This guy...
*He makes my tummy do flip flops. I...don't know why, but I'm not complaining. His music is richness and goodness and reminds me a little bit of high school and simpler times; for the most part though, he reminds me of the present time and how it's harder but filled with possibilities. I don't know why I am so late to the game in discovering him. For the past two days, I've been listening to Pete Yorn--Musicforthemorningafter. I am totally smitten.
*Don't worry though. I am sure next week I will be preaching my love for some other artist I've "discovered" that has actually been around for years. It happens quite often.
*Looks like I gave notice to my job at a really shitty time. Upon talking to some coworkers today, I discovered that basically everyone who works with me is leaving soon. Most everyone there is in college down the street, and their finals end next week. Oops. I feel bad, but also, I gotta do what I gotta do. And I gotta get out of this job. Speaking of which: I planned and rehearsed what I would say regarding those two missing days last week. I had a whole story worked out. I come into work today, and the first thing my boss says--addressing all of us--is, "Hey have you guys heard about the new pirate movie coming out?" Having heard this joke a million times since college, I replied, "Uh...is it rated ARRRRRR?" He laughed and laughed and explained he just heard the joke for the first time today. So then I told him the dirty version. (ARRRRRGASMS!) Yeah, last week wasn't mentioned at all. That's the thing about this guy--he never really seems to get angry or ruffled. This is good for me, but also a little scary. Show some emotion, man! Get angry! Get panicked! It's okay--expressing emotions means you are human.
*My parents are back from the trip to see my grandmother. I will get the full scoop later, but I guess things aren't as peachy as I thought. In addition to her broken bone, she is also having some trouble with two of her heart valves. I'm not very good at science or remembering terminology, but anything involving the heart isn't good. My sister called me last night, and she is very upset about this; she didn't sleep much over the weekend, because she keeps on thinking about all the elderly people in our family who are finally, well...elderly (my grandma, my grandfather, my great-aunt). I must be made of stone or something, because I am not thinking about it at all. (Except right now as I write this, and I don't feel anything at all.) Perhaps this is a defense mechanism on my part; if that's the case, I wish it would go away because I don't want everything to pour out all at once when I am on the metro or something. (Hey, it's happened before. Stupid Traveling Pants books!)
*I am more excited about the V.Mars finale than I am about Gilmore Girls. This kinda makes me sad. I hope Gilmore isn't such a downer next season. Actually, I am kind of dreading the finale, because everything in Stars Hollow is so DEPRESSING right now, and I am tired of being DEPRESSED when I watch a tv show. But I can't give up watching. I care too much. I am invested in these characters. I want to see Rory graduate from Yale. I want Luke and Lorelai to have their wedding under the chuppah. I want to see the elder Gilmores finally understand Lorelai. (Admittedly, this last one probably won't happen.)
*I finished the British version of The Office this weekend. Oh man. So much love. I totally cried at the ending. Also, I have adopted a new life philosophy from the final episode. This is paraphrased, but the sentiment is accurate:
"Who cares what they think? It's an easy job. Take the money and run, that's what I say. Put it towards something you really want to do."
Word. So much word.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to continue my love affair with Mr. Yorn.
*Don't worry though. I am sure next week I will be preaching my love for some other artist I've "discovered" that has actually been around for years. It happens quite often.
*Looks like I gave notice to my job at a really shitty time. Upon talking to some coworkers today, I discovered that basically everyone who works with me is leaving soon. Most everyone there is in college down the street, and their finals end next week. Oops. I feel bad, but also, I gotta do what I gotta do. And I gotta get out of this job. Speaking of which: I planned and rehearsed what I would say regarding those two missing days last week. I had a whole story worked out. I come into work today, and the first thing my boss says--addressing all of us--is, "Hey have you guys heard about the new pirate movie coming out?" Having heard this joke a million times since college, I replied, "Uh...is it rated ARRRRRR?" He laughed and laughed and explained he just heard the joke for the first time today. So then I told him the dirty version. (ARRRRRGASMS!) Yeah, last week wasn't mentioned at all. That's the thing about this guy--he never really seems to get angry or ruffled. This is good for me, but also a little scary. Show some emotion, man! Get angry! Get panicked! It's okay--expressing emotions means you are human.
*My parents are back from the trip to see my grandmother. I will get the full scoop later, but I guess things aren't as peachy as I thought. In addition to her broken bone, she is also having some trouble with two of her heart valves. I'm not very good at science or remembering terminology, but anything involving the heart isn't good. My sister called me last night, and she is very upset about this; she didn't sleep much over the weekend, because she keeps on thinking about all the elderly people in our family who are finally, well...elderly (my grandma, my grandfather, my great-aunt). I must be made of stone or something, because I am not thinking about it at all. (Except right now as I write this, and I don't feel anything at all.) Perhaps this is a defense mechanism on my part; if that's the case, I wish it would go away because I don't want everything to pour out all at once when I am on the metro or something. (Hey, it's happened before. Stupid Traveling Pants books!)
*I am more excited about the V.Mars finale than I am about Gilmore Girls. This kinda makes me sad. I hope Gilmore isn't such a downer next season. Actually, I am kind of dreading the finale, because everything in Stars Hollow is so DEPRESSING right now, and I am tired of being DEPRESSED when I watch a tv show. But I can't give up watching. I care too much. I am invested in these characters. I want to see Rory graduate from Yale. I want Luke and Lorelai to have their wedding under the chuppah. I want to see the elder Gilmores finally understand Lorelai. (Admittedly, this last one probably won't happen.)
*I finished the British version of The Office this weekend. Oh man. So much love. I totally cried at the ending. Also, I have adopted a new life philosophy from the final episode. This is paraphrased, but the sentiment is accurate:
"Who cares what they think? It's an easy job. Take the money and run, that's what I say. Put it towards something you really want to do."
Word. So much word.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to continue my love affair with Mr. Yorn.