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brigdh1. I'm in love with the Deftones song "Passenger". Not that I haven't loved it for years, but I have a rebirth of love currently. A renaissance. I've been listening to it on repeat off and on for the past few days.
This is dangerous, however, as it is a really hard song to listen to and not dance. Can't be done. I cannot hear the second "Roll the window down" line, with that crash of guitar and drum behind the scream of the lyrics, without needing to roll my hips. Which could be embarrassing in the middle of campus.
2. I used to talk to people on AIM all the time; now I barely use it. I miss having people to chat with so often, I miss stupid teasing about temperature and weather and what time it really was across our time zones; I miss having people to tell the stupidest of stories too; I miss chats about nothing and inside jokes that made no sense and dumb gossip and writing and plotting and constantly having a chat box open, always having someone to poke at.
I miss having people that I talked to so often that they knew everything I could possibly say, and 'how did you sleep last night?' was actually an interesting conversation, because every single detail of existence was a viable topic.
Now I rarely bother to take down my away message, even if I'm here; there's usually not much point.
3. There is no three.
4. Eminem's new album, which I finally got around to buying, is kind of disappointing. It's not that any of the songs are particularly bad; in fact, on average I think each one is better than the typical song off his previous albums. But there's none that are particularly good, either.
And he's not angry. It took me a while to pick out what was missing from the music, but that's it: there's no rage anymore. Without it, he's just an ordinary rapper- a bit more talented than the average top 40 one, sure, but there's still nothing special.
5. The readings for my Anthro 451 class apparently DO NOT EXIST IN THE DIMENSION WHICH I INHABIT. And yet, no one else in the class has a problem. I have been to the library, I have gone to electronic reserves, I have been to the website. There should be copies in each of these places. But no. And not only are there not copies, there is no record of there ever having been copies, there is no place for there to be copies, and there will never be copies.
...I must be missing something, but after a week and talking to five people, I still can't figure it out. AND NO ONE ELSE IS HAVING A PROBLEM.
6. If I had a car, I could go dancing tonight. I could go anyway; I could go to the straight club that's on the edge of campus. I could walk there. But Thursdays are 18-and-over nights, so I would have to deal with all the drunken, trying-too-hard freshman in addition to the dancefloor that's usually empty because people are too cool to dance, the stupid music, and the strangers who feel free to touch and grab any nearby body parts. I could go and get hit on, and wow, that'll make me feel better, because it's not like I have weird issues about guys hitting on me at the best of times.
I've heard bad things about that club, in case you couldn't tell. Technically I could walk to Axis too, which is a place I actually like, but I'm not in the mood to walk a mile or two in fifty degree weather at 2am.
7. I am in an inexplicably bad mood. This is the danger of livejournals: I could just dose myself with books or movies or TV reruns until I got over it, but it's so much easier to instead have it preserved for all time on the internet.
This is dangerous, however, as it is a really hard song to listen to and not dance. Can't be done. I cannot hear the second "Roll the window down" line, with that crash of guitar and drum behind the scream of the lyrics, without needing to roll my hips. Which could be embarrassing in the middle of campus.
2. I used to talk to people on AIM all the time; now I barely use it. I miss having people to chat with so often, I miss stupid teasing about temperature and weather and what time it really was across our time zones; I miss having people to tell the stupidest of stories too; I miss chats about nothing and inside jokes that made no sense and dumb gossip and writing and plotting and constantly having a chat box open, always having someone to poke at.
I miss having people that I talked to so often that they knew everything I could possibly say, and 'how did you sleep last night?' was actually an interesting conversation, because every single detail of existence was a viable topic.
Now I rarely bother to take down my away message, even if I'm here; there's usually not much point.
3. There is no three.
4. Eminem's new album, which I finally got around to buying, is kind of disappointing. It's not that any of the songs are particularly bad; in fact, on average I think each one is better than the typical song off his previous albums. But there's none that are particularly good, either.
And he's not angry. It took me a while to pick out what was missing from the music, but that's it: there's no rage anymore. Without it, he's just an ordinary rapper- a bit more talented than the average top 40 one, sure, but there's still nothing special.
5. The readings for my Anthro 451 class apparently DO NOT EXIST IN THE DIMENSION WHICH I INHABIT. And yet, no one else in the class has a problem. I have been to the library, I have gone to electronic reserves, I have been to the website. There should be copies in each of these places. But no. And not only are there not copies, there is no record of there ever having been copies, there is no place for there to be copies, and there will never be copies.
...I must be missing something, but after a week and talking to five people, I still can't figure it out. AND NO ONE ELSE IS HAVING A PROBLEM.
6. If I had a car, I could go dancing tonight. I could go anyway; I could go to the straight club that's on the edge of campus. I could walk there. But Thursdays are 18-and-over nights, so I would have to deal with all the drunken, trying-too-hard freshman in addition to the dancefloor that's usually empty because people are too cool to dance, the stupid music, and the strangers who feel free to touch and grab any nearby body parts. I could go and get hit on, and wow, that'll make me feel better, because it's not like I have weird issues about guys hitting on me at the best of times.
I've heard bad things about that club, in case you couldn't tell. Technically I could walk to Axis too, which is a place I actually like, but I'm not in the mood to walk a mile or two in fifty degree weather at 2am.
7. I am in an inexplicably bad mood. This is the danger of livejournals: I could just dose myself with books or movies or TV reruns until I got over it, but it's so much easier to instead have it preserved for all time on the internet.
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Date: 2005-04-15 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-15 03:47 am (UTC)One of my favorite songs ever, and I always have to blast it while I'm driving. Eventually, I will write at least one story set to it, but it's got to be the right story, so I'm waiting to be swept off my feet by a bunny.
This is dangerous, however, as it is a really hard song to listen to and not dance. Can't be done. I cannot hear the second "Roll the window down" line, with that crash of guitar and drum behind the scream of the lyrics, without needing to roll my hips. Which could be embarrassing in the middle of campus.
I can't resist headbanging, which is not good for the sinuses. I blame growing up during the '80s. All that heavy metal.
I'm sorry about the bad mood. Perhaps you should try some free writing while playing "Passenger" on repeat? This often helps me. Of course, it also often leads to gratuitous sex and violence in what I'm writing, but this is why I do not post my therapyfic.
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Date: 2005-04-15 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-15 09:17 pm (UTC)*laughs* I can't headband; it hurts my brain. So I have to settle for skipping and wiggling.
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Date: 2005-04-18 04:00 pm (UTC)