1812 Overture
For the past ten minutes I've been trying to recover after bringing myself to tears of laughter and spitting coffee up everywhere over The 1812 Overture. I could not stop laughing to save my life and the other temp here probably, no, definitely thinks I'm crazy. Otherwise, birthday was fine. I got a package Saturday morning from my parents. Which is odd. Usually I end up getting a check and a card. They never send anything in package form because they don't trust the US Postal System. So I open this enthusiastically and find my dead dog's collar and dog tags inside on top of a picture of Willy and a card. It's kind of funny. It made me burst into tears. But it really is hilariously disturbing. That's my family.
Next day:
I slept for about 12 or 13 hours last night. Don't ask. But anyway I had the most messed up dreams. I dreamt of puggies. There were hundreds and hundreds of puggies and I was trying to rescue all of them. I didn't want the dream to end. But alas, after about the tenth time my alarm went off I woke up.
Next day:
I am dying. This work is more tedious than the ST. Ok. So, I smell like mold. Actually, half of my clothes smell like mold. I have no idea what happened at the Laundromat. But I'm blaming them.
Otherwise, my music taste apparently is completely crazy. Because I refuse to wear headphones at work since they're somewhere in a box still in Michigan and I have no one or nothing to entertain me . . . so Pandora it is. But I'll jump from like Spoon, Pixies, The Unicorns to Tally Hall, The Silent Years, Modest Mouse to Britney Spears, Kelly Clarkson, Spice Girls, and Miley Cyrus to Black Sabbath and ACDC to The 1812 Overture (which never fails to make me laugh and laugh and laugh) and Prokofiev back to The White Stripes and Motley Crue to ABBA. You get the picture. The other temp was trying to listen and said that he couldn't stand it because I have no set pattern. Why does music have to be set in a pattern? I like the possibilities of complete unpredictability. And if "Gimme Gimme Gimme A man after midnight" comes on right after "Looks that Kill" then I'm all for it.
Next day:
I slept for about 12 or 13 hours last night. Don't ask. But anyway I had the most messed up dreams. I dreamt of puggies. There were hundreds and hundreds of puggies and I was trying to rescue all of them. I didn't want the dream to end. But alas, after about the tenth time my alarm went off I woke up.
Next day:
I am dying. This work is more tedious than the ST. Ok. So, I smell like mold. Actually, half of my clothes smell like mold. I have no idea what happened at the Laundromat. But I'm blaming them.
Otherwise, my music taste apparently is completely crazy. Because I refuse to wear headphones at work since they're somewhere in a box still in Michigan and I have no one or nothing to entertain me . . . so Pandora it is. But I'll jump from like Spoon, Pixies, The Unicorns to Tally Hall, The Silent Years, Modest Mouse to Britney Spears, Kelly Clarkson, Spice Girls, and Miley Cyrus to Black Sabbath and ACDC to The 1812 Overture (which never fails to make me laugh and laugh and laugh) and Prokofiev back to The White Stripes and Motley Crue to ABBA. You get the picture. The other temp was trying to listen and said that he couldn't stand it because I have no set pattern. Why does music have to be set in a pattern? I like the possibilities of complete unpredictability. And if "Gimme Gimme Gimme A man after midnight" comes on right after "Looks that Kill" then I'm all for it.