on two thoughts that don't match
I officially started studying for the GMAT last night. It doesn't seem like it will be too painful (easy to say at the start); the only thing that feels weird is the fact that I've not had to study in, oh, three years. It feels weird.
I also had this really calming feeling come over me as I sat in my apartment reading. For the first time it really dawned on me that I have made a home for myself. It's not just someplace I'm living; I truly and genuinely feel at ease, comfortable, and familiar when I walk in my apartment.
Additionally, my father has started sending me digital files of his vinyl Cher records. Last night I was able to listen to Cher's 1976 cover of "Knock on Wood." This made me think of another Cher song I like, a cover of Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" which then got me to looking at Cher's discography on wikipedia. Apparently her big comeback hit in 1987 ("I Found Someone") is a cover of a Laura Branigan song. No effing way. Dad wasn't kidding, she really is the Queen of Covers.
According to Dad, Mark heard Cher covering an old folk song in Dad's car and said "you know, I love Cher as much as the next gay man, but I did not need to hear her cover this." My dad turned the stereo off, stopped the car, and glared at Mark only to say "no, she should cover EVERY song."
I agree.
I also had this really calming feeling come over me as I sat in my apartment reading. For the first time it really dawned on me that I have made a home for myself. It's not just someplace I'm living; I truly and genuinely feel at ease, comfortable, and familiar when I walk in my apartment.
Additionally, my father has started sending me digital files of his vinyl Cher records. Last night I was able to listen to Cher's 1976 cover of "Knock on Wood." This made me think of another Cher song I like, a cover of Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" which then got me to looking at Cher's discography on wikipedia. Apparently her big comeback hit in 1987 ("I Found Someone") is a cover of a Laura Branigan song. No effing way. Dad wasn't kidding, she really is the Queen of Covers.
According to Dad, Mark heard Cher covering an old folk song in Dad's car and said "you know, I love Cher as much as the next gay man, but I did not need to hear her cover this." My dad turned the stereo off, stopped the car, and glared at Mark only to say "no, she should cover EVERY song."
I agree.