julia Nunes- L-O-V-E
Oh, Julia. Yay! Didn't even notice that she had that up around Valentine's Day.
I just played guitar for the last two hours, and nothing, yes, NOTHING new came out of my fingertips. Also, nothing new came out of me. At all. Honestly, if you gave me something silly to write a song about, I could do it. I'm good with rhymes, times, things like that, whatever, no problem. If I actually try to do as other people do, and write from my head or heart, it's so much more difficult. It's almost painful to feel so many things and not be able to get them out.
I learned how to play "Oh, It Is Love" by Hellogoodbye and just played a ton of Elliott (who is currently playing on my iTunes). The earlier version of Miss Misery (New Moon) is pretty excellent. Le sigh.....what else?
Oh, haha. So, yesterday was my birthday. I was all pumped to have cooking night with Super Jess, but rainchecked on that so I could be around for A-dog. A-dog went far, far away. I ended up going to the Forge with Caitlin, and ended up participating in the keg toss. The place was a little too crowded for my liking, and Cait's, so we spent most of it outside. All in all, an alright day, but still sad not to having baking time. I am such a freak.
Tomorrow is Monday? Why does that seem weird? I really wish it were next Monday....I need to get my car fixed, and am slightly relieved to be getting away for a few days. Granted, I'm now booked solid for my entire duration of Boston happy funtimes, but hey. Whatever. And I get to move in with Parker next Tuesday! Nice. Again, blurgh, as my arm is very sore, and I am cranky, and honestly, why do people text me when they see Libby out at a club? It is not a surprising thing that she is there, and also, I do not live in Rochester or Boston or Brooklyn, so what the hell do I care? I don't mean to sound heartless, but I don't want to hear about her. Really. She has opted to not be a part of my life, and not being part of my life means, you know. Not. Blecch.
I'm going to stop whining and make a playlist now. Yeah? Yeah. Also.......still in some trouble.
(I decided to start linking to YouTube because IMEEM requires a membership.)
Hellogoodbye- Oh, It Is Love
10cc- I'm Not in Love
Barry White- Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Vivian Green- No Sittin' By the Phone
Phish covering ZZ Top- Jesus Left Chicago
Louis XIV- Air Traffic Control
Spacehog- In the Meantime
Everclear- Santa Monica
Green Day- Pulling Teeth
Julia Nunes- L-O-V-E
Oh, Julia. Yay! Didn't even notice that she had that up around Valentine's Day.
Friday, October 23, 2009
The night may not be young, but I am.
Can I just swerve away from the normal banter that I usually start carrying on and just express how much I love dogs? I went to Caitlin's house last night, and her dog- a 4 1/2 year old rescued pit bull that endured Hurricane Katrina- made me remember just how much I do, indeed, love dogs. They want to play, have their bellies rubbed, and yeah, they might poop on the carpet because of separation anxiety, but they are dogs- it happens. You pick it up, clean the floor, and hang out with your dog. Love dogs.
Anyway. The service for Allison's mother was this evening. She seemed surprised to see me there. How could I not be there? Maybe she just thought I didn't know. I didn't want to leave her, she said she didn't know half of the people there, and her father showed up, which is awkward, because her mother was not even close to a fan of him, nor was she. I know she is a strong person, but I also know what it's like to go through that, and yeah, you can be strong, but it's still going to wreck you. She said she was feeling numb, which makes perfect sense. I just wish I could do something more proactive for her. She is a really great person, and like I said before, her mother raised her, so she gets credit, too. When the alternator in my car went today, I burst into tears. I was angry. Not about the car- that is just annoying. I was angry that this happens, and yes, I understand that we have the cycle of life and death, and it is better for people to die when they are suffering than to live just to make other people not feel the loss just yet. But anger- not my strongest suit, and only apparent in grieving- struck hard today. Anger toward cancer, anger toward the inevitable bad things happening to good people. It isn't directed at any person or entity, it just is what it is; anger. A frustration with life, because sometimes life is what seems to be unfair. Anger that this is happening in Allison's life.
I didn't know what to say, other than an awkward happy birthday. Really good to see her, sadly because of this. Maybe I can make her some cannoli or pizelle, or we can go on a cocoa run. I don't know. Nothing will help, but at least it won't hurt any more?
