Spicy Song Of The Week

And by THE week, I mean LAST week.

I can explain. Just not here. I'm not interested sharing with the blogosphere just what has been distracting me from writing. I will say she's very cute. Along with homework, various jobs, family and friends, I had to build a new back burner farther back than any burner before, and that's where blogging ended up.

So with a focus on last week, let's see..

I made the bold move of asking a girl out on a REAL date, and then as soon as she said yes, I disappeared for five days to work the Calgary Auto Show. Good move...let the suspense grow.

Anyways, I worked the Autoshow. For Dodge. Now I don't care one bit if you like Dodge, or Ford, or GMC. I don't care whether you like trucks. I don't even care if you like cars in general.  What gets me wound up is when stupid truck people  feel like I need to know what kind of truck they have, and how there's is so much better than any dodge truck. I became quite the smartass with these people, pulling out words longer than their handlebar moustaches in order to confuse them and encourage them to leave me alone. Truck people who come to the autoshow freak me out. Depress me. Make me feel ashamed for western culture. THEY are the cliche, typical people we imagine when we try and describe our civilization's consumerist flaws. Global warming? Truck people. Wasting of resources? Truck people. Poor money management, terrible health, low education....................................truck people. They came out in HERDS to the autoshow, drooling and puking and stumbling around half drunk to put greasy fingers all over the highly polished cars, emotionally battered blonde bombshell girlfriend in tow, overshadowed by the 'beauty' of a diesel engine.

Don't get me wrong...not ALL truck people are like this. There were some regular, smart, funny, and healthy people passionate about these trucks. But the concentration of degenerates in the Dodge area versus the Jaguar, Land Rover, or even just Honda area? It's no coincidence. But alas, they pay me well to smile and convince people that Dodge is awesome, and if anyone can act the part, it's me. Plus they cleaned up the puke pretty quickly. Money in the bank!

So a bold move followed by an eyebrow raising five days summarizes last week pretty well. I didn't have much of a chance to listen to music, but I wanted to throw in a band that has eluded this playlist thus far, so after the long rant, let's get to it.

Myriad Harbour

The New Pornographers

Challengers

This is not their best song. It's just that Darcy and I used to play this song. We didn't quite know all the words, so we'd make them up. With a whopping three chords, it sure did challenge our ability....ok not really, but it was fun. It was chill. We just took it one verse at a time and had fun the whole way. It's a metaphor for my new outlook on relationships. One day at a time, and it better be fun. Oh...and so far? it's been fun. And so unexpected.

In general right now, though, I'm just waiting for summer. I feel like 'fun' is on hold until there's no such thing as papers and midterms. One day at a time, and I'll try not to get completely burnt out.

Spicy Song Of The Week

I can't focus. On anything. Not even writing this. And I don't know why. I had a blast last night. Though as always, I worry I made a fool of myself. But I don't think so. Not yet, anyways. I tried to be awesome, to be me... to talk less and listen more. But that wasn't too hard since a) I WANTED to listen, and b) she likes to talk. Funny how that always works out.

Anyways, I thoroughly enjoyed the whole evening, even if it was long and we were both tired.The music was great. I knew if I waited to write this week's SSOTW, it would be worth it: I discovered an awesome band.

It's kinda a mix between Michael Bernard Fitzgerald and some generic 90's band, with the voice & style, slightly reminding me of The Dudes. Best described as 'unique but familiar', this guy makes me jealous. He totally looks like Ryan Gosling from The Notebook. No fair, since he sings so well too. Anyways, this is  3.8 minutes of fun that captures the awesomeness of my night. Check this guy out on Myspace...he's from Calgary!

In This Moment

Noel Johnson

Spirit Of The Day

Best Commerical

He's on a horse.

Define: Can't Handle

1. I just spent 3 minutes analyzing my fingerprints. It's unbelievable that those tiny little things are like a piece of my soul. Like no one else, my soul is unique. My fingerprints define me. When i touch something, a tiny little bit of ME is left there, and you can SEE it. My thoughts, feelings, ambitions, worries, and stresses are all symbolified..no..that's not a word. SYMBOLIZED by that little unique mark in the universe. BOOM. That was your mind being blown.

2. I told Quade today that I want to live in a vacuum for a little while. But not a hoover vacuum. I mean the one with neither space nor time nor people nor events nor deadlines nor girls nor school nor work nor hunger. He suggested that I go to a small island. I told him that that's not good enough. What I would need to do is go to an island, dig a hole, and crawl into it with nothing more than chips, salsa, and 4 seasons of Family Matters. That's basically the desperate state my mind is in right now. So unhealthy.

3.Guys, the sun? It's SO far away. Just stop tomorrow and look up and see where it is, so bright and big and epic. Yet it's completely silent. It's mind-numbingly far away. and most importantly...it's just floating there. Just chillin in the sky.

"Doo dum diddy dee I'm the sun, hangin with my pals, the planets, suspended in an endless void. Don't mind me."

Don't even get me started on the moon.    The MOON.


4. I'm going crazy. Reading week was so much more stressful than a regular week, and I still haven't gotten caught up. I'm going to have varied conversations (of various lengths and depths) with around 11 different people tomorrow in person when in fact I should be writing a paper. This paper? Oh man. I think this sums it up nicely: I was falling behind in this class and asked for an extension on this 2500 word essay. He tells me I have an extra weekend. The next day, he sends the whole class an email giving EVERYONE an extension. SO...can i have an ACTUAL extension on top of that now please? I need to feel special. Superior. oorr....at least less panicked than everyone else.

5. This kid I mentor? He calls me at 11:38 PM to tell me he thinks the Joker from Batman is hiding in his room. Oh..and that he has been watching scary movies. DUDE. KID. Stop watching the movies. That way we can both get a little sleep, aight?

6. It's so painful to read my posts from last year. I was SO bored. I had time to be interesting. I should have been communicating with future Josh and helping him out then. Now I resent you, past Josh. How do you like that? ANSWER ME.

7. I can't handle.