I'm going to start compiling a list here (and updating every so often) of really annoying pop songs. Songs that make me want to kill myself. Mostly, songs I hear over and over again over the loudspeaker at work. But they're just so darn catchy I can't stop singing them! Aaaaahhhhh! I think I'm going crazy! Anyway, here we go, in no particular order:
Every day - Hilary McRae
These Days - Bardot
Summer Sunshine - The Corrs
Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn, and John
Talk to Me - Stevie Nicks
Say What You Need to Say - John Mayer
Just Dance - Lady Gaga
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
Sorry - Buckcherry
Shiny Happy People - R.E.M.
Shine On - Ryan Cabrera
Love Story - Taylor Swift
Chasing Pavements - Adele
The Show - Lenka
Realize - Colbie Caillat
Thing Called Love - Bonnie Raitt
Come Undone - Duran Duran
We Are All Made of Stars - Moby
Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Fickle
Fickle:
/ˈfɪkəl/ [fik-uhl]
–adjective
1.
likely to change, esp. due to caprice, irresolution, or instability; casually changeable: fickle weather.
2.
not constant or loyal in affections: a fickle lover.
(P.S. That was from Dictionary.com)
A word (or two) about me being fickle. Yes, I am a fickle person in many regards, I always have been. It's one item on my laundry list of character flaws. In this post, I'd like to address my fickle nature in regard to cars. In one of my previous posts I blogged about how I was going to lose a bunch of weight and then buy my dream car, a Mustang. Well, as I've always known (but never cared much to change) and Wanda has become painfully aware, I'm always changing what my dream car is. Really, it's a car, and it's kind of dumb to dream and lust about them, anyway, but I do. When I was searching for a new car a few years ago, I decided that a Pontiac Grand Prix GT was the car for me and it was so wonderful so I was going to stop at nothing to make that my next car. And so I bought one. And it's been a very nice car for me, very reliable, comfortable, and attractive transportation. Don't get me wrong, it has it's flaws, but overall it has been a very fine car, solid transportation to get me from Point A to Point B. But, about a month after I bought it (and financed it), I decided I didn't like it anymore and was lamenting that to Wanda and saying that I should have bought something else. And on and on from one car to another while still being unhappily chained to my ol' Grand Prix. Wanda is such a good woman to put up with all of my bullshit (not just about cars, but everything).
Anyway, I eventually progressed down the line: Monte Carlo, Ford Mustang, Mitsubishi Eclipse/Eagle Talon/Plymouth Laser, Nissan 350Z, Nissan Maxima, Nissan Altima, and most recently, a Nissan Murano. Again, knowing that in the end a car is just transportation, I've come to the conclusion that there is nothing wrong with my car and I can be just fine and dandy with the one I have. Besides, Wanda has had her car for much longer than I've had mine and she's had her eye on a newer Nissan Altima for quite a while. It's her turn to get a car, and it's probably not healthy to be indulging in my flavor-of-the-month fancies for different cars and going to hell-in-a-hand-basket trying to sell my old car, finance new car, sell new car, finance newer car, etc. etc. It's an opportunity for me grow, to appreciate the things I have, and to learn some patience. So, Wanda, let's find a kick-ass Altima for you to drive and the ol' Grand Prix will be there to cheer it on!
/ˈfɪkəl/ [fik-uhl]
–adjective
1.
likely to change, esp. due to caprice, irresolution, or instability; casually changeable: fickle weather.
2.
not constant or loyal in affections: a fickle lover.
(P.S. That was from Dictionary.com)
A word (or two) about me being fickle. Yes, I am a fickle person in many regards, I always have been. It's one item on my laundry list of character flaws. In this post, I'd like to address my fickle nature in regard to cars. In one of my previous posts I blogged about how I was going to lose a bunch of weight and then buy my dream car, a Mustang. Well, as I've always known (but never cared much to change) and Wanda has become painfully aware, I'm always changing what my dream car is. Really, it's a car, and it's kind of dumb to dream and lust about them, anyway, but I do. When I was searching for a new car a few years ago, I decided that a Pontiac Grand Prix GT was the car for me and it was so wonderful so I was going to stop at nothing to make that my next car. And so I bought one. And it's been a very nice car for me, very reliable, comfortable, and attractive transportation. Don't get me wrong, it has it's flaws, but overall it has been a very fine car, solid transportation to get me from Point A to Point B. But, about a month after I bought it (and financed it), I decided I didn't like it anymore and was lamenting that to Wanda and saying that I should have bought something else. And on and on from one car to another while still being unhappily chained to my ol' Grand Prix. Wanda is such a good woman to put up with all of my bullshit (not just about cars, but everything).
Anyway, I eventually progressed down the line: Monte Carlo, Ford Mustang, Mitsubishi Eclipse/Eagle Talon/Plymouth Laser, Nissan 350Z, Nissan Maxima, Nissan Altima, and most recently, a Nissan Murano. Again, knowing that in the end a car is just transportation, I've come to the conclusion that there is nothing wrong with my car and I can be just fine and dandy with the one I have. Besides, Wanda has had her car for much longer than I've had mine and she's had her eye on a newer Nissan Altima for quite a while. It's her turn to get a car, and it's probably not healthy to be indulging in my flavor-of-the-month fancies for different cars and going to hell-in-a-hand-basket trying to sell my old car, finance new car, sell new car, finance newer car, etc. etc. It's an opportunity for me grow, to appreciate the things I have, and to learn some patience. So, Wanda, let's find a kick-ass Altima for you to drive and the ol' Grand Prix will be there to cheer it on!
Flash; Thunder
There's nothing quite like the tickle of anticipation and slight unease in the pit of your stomach as you await the arrival of an impending summer thunderstorm. It's almost as if the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up and you've been kicked in the gut. Standing out on someones porch or talking nervously in a parking lot while you feel the charge of all the particles in the air and a filmy haze seems to descend upon you and your surroundings. The coming storm, ready to unleash a violent and yet gentle lashing upon the earth. Scouring the soil of all its troubles and your mind of all its heartache and pain, if not for just a little while. Again, there's nothing quite like it. The crazed yet silent calm of a blizzard is close, but still no match for the thunderstorm. It's mesmerizing and therapeutic to sit at a window and watch, or to stand out amidst the deluge.
I hear there are some storms that are supposed to come to Lincoln tomorrow. It may only be March, but I hope we get something that's at least close to a summer storm. I could use some good weather therapy.
I hear there are some storms that are supposed to come to Lincoln tomorrow. It may only be March, but I hope we get something that's at least close to a summer storm. I could use some good weather therapy.
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