What else. Hmm. Didn't sleep much last night. At all. Really. I saw my doctor yesterday- she was very helpful in trying to get me into another Neurology office, but in Springfield. Yikes. 45 minutes from Lee. She is very supportive, I like her- she talks to me like I am a peer, which, I suppose, isn't exactly professional, but still nice. She also told me that she sent my records to my recruiter- which, also, obviously, I am having second and third thoughts about......I told Caitlin about it, and she countered me with volunteering in Haiti. I am not opposed to going with her to Haiti, but her saying that reminded me of my application for volunteer work in the West Bank, which I appreciate. Sometimes, I lose sight of things. Maybe I will go to Haiti next year.
Rawr. So. Yeah. Still haven't rid myself of crushing. But that's OK. I'll just mask it with....a good playlist.
Music is proverbial duct tape.
The Beta Band- Dry the Rain
Billie Holiday- Let's Call a Heart a Heart
Nina Simone- I Want A Little Sugar in My Bowl
No and the Maybes- Monday
City and Colour- Sleeping Sickness
The Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Robots Part 1
Ben Harper- She's Only Happy in the Sun
Gossip- Swing Low
Howling Bells- Cities Burning Down Again
Jennifer Gentle- I Do Dream You
Awesome, it's half past midnight. I am officially 26 years old. Awkward.
Anyway. The service for Allison's mother was this evening. She seemed surprised to see me there. How could I not be there? Maybe she just thought I didn't know. I didn't want to leave her, she said she didn't know half of the people there, and her father showed up, which is awkward, because her mother was not even close to a fan of him, nor was she. I know she is a strong person, but I also know what it's like to go through that, and yeah, you can be strong, but it's still going to wreck you. She said she was feeling numb, which makes perfect sense. I just wish I could do something more proactive for her. She is a really great person, and like I said before, her mother raised her, so she gets credit, too. When the alternator in my car went today, I burst into tears. I was angry. Not about the car- that is just annoying. I was angry that this happens, and yes, I understand that we have the cycle of life and death, and it is better for people to die when they are suffering than to live just to make other people not feel the loss just yet. But anger- not my strongest suit, and only apparent in grieving- struck hard today. Anger toward cancer, anger toward the inevitable bad things happening to good people. It isn't directed at any person or entity, it just is what it is; anger. A frustration with life, because sometimes life is what seems to be unfair. Anger that this is happening in Allison's life.
I didn't know what to say, other than an awkward happy birthday. Really good to see her, sadly because of this. Maybe I can make her some cannoli or pizelle, or we can go on a cocoa run. I don't know. Nothing will help, but at least it won't hurt any more?
What else. Hmm. Didn't sleep much last night. At all. Really. I saw my doctor yesterday- she was very helpful in trying to get me into another Neurology office, but in Springfield. Yikes. 45 minutes from Lee. She is very supportive, I like her- she talks to me like I am a peer, which, I suppose, isn't exactly professional, but still nice. She also told me that she sent my records to my recruiter- which, also, obviously, I am having second and third thoughts about......I told Caitlin about it, and she countered me with volunteering in Haiti. I am not opposed to going with her to Haiti, but her saying that reminded me of my application for volunteer work in the West Bank, which I appreciate. Sometimes, I lose sight of things. Maybe I will go to Haiti next year.
Rawr. So. Yeah. Still haven't rid myself of crushing. But that's OK. I'll just mask it with....a good playlist.
Music is proverbial duct tape.
The Beta Band- Dry the Rain
Billie Holiday- Let's Call a Heart a Heart
Nina Simone- I Want A Little Sugar in My Bowl
No and the Maybes- Monday
City and Colour- Sleeping Sickness
The Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Robots Part 1
Ben Harper- She's Only Happy in the Sun
Gossip- Swing Low
Howling Bells- Cities Burning Down Again
Jennifer Gentle- I Do Dream You
Awesome, it's half past midnight. I am officially 26 years old. Awkward.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Interconnectivity and death?
I just read this maybe ten minutes ago.
