Wonder how many bits of me are still me, you know, those areas untouched and uninfluenced by the people I have come to know. When I like a picture, do I like it for me or for a style or because perhaps s/he liked it and now, I can’t stop radiating towards their familiarity when I find it.
Sometimes while searching for new music, I find awesome song titles that win me over before I’ve even pressed play. Tonight, “You Guys Are Gonna Wake Up My Mom” by Field Mouse wins.
That Bright Eyes recorded a Christmas song (there may be others)?
It almost seems antithetical.
I didn’t realize how many memories are unconsciously linked into things as minuscule as temporary wi-fi connections.
…every single spot is tied into a moment that is suddenly brought into sharp focus all over again. It doesn’t feel bad to look back — no matter how some may feel about looking backwards instead of constantly forwards. It doesn’t have to always be sad or melancholy — it can be wistful and enjoyable to remember the good times (or the bad that have since passed).
OR… there’s always this: now I’ll remember where to get wi-fi when I travel again.
It’s a bit ridiculous that every time I log onto the EP website (which is basically every day for work or school), I have a strong urge to board the next flight to Brussels and have a drink at Plux. And not even a drink — it’s about being in the European Quarter. Ahhhh nostalgia is going to be the end of me if I don’t get a handle on it ASAP.
is basically a full-time job. So. Many. Options.
I like how I can be 0:04 seconds into Another Day In Paradise and already know that’s what it is. Dark and stormy sounds iconic of none other than Phil. Mix that with a book I’m reading that is set in the early 90s, Wall Street, and things become a lot less heavy.
I’ve been on “vacation” with my parents (but not really since it’s not the official one, unofficially) and although the city we’re in has been super nice and I know it moderately well (for being gone for 5 years, seriously, I haven’t been lost once!) so that’s been helpful. Yet I’ve also been without internet and truth be told: I also have one of those dinosaur phones that only speaks to other dinosaur phones. It doesn’t actually communicate with those shiny new things that call themselves “4G” and “smart.”
…so you can imagine my predicament. Especially when that involves being stuck with my Dad (who also tends to be über sensitive about …well, nearly everything). I love him, don’t get me wrong, but we’re like two porcupines. Things get out of hand really quickly.
Right now I’m attempting to “study” in a Starbucks. Yeah, imagine how well that is going. I’m about to bust out of here and go lay on the beach… you know… barring any really weird sundress tan lines that could arise.