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prev home archive next Momentary Thought My Dole Paradise Blend contains "25% juice". I wonder what the other 75% is made of? High/Low High: It's Friday! Duh! And Calvin and I are going to eat, and drink, and shoot some pool, and dance around to disco, and do some, ah, "other stuff", too. Heh. Also, I got my first Storyteller submission! I'm thrilled! I shall write one of my own this weekend. Low: Paying bills. Bleh. And meetings that take me up to the dot of, and probably past, 5:00. On a Friday. That's just wrong. Current Obsession - The stuff we *have* to get done this weekend. - Enrolling in classes through August. Coming up: Algebra I (another no-brainer math class! Woo!), Quantitative Decision Making, and Economics. It's going to be a dry, dry summer. More so than usual. Grin Source I call Calvin quite regularly on his cell phone during the day. I can tell when he's in the presence of a customer or a co-worker, because when he answers it's a very business-like "This is Calvin", rather than the "Hi baby!" I get under normal circumstances. "What does your schedule look like?" translates to "When will you be at your desk so I can call you back?" Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
I've been blue. Not navy blue, more like a soft periwinkle. Or is that more purple? Chartreuse? Ack, outside of ROY G BIV, I don't know colors. At any rate, I haven't been at the level of chipperness I usually enjoy. I have been chalking this up to the hormone re-balancing act I'm currently indulging in, but during the drive to school this week I realized what the actual culprit of my downs might be. I haven't been singing enough. Dido's song "Here With Me" was on the radio, and I was singing along. Then INXS's "What You Need" came on, and I sang along to that. Then John Mellencamp's "Jack and Diane", and then Aerosmith's "Dude Looks Like A Lady". A whole string of songs I like, with words I know, and I could sing along at the top of my lungs. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, I was feeling tons better. WHY do I keep forgetting the effect that good music has on me? I've always been this way. I'd get "in a mood" as a teenager, close myself in my bedroom with the soundtrack to "Footloose", and emerge a happier chica. Nowadays, the best way to get me out of a work funk is to indulge in my Napster downloads (and right at this very moment it's Prince's "Kiss"). Even Calvin uses this type of therapy, planting himself in front of the stereo system at home and cycling through the CD's, volume set to "Max". But, for me, singing along to good music is not only necessary to get me *out* of a funk, it's also necessary in order to prevent the funk in the first place. Which fact I keep forgetting. And so tonight I will get in the truck, sing at the top of my lungs, and go home happy! "When the lights go down in the city and the sun shines on the bay, Ooh, I want to be there, in my city, ohhh Whoa-oooh-oooh..." And then maybe a little of: "Walkin' in the park just the other day, baby, what do you, waddaya think I saw? Crowds of people sitting on the grass with flowers in their hair said, "Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?" And you know how it is; I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh, So I asked them if I could stay awhile." And throw in some: Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on... And finish up with: I try to say goodbye and I choke Try to walk away and I stumble Though I try to hide it its clear my world crumbles when you are not near. And when I get home, it'll be: "That's the way (uh huh uh huh) I like it (uh huh uh huh)" With a little bit of: "Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for the place to go Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come in to look for a King Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high With a bit of rock music, everything is fine You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance..." And probably a skosh of: "My darling, I can't get enough of your love babe Girl, I don't know, I don't know why Can't get enough of your love babe Oh, some things I can't get used to No matter how I try Just like the more you give, the more I want And baby, that's no lie Oh no, babe" And that, on top of the fact that it's Friday, will do my spirit quite a bit of good, I suspect. |