I discovered this tragedy because Allison and I have the same birthday. I decided to go to her Facebook page to leave her a little Happy Birthday message, and saw that a tragedy had occurred. I was also looking at the dates and ages and things....so strange. Same age as mama when she died, same illness, and she died on mama's birthday. Just reading it over, my eyes well up with tears. It might be a grieving thing, but when someone loses a parent or a child, I generally get very angry- or what I assume anger is, which is unharnessed hatred that is not directed at anyone. I do understand that there needs to be birth and death, I really do, but when the death part comes, it always feels so unfair. Not always, that is a lie- sometimes it seems like the right time. But even when I've seen people suffering, I couldn't help but to selfishly hope they would live just a bit longer, because the idea of losing them had always been unthinkable.
Allison is very bright, very wonderful. She is living in Brooklyn still, she found a nice studio. She's a really good person. And I don't just mean that off-handedly, I mean, she is a really GOOD person. The sort of person that you wish the world had no negative effect on, ever, at all, even if it helps them learn things, because she really is that good of a person.
She was her mother's only child. It was just the two of them. Always. I remember when we were in high school and they lived in Williamstown, whenever I would ring the house I could never tell them apart.
I don't know what else to say. I can definitely make a playlist in her memory, though.
(not linking anything, as it's late)
Carly Simon- The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
Jeff Buckley- Last Goodbye
Procol Harum- Whiter Shade of Pale
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
The Decemberists- Yankee Bayonet
Ben Lee- Gamble Everything For Love
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me (acapella version)
Colin Hay- I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You
Elliott Smith- Let's Get Lost
The Beach Boys- In My Room
Elton John- Goodbye Norma Jean
Lionel Ritchie- Lady
| Linda Lee Gomes | | |
| Linda Lee Gomes 1952 - 2009 PITTSFIELD Linda Lee Gomes, 57, of 100 Ryan Road in the Town of Washington, died Saturday, Oct. 17, at her home, surrounded by her loving family. Before moving to Washington two years ago, she had lived in Pittsfield. Born in Pittsfield, March 18, 1952, daughter of Evelyn Rheaume Cormier and the late Ernest Cormier, she was educated in Pittsfield schools. Mrs. Gomes was employed by Crane & Co., Inc., as an assembler in the Specialty Stationery Department in North Adams for eight years, leaving that position two years ago due to ill health. She enjoyed traveling and bird watching. Besides her mother of Pittsfield, Mrs. Gomes leaves a daughter, Allison L. Gomes of New York City; a sister, Sheila Darling and her husband, Mickey, of N.C.; six brothers, Richard Cormier and his wife, Jan, of Becket, David Cormier and his wife, Sandy, with whom Mrs. Gomes resided, Larry Cormier and his wife, Cindy, of Hinsdale, Thomas Cormier of Pittsfield, Philip Cormier of Pittsfield, and Daniel Cormier of Adams. FUNERAL NOTICE: Funeral services will be Friday, Oct. 23, at 7 p.m., at DERY-FOLEY FUNERAL HOME, with the Rev. Charles F. Young, Chaplain of HospiceCare in the Berkshires, officiating. Calling hours will precede the service from 4 to 7 p.m. In lieu of flowers, contributions in memory of Mrs. Gomes may be made to American Cancer Society or to HospiceCare in the Berkshires, both in care of the funeral home, 890 East Main Street, Dalton. | ||
I discovered this tragedy because Allison and I have the same birthday. I decided to go to her Facebook page to leave her a little Happy Birthday message, and saw that a tragedy had occurred. I was also looking at the dates and ages and things....so strange. Same age as mama when she died, same illness, and she died on mama's birthday. Just reading it over, my eyes well up with tears. It might be a grieving thing, but when someone loses a parent or a child, I generally get very angry- or what I assume anger is, which is unharnessed hatred that is not directed at anyone. I do understand that there needs to be birth and death, I really do, but when the death part comes, it always feels so unfair. Not always, that is a lie- sometimes it seems like the right time. But even when I've seen people suffering, I couldn't help but to selfishly hope they would live just a bit longer, because the idea of losing them had always been unthinkable.
