Sorry, I’m feeling very random right now.
There are days when I really don’t feel like dealing with people.
There are whole weeks like that, too. I feel one coming on – don’t worry if I start acting bitchy. I need to start drinking coffee in the mornings again.
I haven’t been lately, ’cause my house is really dry. Coffee dehydrates me even more. I think I’ll get the humidifier out tonight – my cello doesn’t like the dry-ness either. It really sucks to wake up and feel parched.
It also sucks to wake up knowing that you’ve got nothing to do that day except rehearsal.
It also sucks not to have someone to love. I only say this because the Rolling Stones cover of “Everybody Needs Somebody to Love” just came on. It’s true, though.
Actually, the Rolling Stones often speak great truths with their songs. Like “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” Or “It’s Not Easy.” Or even that old classic, “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction.”
There are lots of weird song names out there. Like Vidrar vel til loftarasa (which is Icelandic for “Good weather for an airstrike.”) Or the Norwegian hardcore-metal band Turbonegro’s classic, “Sell Your Body To The Night.” (Other fun tidbits from them include songs like “I Got Erection,” “Denim Demon,” “Fuck The World,” and “Wipe It ‘Til It Bleeds.”)
I’m almost glad that many metal songs are in foreign languages, or just plain incomprehensible. It sounds like the lyrics are quite disturbed.
Crap. Now I’ve got Disturbia stuck in my head. Damn you Rihanna!
I really don’t know why I’m posting this. It’s just a random stream-of-conciousness thing. Sort of like Catcher In The Rye, but without the angst.
My friend Molly named her mobile phone Holden. Because it’s a phone-y. *ba-dum tish*