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I just received the most wonderful mix in the mail and am currently enjoying 300+ aurgiastic songs (=8 FHV).

Oh! And I have 7000+ songs on my external harddrive to sort through...the east coast has been extremely kind to my itunes library. :P

She ran until her face was numb with cold and
Wore a cotton gown that blazed the night untold.
She ran until her feet refused to hold
So heavy a heart for someone merely ten years old.
And when she reached the river her knees began to shiver,
Her head with pounding voices from home.
Behind her was a vision, a painful apparition
Of a darker world that no-one should know.

Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
The river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
No never again.

She dived beneath the water's icy skin,
Hoping the cold would kill the smell of angry gin,
And her eyes grew wider than they'd ever been
Just wishing the numbness to cut deeper with its pins.
And as her body lay there she decided to stay there
Till darkness came to pull her away.
And beautifully she sank as up river was the bank
Where some bodiless troubles would stay.

Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
The river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
No never again.

Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
The river will keep this friend.
Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
No never again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iV3AVR_4dE

People are amazing sometimes...and, I mean that in a good way.

Today I had to cover a seminar given by an astrophysicist from a university in TN about an observatory he conceptualized and built. As I feared, there was a lot of technical jargon involved. So much so, that I was wishing I was a science major about five minutes into the lecture. Granted, it was interesting, but the format of the lecture was clearly one that was geared towards educating faculty on what the observatory was and how it could be incorporated at my school.

And then, I got to interview the professor giving the lecture. His passion about teaching and educating was palpable. And, his enthusiasm was contagious. He actually got a bit emotional when he started talking about how learning is community venture and that his classroom and his teaching environment is molded specifically to engage students and to reach them on a more profound level. I could see in his eyes how important his students were to him and how much personal interest he had vested in them. Overall, it was a wonderful and refreshing thing to see. Quite honestly, I think the world needs more professors like that.

...I found this on accident. I have nothing to say.

Link: www.youtube.com/watch

My view just got 7 times better. Some pretty good looking guys are playing football right in front of my window. (It overlooks an open field surrounded by trees.) =>

(Forgive the misprint...I was distracted. =P)

Lately (as in the last month or so) I've been a little bit too emotional for my liking and not at all my normal self. I've been overly sensitive (i.e. silly), emotional, and worst of all, weepy. There were and, to some extent still are, a lot of factors that contributed to throwing my usual level-headedness off-kilter and last night, I decided that I've had enough of being emotional. I'm just done with it. And I feel sooo much better. That's all.

Oh! And instant coffee tastes like watered down acid. Blegh.

So I had my first news meeting tonight. After going through the preliminaries, we went through what stories were available and there was an incredible opportunity to interview the politics editor of Rolling Stone magazine regarding the dynamics of the social and political changes that America is currently going through....I didn't get it because I'm new to the writing staff.

Words can't adequately describe how irritated I am at this. Ugh.

I don't know what I'm going to do...or with who, but my trademark restlessness is kicking in and I want to explore today. =)

Finding old music is like Christmas all over again. =D =) =D I just found a bunch of music data CDs (and I mean a shitload) that my dad burned years ago (our relationship being what it is, at the very least he had pretty decent taste in music) and now I have new listening material just in time for my flight!  =)

All right, I'm cold and have a headache/stomachache from eating nothing but Sour Patch Kids all day but I haaaaave to share this. :P (And, sorry in advance...I didn't realize the blog was this long!)

I was bored today and didn't feel like packing or cleaning anymore so I decided to catch a movie.

As I was on my way to the theater, I decided to stop at Target and get some candy and a drink. (I'll pay ten dollars for a ticket but that's it. Five dollars for a water is ridiculous.) Before getting the candy, I decided to browse the aisles...there was no real reason for it, I just felt like looking (Target does that to a person). Once I was finished, I headed over to the register, picked up two packs of Sour Patch Kids (.69 ea) , two Heath Bars (.69 ea) , and one Pepsi (1.99). The cashier gave me my total and, instead of rifling through my wallet for a five, I handed him a twenty. He was actually really nice and we chatted for a few seconds as he gave me my change and receipt.

As I put the change back in my wallet, I notice that the ten he'd given me was really beat up but I didn't say anything. (A beat up ten dollar bill isn't really an odd thing after all.)