Allison is very bright, very wonderful. She is living in Brooklyn still, she found a nice studio. She's a really good person. And I don't just mean that off-handedly, I mean, she is a really GOOD person. The sort of person that you wish the world had no negative effect on, ever, at all, even if it helps them learn things, because she really is that good of a person.
She was her mother's only child. It was just the two of them. Always. I remember when we were in high school and they lived in Williamstown, whenever I would ring the house I could never tell them apart.
I don't know what else to say. I can definitely make a playlist in her memory, though.
(not linking anything, as it's late)
Carly Simon- The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
Jeff Buckley- Last Goodbye
Procol Harum- Whiter Shade of Pale
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
The Decemberists- Yankee Bayonet
Ben Lee- Gamble Everything For Love
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me (acapella version)
Colin Hay- I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You
Elliott Smith- Let's Get Lost
The Beach Boys- In My Room
Elton John- Goodbye Norma Jean
Lionel Ritchie- Lady
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
It's a Sleater-Kinney kind of day.
I couldn't figure it out, but I have! Girlyman wasn't doing, nor was Nirvana, The National, Marvin Gaye, Verdi, Bikini Kill, Morphine, Anais......nada. And then Call The Doctor came on.....nice. Dig Me Out is the most appropriate album of the day.
So....in recent news. I did not drive to Wassaic this morning as planned, as nobody called. However, being awake at 7:30 a.m. turned out to be beneficial- my lovely lawyer called and I was able to say hello to newborn Bella! She was fussing through the entire call, but she still sounded absolutely adorable, can't wait to see her in November. I also attempted to record some music, but Audacity hates my face and decided to freeze up during a track duplication, so.......yuck. Talked to Parker about moving-in stuff; I might be living with two couples? Neat. Honestly, that's fine- more people to cook for :)
What else, what else.....I totally geeked it out at Amelia's last night, attacking her Macintosh with all of my knowledge and strength. She has an older G4, so trying to make it run faster really just consisted of deleting unused/unneeded programs and installing new flash components and drivers. Now the sound and video sync up! Next step.....converting her .aiff files to .mp3s, because .aiffs take up WAY too much space. I am such a tooly nerd. Going down to the Richmond house with her tomorrow to ready it up for tenants coming on Friday......it's good of her to make me feel useful. Also, October 24th is the Olde Forge's Octoberfest, and while I don't feel like sitting around drinking Guinness all day, Jessica Moulton will be participating in th ekeg toss- something I definitely need to witness. I guess the guys throw whole empty kegs, and the women throw empty quarter kegs. I could see throwing a quarter, but the whole kegs are far too hefty.
Today's agenda: finish this entry, do a little bit more packing, finish my laundry, go climbing up at the Bowl, shower, eat, play guitar, sleep.
Today's probable reality: finish this entry much later than ten minutes from now because a) i will get distracted and go for a run, or b) an adrenaline rush will push me out the door and up the mountain, and also, sleep.
.......and now for the playlist. Don't worry. Not just SK.
Sleater-Kinney- Modern Girl
totally called it. it's more than 12 hours later and i am too exhausted to compile a playlist. and sad. why? no idea. maybe i'm just tired. let's go with that.
buona sera.
So....in recent news. I did not drive to Wassaic this morning as planned, as nobody called. However, being awake at 7:30 a.m. turned out to be beneficial- my lovely lawyer called and I was able to say hello to newborn Bella! She was fussing through the entire call, but she still sounded absolutely adorable, can't wait to see her in November. I also attempted to record some music, but Audacity hates my face and decided to freeze up during a track duplication, so.......yuck. Talked to Parker about moving-in stuff; I might be living with two couples? Neat. Honestly, that's fine- more people to cook for :)
What else, what else.....I totally geeked it out at Amelia's last night, attacking her Macintosh with all of my knowledge and strength. She has an older G4, so trying to make it run faster really just consisted of deleting unused/unneeded programs and installing new flash components and drivers. Now the sound and video sync up! Next step.....converting her .aiff files to .mp3s, because .aiffs take up WAY too much space. I am such a tooly nerd. Going down to the Richmond house with her tomorrow to ready it up for tenants coming on Friday......it's good of her to make me feel useful. Also, October 24th is the Olde Forge's Octoberfest, and while I don't feel like sitting around drinking Guinness all day, Jessica Moulton will be participating in th ekeg toss- something I definitely need to witness. I guess the guys throw whole empty kegs, and the women throw empty quarter kegs. I could see throwing a quarter, but the whole kegs are far too hefty.
