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Thursday night
Oct. 11th, 2002 12:11 amIt's been about a year since the last mixed CD I've made, which is about my average. This evening, I decided that the next one is pretty much ready to be made any day now. (I collect songs during the year to weed out the stuff I get bored with.)
So I'm listening to it tonight. When I started, I was a perfectly rational, happy human being. Eleven songs later, I'm on the verge of a seeking therapy for my dehabilitating depression and pondering what the purpose of life really is, after all. What is it with me and depressing songs?! Choice lines : "Now that you're gone, I can't cry hard enough.. for you to hear me now" / "I thought I lost you somewhere, but you were never really ever there at all" / "I don't feel nothing, I just feel cold" / "So confused, my heart's bruised - was I ever loved by you? ... I never had your heart" / "..handing you a heart worth breaking.." / "Drink my worries down the drain... fly away to someone new" / "I don't want to fall apart this time" / "I waited for an hour last Friday night.. she never came around.. she took almost everything from me"
I think, on second thought, this CD needs a little help before I burn it. Argh. I've even depressed Magnus, who never pays attention to lyrics. The ones that didn't have quoted lines have melancholy tunes.
In other news, I have discovered an alternative to cleaning! Yay! I put a stickup type air freshener in the a/c vent. Now the house smells fresh and clean with no work involved. Yay!
Also, today was the Day of the Deep Fried Twinkies. A couple of weeks ago I took a news article that I'd printed to my dad, about how the newest craze is deepfried twinkies. I did not expect him to get quite so into the idea. *giggle* It's all he's talked about since then, that he wants to get that going and sell some Twinkies at this or that festival. Any lull in the conversation could be broken by comments about how much they'd sell for, etc. My dad is very silly sometimes.. the more we rolled our eyes, the more he talked about it. So anyway, today he finally breaks out the fryer and throws a few in. They were okay but nothing I'd ever pay $3 for. Hopefully, he'll be happy now, though. ;)
Now that I've turned off my depressing music, my baby is playing our song for me. He's so sweet. :)
So I'm listening to it tonight. When I started, I was a perfectly rational, happy human being. Eleven songs later, I'm on the verge of a seeking therapy for my dehabilitating depression and pondering what the purpose of life really is, after all. What is it with me and depressing songs?! Choice lines : "Now that you're gone, I can't cry hard enough.. for you to hear me now" / "I thought I lost you somewhere, but you were never really ever there at all" / "I don't feel nothing, I just feel cold" / "So confused, my heart's bruised - was I ever loved by you? ... I never had your heart" / "..handing you a heart worth breaking.." / "Drink my worries down the drain... fly away to someone new" / "I don't want to fall apart this time" / "I waited for an hour last Friday night.. she never came around.. she took almost everything from me"
I think, on second thought, this CD needs a little help before I burn it. Argh. I've even depressed Magnus, who never pays attention to lyrics. The ones that didn't have quoted lines have melancholy tunes.
In other news, I have discovered an alternative to cleaning! Yay! I put a stickup type air freshener in the a/c vent. Now the house smells fresh and clean with no work involved. Yay!
Also, today was the Day of the Deep Fried Twinkies. A couple of weeks ago I took a news article that I'd printed to my dad, about how the newest craze is deepfried twinkies. I did not expect him to get quite so into the idea. *giggle* It's all he's talked about since then, that he wants to get that going and sell some Twinkies at this or that festival. Any lull in the conversation could be broken by comments about how much they'd sell for, etc. My dad is very silly sometimes.. the more we rolled our eyes, the more he talked about it. So anyway, today he finally breaks out the fryer and throws a few in. They were okay but nothing I'd ever pay $3 for. Hopefully, he'll be happy now, though. ;)
Now that I've turned off my depressing music, my baby is playing our song for me. He's so sweet. :)
