Monday, May 11, 2009

EW

I feel reallly sick. On top of that, while trying to keep standing, I got a text from J while I was chillin with everyone after class. Soooo dramatic.

"I didn't know."

Ugh. I'm gonna have to deal with that. This whole day as been ew.


Blahz. I'm really not in the mood.

edit:8:01pm
WATCHING GOSSIP GIRL! I feel better teeeehee. So I texted him back and it was really dumb. It was nothing. BUT I DID NOT APPRECIATE THAT BECAUSE I WAS SUCH SUCH SUCH IN A SICK MOOD ew. But now. To watch people's lives that are both better and worse than my own.

I figured out that I like naughty books. Or books that will provoke my guilty pleasures... just for fun. Yes, I enjoy reallly deep books, too, but I've never had a book that I wanted to read because I knew I shouldn't turn out to be like those people. I'm only talking about two right now....








I figured that I'd go back to basics. I love, love, love.... jazz. I love Brazilian and Portuguese jazz, and contemporary artists such as Diana Krall, Jamie Cullum, and Michael Buble. I'm always afraid to admitting I'm a fan of something, even if I am, because the truth is, when it comes to music, I'm all about how it makes me feel. Jazz makes me feel sexy, calm, naughty... but so does certain types of hip-hop, rock, pop... Maybe I'm not using the right adjective, or maybe I'm too strung up on pills to really know how to explain my music revelations, but I love music for the beauty of it, not necessarily the trivial facts of past and future.

"Lover You Should Have Come Over" - Jamie Cullum
"Feeling Good" - Michael Buble
"Girl From Ipanema" - Astrud Gilberto (OF COURSE, but I love all of their work)
"Sexy" - Black Eyed Peas
And a lot of things from SERGIO MENDES

I'll add things to my page.
OH and I just read that "Cry Me A River" was used in the "V For Vendetta" movie. I had no idea-- I loved it since I was like, 9, I think, if not a littler later. I heard it on the radio on the way to Vegas, when allll the stars are visible, and for one of the first times in my life... I cried for beauty.



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