Today's agenda: finish this entry, do a little bit more packing, finish my laundry, go climbing up at the Bowl, shower, eat, play guitar, sleep.
Today's probable reality: finish this entry much later than ten minutes from now because a) i will get distracted and go for a run, or b) an adrenaline rush will push me out the door and up the mountain, and also, sleep.
.......and now for the playlist. Don't worry. Not just SK.
Sleater-Kinney- Modern Girl
totally called it. it's more than 12 hours later and i am too exhausted to compile a playlist. and sad. why? no idea. maybe i'm just tired. let's go with that.
buona sera.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
....and the night steals me away....
I have no actual words. Just music. So it goes.
Anni Rossi- Machine
Ash- A Life Less Ordinary
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
Chris Garneau- Hands on the Radio
Cursive- The Recluse
Frightened Rabbit- Backwards Walk
Devics- Just One Breath
Get Set Go- Wait
Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova- When Your Mind's Made Up
Jason Lytle- Brand New Sun
Jenny Owens Young- Led to the Sea
Joie De Vivre- Ship Has Sailed
Alphabetical, I know, I suck right now. At least the music doesn't.
Anni Rossi- Machine
Ash- A Life Less Ordinary
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
Chris Garneau- Hands on the Radio
Cursive- The Recluse
Frightened Rabbit- Backwards Walk
Devics- Just One Breath
Get Set Go- Wait
Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova- When Your Mind's Made Up
Jason Lytle- Brand New Sun
Jenny Owens Young- Led to the Sea
Joie De Vivre- Ship Has Sailed
Alphabetical, I know, I suck right now. At least the music doesn't.
Easy like Sunday morning....
.......I've definitely had easier Sunday mornings.
My twin sister and her fiancee came to the house around quarter after 10- oh, brunch. I suggested Brix, as I knew Amelia and Jay would be in the kitchen, and their culinary delights would please even the most critical tastebuds (belonging to my father, the chef) and the two artsy fartsy Southie lesbians that we were accompanying (my sister and her fiancee). Much to my chagrin, they complained about the wait, and though they enjoyed their brunch, said "Never again."
What the hell. Seriously?? You could go to Misty Moonlight and get some nasty eggs for 5 bucks that make you sick all day in less than twenty minutes, but reread that sentence and tell me why you wouldn't? Bastards.
Partway through the meal, I got antsy and snuck back into the kitchen- where were they? I then tiptoed out the backdoor to smoke a cigarette and found Amelia and Jay. Hooray. Hugs all around. Even during the meal, I saw quite a few friendly faces- Jay Elling, Jazu, Caity, James, Warren, Huck, Joad.....nice.
It might seem odd that I find breakfast to be slightly stressful. I suppose I should say breakfast with my "family". My sister seems to look down on me- a lot- which is awesome, because so does my father. Granted, I did not get my education traditionally (my sister attended a private college with a 5 year program to get an M. Ed.), nor was I a jock (I played pick-up soccer and in a few leagues, but couldn't make commitments due to my busy work/school schedule), and I certainly, CERTAINLY was never the kid on campus that everyone was buddies with- I was always in the lab, working, or in class, or at a lecture, or doing my 16 hours at Brigham and Women's. So, yeah, we're different, but I am still unsure of how this makes me less of a person.....in their eyes. Guess you can't spray paint a black sheep white?
ANYway. Feeling very off today. Ronnie just came home and praised yesterday's plethora of baked goods- he is my favorite critic. Even if he enjoys something thoroughly, he will tell me something he would have added or left out. Cousins are pretty great.
This entry's playlist revolves around several things puzzling me in my head right now. I will enter them in list form, as that is how I do.
1. I am a little sad that my hiking buddy never called. Or texted. I was really excited about hiking in the crisp air. I'll get over it.
2. I feel pretty lost without a camera. Just realizing this today.....possibly why I'm being so odd. Maybe it's just the concussion.
