No Language in Our Lungs...
It's 3:00 in the morning and I am so tired but feel really restless. I need something... deliciously exciting and sexy to happen in my life.
I've had a good weekend, so far. Had margaritas and guacamole with some friends Friday night, and got suckered into watching Josie and The Pussycats. I love my friends and they are some of the smartest people I know, but that was a horrible movie that was painful to watch. If I hadn't been slightly drunk, I might have poked my eyes into my brain. Thankfully halfway through their dog provided comic relief by peeing on the carpet. A steam cleaner made an appearance, and I remarked that David is the only friend I have to own a steam cleaner. Who under the age of 30 owns a steam cleaner? Well now I know one. So I will forever be able to bust that myth, which comes up oh so often.
Today Brian and I went to Chinatown, Wicker Park, and downtown Chicago. It was nice to tool around. That's what I love to do. We ate Chinese food, but I'm becoming less and less enchanted with it. It's shady. Especially after walking through a Chinese grocery store, which was my most disturbing visual experience of the day. Oh, the horrors. I can't even go into it. Needless to say, when the waitress at the randomly chosen Chinese restaurant slapped a plate of crab rangoon in front of my face twenty minutes later, I didn't dig into it as voraciously as the normal gluttonous Bethany you all know.
I've discovered the evil pull of the iTunes store. It's so easy to buy one song. And cheap! Until one song turns into fifteen. I bought a Babyface song. This has got to stop.
So tomorrow (or later today) I think I'm going to go to Lincoln Park with a blanket and my iPod full of newly purchased Babyface, Bill Withers, and, um, Prog Rock, and see if I can fall in love with anything. I'm going to give 10cc a try. It's hard to tell how good that kind of music actually is when you read reviews. There are some really great reviews of the first couple of 10cc albums, but that genre of music has died a terribly quick death, and I wonder what the critics would say about it now. I'm not sure it stands the test of time, but I'm willing to give it a try. I'm convinced there is good stuff out there, and I really want to find it. However, I'm strictly anti-Rush. I don't know why exactly, I just can't do it. But I do recognize the techicnal talet, just so you know.
Who am I even talking to? I have no idea. I think like maybe two people read this, and I don't think either them would give a fuck what I have to say about Rush.
For the most part, all day, every day I pretend I'm in a movie.
Oh God, Josie and The Pussycats is so bad. I forgot, and then remembered.
There are some Alan Parsons Project songs that I really like. But a lot of them are also really bad - like insanely, embarrassingly, stankily bad. Is this just the way of Progressive Rock? I aim to find out. Maybe I'll deem this "Beth's Alan Parson's Project Project".
These are the thoughts that go through my head. I'm sorry.
I've had a good weekend, so far. Had margaritas and guacamole with some friends Friday night, and got suckered into watching Josie and The Pussycats. I love my friends and they are some of the smartest people I know, but that was a horrible movie that was painful to watch. If I hadn't been slightly drunk, I might have poked my eyes into my brain. Thankfully halfway through their dog provided comic relief by peeing on the carpet. A steam cleaner made an appearance, and I remarked that David is the only friend I have to own a steam cleaner. Who under the age of 30 owns a steam cleaner? Well now I know one. So I will forever be able to bust that myth, which comes up oh so often.
Today Brian and I went to Chinatown, Wicker Park, and downtown Chicago. It was nice to tool around. That's what I love to do. We ate Chinese food, but I'm becoming less and less enchanted with it. It's shady. Especially after walking through a Chinese grocery store, which was my most disturbing visual experience of the day. Oh, the horrors. I can't even go into it. Needless to say, when the waitress at the randomly chosen Chinese restaurant slapped a plate of crab rangoon in front of my face twenty minutes later, I didn't dig into it as voraciously as the normal gluttonous Bethany you all know.
I've discovered the evil pull of the iTunes store. It's so easy to buy one song. And cheap! Until one song turns into fifteen. I bought a Babyface song. This has got to stop.
So tomorrow (or later today) I think I'm going to go to Lincoln Park with a blanket and my iPod full of newly purchased Babyface, Bill Withers, and, um, Prog Rock, and see if I can fall in love with anything. I'm going to give 10cc a try. It's hard to tell how good that kind of music actually is when you read reviews. There are some really great reviews of the first couple of 10cc albums, but that genre of music has died a terribly quick death, and I wonder what the critics would say about it now. I'm not sure it stands the test of time, but I'm willing to give it a try. I'm convinced there is good stuff out there, and I really want to find it. However, I'm strictly anti-Rush. I don't know why exactly, I just can't do it. But I do recognize the techicnal talet, just so you know.
Who am I even talking to? I have no idea. I think like maybe two people read this, and I don't think either them would give a fuck what I have to say about Rush.
For the most part, all day, every day I pretend I'm in a movie.
Oh God, Josie and The Pussycats is so bad. I forgot, and then remembered.
There are some Alan Parsons Project songs that I really like. But a lot of them are also really bad - like insanely, embarrassingly, stankily bad. Is this just the way of Progressive Rock? I aim to find out. Maybe I'll deem this "Beth's Alan Parson's Project Project".
These are the thoughts that go through my head. I'm sorry.