Love it or hate it.

December 29, 2007

The ever-changing list of favorite tunes. Love it or hate it, here it is.

William Fitzsimmons: Funeral Dress, When You Were Young (1)

Seabear: Cat Piano

Alexi Murdoch: Love You More, Orange Sky

Jose Gonzalez: Heartbeats, Crosses

Cary Brothers: Ride (2)

Jay Nash: Falling Down

Greg Laswell: Sing, Theresa Says (3)

Joshua Radin: The whole We Were Here album—I could listen to this non-stop. Favorite song: Today.

Iron and Wine: Carousel

Matt Nathanson: Still. And, I do also like the song Come on Get Higher, which is allegedly about eating ice cream. For shizzle…can I pull off saying that? Probably not because I think the correct term is fo’ shizzle.

Landon Pigg: Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop (4)

My mix probably sounds a little Zach Braff-ian, but I swear I was not influenced by his top friends list on Myspace at all. We just happen to share similar music taste, amongst (I am sure) many other things. I do have a crush on him, if that isn’t apparent. But, I am confident that it could never work out between us because well, we all know Jesus is my homeboy. Fo’ shizzle.

XO, me

Notes:
(1) I am confused as to why Fitzsimmons is not better known. I think that his music is amazing.

(2) Did you know that it is only one guy that is Cary Brothers? I feel misled because of this name and for so long thinking it was two brothers, like THE Cary Brothers. I finally found out that Brothers is Cary’s last name. That seems like trivia-worthy information.

(3) He’s rumored to have dated Mandy Moore.

(4) I know this probably means that I have sold out by liking a song that is part of, quite possibly, the cutest commercial I have ever seen. This song could make a girl sell her sewing machine for the chance to be the woman that is so sweetly handed that ugly diamond pendant during the car ride. Swoon.

Hello world! (Or, hi mom!)

December 28, 2007

One time, I thought I was maybe cool enough to have a blog. “You have lots of stuff in your head that can be kind of funny occasionally,” I thought. Or at least my mom thinks so. I mean, when I have a rough day, where I feel awkward and socially inept, who do I call? My mom. Who do I call after I Cliff Claven (1) all over the boy that tries to talk to me about the book I am reading at the coffee shop? My mom. Who do I want to share the goofy thing I did to the cat in the driveway (2)? My mom. At least she makes me feel like I am smart and funny. I mean, let’s be honest. She is probably the only one that is going to read this anyway. Thanks for laughing with me mom.

XO, me

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Notes:

(1) To Cliff Claven all over someone means to be so shocked that the attractive person talking to you is actually talking TO YOU, that you can’t get intelligent, clever, or possibly any words out. It might sound something like, “Uh, a, yeah, um, uh huh.”

(2) It is kind of lame when you point your blue cane at the jerk of a cat lounging about in the driveway and say “Byoom, byoom!” at it when you are alone.

A PJ Kind of Day

December 28, 2007

One time, I was sitting at my parents’ house, on the couch, in my jammies, listening to William Fitzsimmons and Joshua Radin, and I thought to myself, “It is 3:25–get dressed lady! You have places to go and people to see.” And, then I remembered, I don’t. I think I am going to spend the day in my PJs. Hope you have a day like mine.

XO, me