emptying my head out 7.1.11
what a week, ugh. winding down at work, getting ready to try and have a nice weekend :) random thoughts floating around right now:
on repeat, not cause i love it
usually i don't like wearing out one song on an album, i try to listen to the whole thing. but, you ever be jamming out to music, and a really good song comes on, but you don't get to enjoy it, cause someone interrupts you? yeah you do. i can't stand that shit. and i guess i got a little ocd where i won't let someone ruin a song for me. i will put it on repeat until i get to hear it from beginning to end, dammit!
only the last 5 minutes are good
lately i've been not sleeping well. i toss and turn all night, and never feel "right". except, i keep automatically looking at my phone, like 5 minutes before my alarm goes off every morning. like, "oh please, don't let it be time to get up already", and it is... and when that happens, i seem to get really comfy, and actually fall asleep for a few minutes. then the alarm goes off. what a bunch of fucking bullshit : / i need someone to bonk me over the head every night.
i've noticed so far this summer, that there are certain albums that sound even better, when i'm having fun at the pool. here are some of my favs- what's your poolside/lake jam?
best coast- crazy for you, sun was high single, when i'm with you single
beach house- teen dream
crystal stilts- in love with oblivion
thee oh sees- warm slime, help
bass drum of death- gb city
wavves- king of the beach
washed out- life of leisure, high times, within and without
tennis- cape dory
seapony- go with me
fresh & onlys- secret walls ep, play it strange
and my fav summer album, since it first came out: neon indian- psychic chasms "shoulda taken acid with you / take our clothes off in the swimming pool"
i dunno what's going on, but my head is exploding with white hairs. not even gray, just straight up white. i thought i didn't really care, but if i'm writing about it, i guess i do. even a few of the whiskers on my face are turning white, w-t-fuck. i'm only 30, but my hair must think i'm 50. i'm just gonna let it go and see what happens. maybe in 5-10 years i'll have a full-on tony sirico :P
same song in my head every day lately
"... and you will grow out of me, as naturally as branches from a tree
call it a ritual. call it whatever you will."
"you said the desert will eat us alive
i said i make the decisions, you just drive
... you just drive
and i saw the windmill raise from the ground
i heard the wind come creepin around
call it an act of easy mercy, to tear the structure down
... call it whatever you will."