So, I go to my movie ("Yes Man." Its not bad, the humor is a bit contrived and very typical of a Jim Carey flick, but it was alright), laugh a little and then head home. On my home, I realized there wasn't much to eat. Since Albertson's was on my way, I decided to stop there and grab a few things. Everything was fine until I went to the Self-Check Out Station and tried to use the ten dollar bill I'd gotten from Target earlier. It wouldn't run through. I thought it was just because the bill was so old, so I stood there for a few minutes inserting and re-inserting the bill.

(At this point, most people would've just given up and used a different bill, but by then I was getting frustrated and stubborn.)

A salesclerk saw me struggling and very politely asked if I needed help. I told him that the bill acceptor wasn't accepting my money and he came over to help. He offered to take the bill and switch it out for a newer one so I handed the ten to him. He walked over to the cash register, and just as he was about to switch out the bills, he held it up and left towards the manager's desk. Shit. 

He came back, five or six minutes later, told me that the bill was counterfit, and handed the ten back to me. My response was "You mean its not real?!" as I obviously wasn't expecting that and I think my dismay showed too much because he started to console me which, now that I think about, is kind of amusing. He told that it happens a lot and that I could go back to Target and that they'd exchange the fake money for real money. And, after I paid for my groceries with 1 dollar bills, that's exactly what I did.

At Target, I went to the Customer Service desk and told the girl at the counter what happened. This initiated a series of four walkie-talkie pages and soon I was surrounded by five different Target personnel. They ended up giving me the ten dollars, but, oddly enough, I felt like I needed to apologize for causing some much trouble. And, then, as I was walking away with my new, crisp (and totally legit) ten dollar bill, I heard the manager say "Its all right, we'll just drop it with the rest." Meaning that they were going to deposit the fake money as if it were real...I didn't feel so bad after that. :P

I've had this song on repeat for a bit now...and I felt like sharing. Its in Spanish and might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I like it so :P. Its called "Normal" by Ximena Sarinana. And, because the music video kind of sucks, I'm embedding the song. (If you still want to watch the video, its at the end.)

Lyrics in English:

Loneliness is a firm step
Which I have not been able to force my self to take
The heart has no remedy
with age it stops functioning
And what Joy, Making your dinner
and what security knowing your waiting for me
and time will pass
and the sun will turn off
and everything you felt was normal

All love is restless
but it ends up disappearing
all the half truths you told
is a language ill never learn

What joy filling your cup
What security having you at home
and time will pass the sun will turn off
and everything you felt was normal

What joy making your dinner
and what security knowing your waiting for me
and what tranquility always happy
and how easy, believing what you say
and time will pass, the sun will turn off
and everything you felt was normal

Lyrics in Spanish:

La soledad es un paso firme
Que no he podido obligarme a dar
El corazón no tiene remedio
Con la vejéz deja de funcionar
Qué felicidad, hacerte la cena
y qué seguridad saber que me esperas
Y el tiempo pasará
El sol se apagará
Y todo lo que sentiste fue normal..

Todo el amor es desasosiego
de lo que termina por desaparecer
Todo lo que me dijiste a medias
Son el lenguaje que no aprenderé

Qué felicidad llenarte la taza
Qué seguridad tenerte en la casa
Y el tiempo pasará, el sol se apagará
Y todo lo que sentiste fue normal

Qué felicidad hacerte la cena
y qué seguridad saber que me esperas
y qué tranquilidad el siempre felices
y qué facilidad, creer lo que dices
Y el tiempo pasará, el sol se apagará
Y todo lo que sentiste fue normal.

Yay for blogthings quizzes! (I know, I know, but I couldn't help myself...and I didn't create a group so I deserve some credit) At the very least, you can always count on them for a good laugh. Anyways, apparently I act like I'm 31. I'm not sure how I feel about that...aside from being entertained of course.  :P

You Act Like You Are 31 Years Old

You are a thirty-something at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! You're responsible, wise, and have enough experience to understand a lot of the world. You're at the point in your life where you understand yourself pretty well. You are figuring out what you want... and how to get it!

Link: http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/

This is the third time that I've 'forgotten' to take my penicillin. I say 'forgotten' because I genuinely think that my subconcious is at work. Firstly, because penicillin is naaaasty and I kind of gag every time I have to take. And, secondly because I find it interesting that when I needed to take a vicodin along with my penicillin (every six hours) I never missed a dose but now I keep forgetting. Hmmm.

On the upside, I'm halfway through my two weeks of being on a liquid diet. Yay!! :D

Jesus is irritating me right now. I have a 2000 piece puzzle of Da Vinci's "The Last Supper" and I swear its teasing me.  And before I get crap for owning a Jesus puzzle: it was on sale, I didn't buy it, and puzzles are generally fun. So =P