Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Music, Christmas, girlfriend: good stuff
I wrote this part last night:
So...I went Christmas shopping tonight. For a pretty different set of people than the ones I was planning on shopping for. Because, yeah, last minute change of Christmas plans. The branch of the family I was planning on spending the holiday with has had a veritable plague of health problems, sooooo...I am spending it with Sarah instead. And you have NO idea how happy that makes me. Like, snowbells and sleighbells and whiskers on kittens and snow on eyelashes and warm woolen mittens, or however that song goes. Happy enough that I do not care that I just admitted to knowing lyrics (however mangled) from The Sound of Music. And if THAT doesn't knock your socks off, how about this: I am so happy that I will freely admit to harboring a not-so-secret fondness for The Sound of Music. I even have the soundtrack. That is a LOT of happy, folks.
I went Christmas shopping tonight. Mostly for Sarah. But also for me. Because I am that shameless. Also, I have some extra money, although not anymore, thanks to my Planet Music spree. Here is what I bought:
Darkest Days Stabbing Westward
Dimanche a Bamako Amadou & Mariam
Dreaming Wide Awake Lizz Wright
Let It Die Feist
Plans Death Cab for Cutie
Silent Alarm Bloc Party
Touch Sarah McLachlan
When the Pawn Fiona Apple (which I totally got almost at random because used CDs were buy 3 get 1 free)
I also bought some new undershirts--like I don't already have fifteen, right?--but they're totally way nicer than any of my others.
I got a Christmas card from an old friend today.
And yeah, I'm talking to Sarah right now, so I have no attention span whatsoever. Sorry about that whole disjointed incoherence thing I've got going on.
This part was written today:
I'm sort of happy and nervous and everything. Yeah. A lot. I'm making CDs to help me stay awake on the 7-8 hour drive. One of just fairly loud music, one of dance music.
And I'm stressing out a little, although I know I shouldn't. Just a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. Plus the longest I've ever driven before was about 4 hours, and I stopped a couple times, and it was in the middle of the day. This will definitely be a challenge. But a worthwhile one.
I feel so out of it. I'm all tired and strange and excited and worried and I can't think straight (although, really, who would want to?) and it's almost Christmas, and wheeee that was my (derailed) train of thought whizzing past. Whatever. Bleh. I'm tired of this entry.
So...I went Christmas shopping tonight. For a pretty different set of people than the ones I was planning on shopping for. Because, yeah, last minute change of Christmas plans. The branch of the family I was planning on spending the holiday with has had a veritable plague of health problems, sooooo...I am spending it with Sarah instead. And you have NO idea how happy that makes me. Like, snowbells and sleighbells and whiskers on kittens and snow on eyelashes and warm woolen mittens, or however that song goes. Happy enough that I do not care that I just admitted to knowing lyrics (however mangled) from The Sound of Music. And if THAT doesn't knock your socks off, how about this: I am so happy that I will freely admit to harboring a not-so-secret fondness for The Sound of Music. I even have the soundtrack. That is a LOT of happy, folks.
I went Christmas shopping tonight. Mostly for Sarah. But also for me. Because I am that shameless. Also, I have some extra money, although not anymore, thanks to my Planet Music spree. Here is what I bought:
Darkest Days Stabbing Westward
Dimanche a Bamako Amadou & Mariam
Dreaming Wide Awake Lizz Wright
Let It Die Feist
Plans Death Cab for Cutie
Silent Alarm Bloc Party
Touch Sarah McLachlan
When the Pawn Fiona Apple (which I totally got almost at random because used CDs were buy 3 get 1 free)
I also bought some new undershirts--like I don't already have fifteen, right?--but they're totally way nicer than any of my others.
I got a Christmas card from an old friend today.
And yeah, I'm talking to Sarah right now, so I have no attention span whatsoever. Sorry about that whole disjointed incoherence thing I've got going on.
This part was written today:
I'm sort of happy and nervous and everything. Yeah. A lot. I'm making CDs to help me stay awake on the 7-8 hour drive. One of just fairly loud music, one of dance music.
And I'm stressing out a little, although I know I shouldn't. Just a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. Plus the longest I've ever driven before was about 4 hours, and I stopped a couple times, and it was in the middle of the day. This will definitely be a challenge. But a worthwhile one.
I feel so out of it. I'm all tired and strange and excited and worried and I can't think straight (although, really, who would want to?) and it's almost Christmas, and wheeee that was my (derailed) train of thought whizzing past. Whatever. Bleh. I'm tired of this entry.
