I kind of want to run away from home.
Hmm. That's all I'll say about that.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I need a lover with soul power, and you ain't got no soul power
Well, I leave tomorrow morning for home. I'm excited for fortune cookies and riding my bike. You know, business as usual.
I thought of a few more things to add to my list of 52 favorite things, such as the sound an apple makes when you catch it.
On a similar streak, I've been thinking about my favorite albums. Here's what I've got (in no particular order): Weezer/Pinkerton, Modest Mouse/Moon and Antarctica, of Montreal/The Early Four-Track Recordings, Arcade Fire/Funeral, The Strokes/Is This It, Sufjan Stevens/Michigan, The Unicorns/Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?, Franz Ferdinand/Franz Ferdinand, Simon and Garfunkel/Greatest Hits. I love every single song on each of these albums.
You know, I've wondered for quite a while whether or not I'm a schizoid. I know many people have the tendency of exaggerating their traits or faults and then tagging disorders onto themselves. In all honesty, though, I'm not exaggerating anything about myself, and it matches up. The thing is, I don't think it's a disorder at all. I realize it's not normal. But it's just me, and I like the way I am, normal or not.
I thought of a few more things to add to my list of 52 favorite things, such as the sound an apple makes when you catch it.
On a similar streak, I've been thinking about my favorite albums. Here's what I've got (in no particular order): Weezer/Pinkerton, Modest Mouse/Moon and Antarctica, of Montreal/The Early Four-Track Recordings, Arcade Fire/Funeral, The Strokes/Is This It, Sufjan Stevens/Michigan, The Unicorns/Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?, Franz Ferdinand/Franz Ferdinand, Simon and Garfunkel/Greatest Hits. I love every single song on each of these albums.
You know, I've wondered for quite a while whether or not I'm a schizoid. I know many people have the tendency of exaggerating their traits or faults and then tagging disorders onto themselves. In all honesty, though, I'm not exaggerating anything about myself, and it matches up. The thing is, I don't think it's a disorder at all. I realize it's not normal. But it's just me, and I like the way I am, normal or not.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Can you hear me, will you listen? Don't come near me, don't go missing
Hmm. I'm feeling a little queasy. I hope I don't spew.
Anyway, I don't feel like talking about much. Today was the first day digging after our trip to Jordan. An unfortunate marketing flaw I saw there: "Crust Toothpaste."
The bus ride was really long, so I started making a list of my 52 Favorite Things, as inspired by the song. I've attempted this before, and I can't seem to make it all the way. I'm not even that picky--I'll put in things that I like, but aren't necessarily my favorite. And I still fall short--do I really only like 38 things? Gee.
I enjoy making that list, though. It's not a list of favorite books or music or things like that, but more favorite "little things." It includes things such as airplane take-offs and landings, going to the grocery store, shaving cream, wearing black tights, walking on balance beams, haircuts, mixing different colors of paint, and the feeling that a song is faster when I hear it upon waking up.
I'm reaching the point in this trip when I begin craving food from home. Actually, I more miss cooking and baking--I like the food here. You know, a cucumber for breakfast, a bowl of cereal for dinner, what's not to like? Although, I've really been wanting a popcorn ball. That was a torturous craving this weekend because "Jordan" sounds like popcorn.
Nothing works up the appetite like digging from 5 to noon, eh?
Anyway, I don't feel like talking about much. Today was the first day digging after our trip to Jordan. An unfortunate marketing flaw I saw there: "Crust Toothpaste."
The bus ride was really long, so I started making a list of my 52 Favorite Things, as inspired by the song. I've attempted this before, and I can't seem to make it all the way. I'm not even that picky--I'll put in things that I like, but aren't necessarily my favorite. And I still fall short--do I really only like 38 things? Gee.
I enjoy making that list, though. It's not a list of favorite books or music or things like that, but more favorite "little things." It includes things such as airplane take-offs and landings, going to the grocery store, shaving cream, wearing black tights, walking on balance beams, haircuts, mixing different colors of paint, and the feeling that a song is faster when I hear it upon waking up.
I'm reaching the point in this trip when I begin craving food from home. Actually, I more miss cooking and baking--I like the food here. You know, a cucumber for breakfast, a bowl of cereal for dinner, what's not to like? Although, I've really been wanting a popcorn ball. That was a torturous craving this weekend because "Jordan" sounds like popcorn.
Nothing works up the appetite like digging from 5 to noon, eh?
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