No. 187: last beat

Okay, so I slacked a little in the whole blogging area.

Without the playlist, here are the songs from the past weeks. I've been moving back into my apartment, settling myself, kirking out about books, working at Carma's, getting out of my Ecology class and getting into Intro to Cog Psych, which I've heard is amazing. Catching up on House.
Anyway, here. The explanations are short for the first one, mostly b/c I didn't write any down when I wrote down the songs, but yeah...

1. Rain by Patty Griffin: It was kind of gross in San Diego. Made me feel like listening to sad girl music.
   
2. Santeria by Sublime: Nick and I sang along to this whilst it blared through the speakers of the GIANT SUV we had in Santa Barbara. It was a good moment.
   
3. Build Me Up, Buttercup by The Foundations: This played on the radio in California about every 10 minutes one day. It was sort of eerie.
   
4. Iron Man by Black Sabbath: Nick wanted to watch the movie in Santa Barbara and then Dad, when I got to San Diego. Having already seen it twice and being utterly exhausted, I fell asleep almost instantly both times.
   
5. In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel: Someone was talking about it before I got on the plane home. We didn't technically cross over the sea, but there was that aeroplane.
   
6. Evil by Interpol: Whenever I put my Ipod on shuffle last week, this song would come up. The beginning is so pretty, though, the harmony and all.
   
7. Never Gonna Give You Up by Cake: Matt tried to teach me how to drive the GTI while we were listening to Cake's Rarities and B-Sides. I stalled out a lot to this song, much to my frustration. I've been assured it's a difficult car to learn on.
   

Today I'm going to get paint with Carlos (red) for our walls. I'm painting an accent wall in my dinning area, he's doing his whole apartment. First, Jenny's coming over and we're going to get my books. It is a rainy, gross day and we've both decided to dress like slobs. So if you see me today, just know that I look that way on purpose. ;) I also have to go over to my father's at some point today and get my rent check, since he's being a five year old and refusing to just send it to me. Because I reallly want to make a half hour drive over to Dundalk to pick up a damn check. But I'm relaxing about it, b/c as my mother and Matt both reminded me: it doesn't do a lot to drop to his level and get angry about it. He hasn't changed in 40 years, he's not likely to now just b/c I'm mad at him. And so, I wooooo-saaaahh.

Tomorrow: While I eat breakfast I'll post this week's 7, with the playlist included.

Cheers,
H.

P.S. Finally saw Close Encounters of the Third Kind last night. SOOOO good. I now have a near overpowering desire to sculpt mashed potatos. Silly.