3. Pretty positive I have a minor crush on a friend, which needs to go away, hence the term, friend. Maybe it's just a music thing. Yeah. Let's go with that.
4. I had a dream (I have extremely vivid dreams), and Libby was in it, and I woke up feeling agitated. Fortunately, also in the dream, were people who were the furthest thing from her. Not bad overall, but I really wish she won't make another appearance in my slumber.
5. My birthday is at the end of the week, and I just want it to not exist.
OK. With all of that off of my chest, I will compile the playlist. Ahem. Yes.
City and Colour- The Girl
Azure ray- Across the Ocean
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me
Ani Difranco- Marrow
Bright Eyes- First Day of My Life
Coldplay- Sparks
Joan Jett- Crimson and Clover
Sarah Vaughan- Tea for Two
Nirvana- All Apologies
Portishead- Biscuit
Sublime- Boss DJ
Cake- Friend is a Four Letter Word
Nuno Bettencourt- Crave
I can't do anymore right now.....enjoy!!
My twin sister and her fiancee came to the house around quarter after 10- oh, brunch. I suggested Brix, as I knew Amelia and Jay would be in the kitchen, and their culinary delights would please even the most critical tastebuds (belonging to my father, the chef) and the two artsy fartsy Southie lesbians that we were accompanying (my sister and her fiancee). Much to my chagrin, they complained about the wait, and though they enjoyed their brunch, said "Never again."
What the hell. Seriously?? You could go to Misty Moonlight and get some nasty eggs for 5 bucks that make you sick all day in less than twenty minutes, but reread that sentence and tell me why you wouldn't? Bastards.
Partway through the meal, I got antsy and snuck back into the kitchen- where were they? I then tiptoed out the backdoor to smoke a cigarette and found Amelia and Jay. Hooray. Hugs all around. Even during the meal, I saw quite a few friendly faces- Jay Elling, Jazu, Caity, James, Warren, Huck, Joad.....nice.
It might seem odd that I find breakfast to be slightly stressful. I suppose I should say breakfast with my "family". My sister seems to look down on me- a lot- which is awesome, because so does my father. Granted, I did not get my education traditionally (my sister attended a private college with a 5 year program to get an M. Ed.), nor was I a jock (I played pick-up soccer and in a few leagues, but couldn't make commitments due to my busy work/school schedule), and I certainly, CERTAINLY was never the kid on campus that everyone was buddies with- I was always in the lab, working, or in class, or at a lecture, or doing my 16 hours at Brigham and Women's. So, yeah, we're different, but I am still unsure of how this makes me less of a person.....in their eyes. Guess you can't spray paint a black sheep white?
ANYway. Feeling very off today. Ronnie just came home and praised yesterday's plethora of baked goods- he is my favorite critic. Even if he enjoys something thoroughly, he will tell me something he would have added or left out. Cousins are pretty great.
This entry's playlist revolves around several things puzzling me in my head right now. I will enter them in list form, as that is how I do.
1. I am a little sad that my hiking buddy never called. Or texted. I was really excited about hiking in the crisp air. I'll get over it.
2. I feel pretty lost without a camera. Just realizing this today.....possibly why I'm being so odd. Maybe it's just the concussion.
3. Pretty positive I have a minor crush on a friend, which needs to go away, hence the term, friend. Maybe it's just a music thing. Yeah. Let's go with that.
4. I had a dream (I have extremely vivid dreams), and Libby was in it, and I woke up feeling agitated. Fortunately, also in the dream, were people who were the furthest thing from her. Not bad overall, but I really wish she won't make another appearance in my slumber.
5. My birthday is at the end of the week, and I just want it to not exist.
OK. With all of that off of my chest, I will compile the playlist. Ahem. Yes.
City and Colour- The Girl
Azure ray- Across the Ocean
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me
Ani Difranco- Marrow
Bright Eyes- First Day of My Life
Coldplay- Sparks
Joan Jett- Crimson and Clover
Sarah Vaughan- Tea for Two
Nirvana- All Apologies
Portishead- Biscuit
Sublime- Boss DJ
Cake- Friend is a Four Letter Word
Nuno Bettencourt- Crave
I can't do anymore right now.....enjoy!!
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