After my parents left yesterday, I promptly came back to my room and downloaded about six Bruce Springsteen albums: it's weird, because I've always liked him, but I only knew about a handful of songs, and had never even listened to 'Born in the U.S.A.' Sad, I know. It was rectified by about SIX SOLID HOURS listening to him (my ears hurt) yesterday, and more this morning. I blame Stewbug. I also DL'd Lisa Hannigan, David Byrne, and another Wilco album - this was tinged with guilt, since I didn't get them from iTunes and thus didn't pay, but I think we can all agree I spend way too much money on music. But back to Bruce: I looooooooove him. AGH. How did I go this long without getting this far in? Clearly O'T has good taste that goes far beyond his awesome teaching skillz - I remember when he made us listen to 'Jesus Was An Only Son' on repeat for forever, and how excited he was when he found a picture of Bruce that looked EXACTLY like Slim in
Of Mice And Men (oh O'T... you're such a geek). But the music, just... guh. And there's so much of it! And it's all good! I loved reading his Wiki page, especially the part when it describes him having such difficultly with 'Born to Run' and getting so frustrated because he had sounds in his head that he couldn't translate or describe. <3
FAVOURITE SONGS (so far - if you want me to upload any, just ask):
o1. Dancing in the Dark - forever and always my favourite Bruce song, partly because it's also my dad's, and he once explained why, telling me about his last summer in grad school, living in a basement apartment without a girlfriend and going walking in the road because he couldn't finish writing his thesis to the lyric of "sick of sittin' round here trying' to right this book." <3
o2. Jesus Was An Only Son - sitting in O'T's classroom listening to Bruce explain the song. The
explanation video is beautiful.
o3. Born in the U.S.A - because. You can't NOT love this song.
o4. My Hometown - a beautiful lowkey one, and you can just tell he cares so much about it, and it's really a song that anyone can apply to any hometown ever.
o5. Working on a Dream - yep, he's still got it.
o6. Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out - it's fun.
o7. Darlington County - ditto.
The rest: Thunder Road, Jungleland, Glory Days, My City of Ruins (<3), and I'm On Fire.
After that afternoon spent doing nothing but refreshing facbook, listening to Bruce, and playing Spider Solitaire (game of champions!), I was determined to make today productive, and I have since written about 700 words for my English essay (none of those words are any good, but nothing a lot of hardcore judo-style editing can't twist around), written my Arabic conversation, and practised my Arabic reading. I want to finish my rough draft of the essay, go running, and to Church this evening.
Yeah, that's right. Church. I got a really strong urge to go to one this morning, since I haven't been in FOREVER, but decided to wait until the rez one tonight. Had a sort of really largeish religious thinking session the other day, but that's a matter for private entries - y'all don't want to hear my religious whingeing ;)
Also: apparently I have lost 15-20ish pounds? Or something? I don't really know how to work the scale at the gym, it's one of the sliding weight ones and I don't know how accurate it is, but that's 15 pounds since READING WEEK. Which was not that long ago. I wasn't even trying to, I just wanted to not sit in my room so much, so I've been running, walking, or working out every day since then, and it's been a lot more dramatic than I thought it would be (especially since I was already doing it before Reading Week, just not as much). I'm fine with the way I look, I like it: I'm comfortable and I'm healthy and I don't really WANT to be skinnier, but if I can run longer and breathe more fresh air and have better arm muscles (my nickname in Grade 8-9 was "Pipes," lolol. Clearly THAT didn't last) then that's pretty darn spifftastic. So GO ME, I guess. XD XD
I HAVE SO MUCH GOOD FOOD. I just had a bowl of vanilla yogurt and half a pink grapefruit - I think grapefruit is right up there with lobster in the 'difficulty:taste' ratio of REALLY FREAKING HUGE. I managed not to squirt myself in the eye, but I nearly had to attack the thing with a steakknife ("grapefruit - DEAD!"), and had to make a mad lunge to save my Arabic notes a few times (that'll learn me to eat at my desk. Bad Colline!). I was in a grapefruit mood after picturing The Noise in Arizona all week with my grandparents' orange, lemon, and grapefruit trees - they are soo good and fresh and tasty you wouldn't believe it. So sunny and juicy, mmmm. And then I had some of this delicious French cheese my parents brought me from Quebec, mmmmmmm. It's like Brie but BETTER. Clearly I need to go back from France because I miss
fromage a chevres, soooo good.
It's a beautiful day out: clear, sunny, with a cold breeze. Last night was also fun, with my illegal Philippino rum and Coyote giving Aleesha a lap dance for her birthday XD Have a happy Sunday
and listen to Bruuuuuuuuce!
-Colline
ETA: Wow, did not picture Eliot Spitzer as A) articulate about the media's suckitude, and B) a Jon Stewart fanboy. A+, Spitzah. A+