Saturday, January 27, 2007

shoulda

...before I used the 'self-cleaning' option on my oven, I should have located our fire extinguisher.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Out of Range

It's funny how something so little can quickly bring you back. I am in a great mood this morning. As I was leaving the house I flipped open my old binder of CDs and grabbed one at random. I'm not even sure what made me do this - for those of you who don't know me, my CD collection is HORRIBLE. My car was broken into a few times during college, and all my CDs stolen each time. I gave up on replacing them. And now with my emusic.com subscription, I don't need CDs.

I ended up grabbing one that used to be a favorite of mine. Used to be. A long time ago. Back when I was different. I've been thinking for a long time how different I am now. I mean, I still look the way I did when I was five. But there are some things about me that are just really different, even from just 3 years ago. It may be hard for anyone else to notice, but I notice, all the time. And so often I forget how I used to be, as if "she" is one of those sadly lost college friends or something. But, in an instant, this CD gave me a glimpse of who I was...and it was nice. I remembered about a thousand different times when I listened to each song, memories that shouldn't be so difficult to conjure up. I almost didn't want to get out of the car!

"somebody do something, anything soon. I know I can't be the only whatever I am in the room. so why am I so lonely? why am I so tired? I need company. I need backup. I need to be inspired."

Thursday, January 18, 2007

listening

I wish I was a punk rocker (with flowers in my hair) - Sandi Thom

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

Monday, January 01, 2007

12...11...10...8...

I'm not a huge New Years Eve fan - I mean don't get me wrong, I love watching the ball drop, but I totally despise the day. It's one of those holidays where you are required to find these great plans, right, because your whole year will be ruined if you aren't exactly in the right place, with exactly the right person, with the worlds best new years kiss - right?! It's a totally absurd concept, but it's the way it is.

I had no real plans, up until New Year's Eve eve I wasn't even sure what state I would be in, which was making it very difficult to make plans. I came back to Boston, from my parent's house in Rhode Island, at about 4 in the afternoon on New Years Eve. I was exhausted and had no desire to go anywhere. I turned on the Law and Order: SVU marathon and proceeded to fall asleep on the couch. After a mini-nap I woke up to a few text messages inviting me to a few various parties. I decided that perhaps going out was better than staying in.

I went up and met my friends Allison and Chris, who were eating dinner and drinking beers with their friends Brian and Claudia. We spent the before-midnight portion of the night watching these DVDs that Allison and Chris have, of a show that was on TV only one year and i had never heard of, but that was really funny. At about midnight-minus-7-minutes we stopped and started watching the Dick Clark/Ryan Seacrest coverage of Times Square. We (and by we I mean Chris) successfully opened a bottle of champagne (that was a present to me from a lab at MIT). It was then that we realized that we had no noise makers, and wanted some, so we did what anyone would have done - we created our New Years Eve band. Everyone had their own instrument and we counted down. We watched as Dick Clark messed up the countdown, as Ryan Seacrest tried to kiss Christina Aquilera, and as everyone said "Happy 2007!" To which my friend Chris said "oh, it wasn't already 2007?"



Wishing everyone a very happy and healthy new year!