I dreamed about you again last night.
Sep. 9th, 2003 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearSometimes I wonder what I would write about here if everyone I know wasn't reading.
I'm starting to think that my mornings are starting off so crappily so that my day can only get better. Though I shouldn't say such things because while things could always be better, they could also always be worse, so it's better to just deal with what you have rather than wish for otherwise. Today I had to deal with being awoke at 2 am, 4 am, and 6 am by the animals. It's my own fault -- I thought I shut the bathroom door, but at 2 she poked her head out and wailed for awhile. I talked to her and she stopped. At 4 am she started again, but this time, she was on the move. Her cries had this crazy doppler effect as she darted down the hallway. I found her in the den yelling, then hiding behind the couch. I had to pick her up by the scruff of the neck because she was hard to reach, then after some soothing, dropped her in the bathroom and made sure the door was closed all the way. At 6 am, Liesl and Sophie were having a woof-mew conversation through the closed door that maybe would have been super adorable if I wasn't trying to sleep. Somewhere in their, I had dreams about moving, namely going back to an apartment to pick up any last small things and there was furniture left behind and lots of it. It wasn't even mine -- it was my parents'. I also had some sort of panic attack at some point in the night about moving in together, but apparently I was so tired I just went back to sleep. I guess my vitamin B12 wore off.
This morning I had no to-go coffee mugs, so I drank my coffee on the couch while watching my girlfriend Tamron Hall give me the news. There was a study on '20somethings' and television, saying that half of all '20somethings' report to feeling depressed, a large percentage of them get their news from MTV and Comedy Central because the regular news is too depressing, half of them have money problems, and a third of them hate their jobs. I sat there with my cereal thinking, great, I'm a statistic. I'm a fcking statistic.
I don't want to be a fcking statistic.
10. if you could only hold on to 10 cds (this means giving up your i-pod too) which ones would they be?
Now, if this scenario was actually happening to me, I would probably burn myself 10 CD's full of songs that I wanted to have, but answering that question would be extremely time-consuming, so instead I'll take this question as an opportunity to list ten albums that I love from beginning to end and could anticipate listening to for years to come.
Dusty Springfield -- Dusty in Memphis
Miles Davis -- Kind of Blue
Lucinda Williams -- Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
Kate Bush -- The Whole Story
Tricky -- Maxinquaye
Mos Def -- Black on Both Sides
Ghostface Killah -- Supreme Clientale
Bob Marley -- Legend
Everything but the Girl -- Home Movies
Joni Mitchell -- Blue
Ooh, there's no room for Beth Orten's Central Reservation. Ack! There's no Bjork. Damn, I fcked up. Oh well. It's hard for me to think of parting with any of the others, though I'm sure on a different day it might be easier. I think my list would change a little bit on a given week, but not too drastically. I feel some remote obligation to have something like The Beatles' Abbey Road or Sgt Pepper's or other classic albums, but eh.
11. You're stranded on a deserted island with nothing but a turntable/recordplayer & one LP... what LP?
Okay, so maybe here I'll say "Bjork's Greatest Hits".
12. Do you think I'll be able to find a 1 bedrm for $500-600/month in Logan Square?
Well, they tell me it's a renter's market, so according to "they", the answer is yes. From my own experience, I think you can maybe do it too. Well, maybe for $625 or $650 or at least a fifteen minute walk from the train station and no laundry in the building. The upshot is I would be nearby.
13. Isn't it sad that random people can't make out with you in the DJ booth at Circuit anymore?
It's still somewhat possible, though frankly I'm okay with it not happening too frequently. I get easily distracted and overwhelmed and don't like to be kissing someone when my real thoughts are "did i cue the next song up correctly? is this song almost over?"
14. Which Hitchcock film is your favorite?
HARD! HARD! Almost as hard as the music question. Ugh....okay, so while Vertigo is technically and thematically more amazing piece of cinematic art, and objectively my pick for Hitchcock's best work, I have to confess my true favorite, the one I actually watch most often and love, is The Man Who Knew Too Much. The one with Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day.
But then there's Rear Window...and Dial M for Murder (in 3D)......
what was the most remarkable thing of your 14th year of existence?
Wow. When I was 14 I was in 9th grade. I think the most remarkable thing of that year is I stopped being as completely miserable and friendless as I had been the previous years. A lot of people loved middle school and hated high school, but I was the opposite. My 6th, 7th, and 8th grade years were horrible with all the backstabbing and ruthlessness and drama and crying outbreaks and suicide attempts and drug use and breaking up people who were dating - most of this was going around me, I wasn't the active participant, just the nerdy friend that they tease relentlessly on the good days and came to me for support on the bad ones. But 9th grade I found other nerd friends, and we all attended this science program the first quarter where we got to do cool nerdy things like use a scanning electron microscope and collect animal specimens in a creek and trap birds. It was extremely validating and I started to make genuine friendships that lasted throughout the rest of high school.
If money weren't an issue, where would you live after this next year in Chicago was up?
I wouldn't necessarily leave Chicago even if I had money, I just might live in a better place. Though, if it was a limited opportunity where I could have all my expenses paid for a year so I had have this chance to live anywhere, it's a tossup. Somedays I would say Europe -- not even one place, just spend the whole year travelling from country to country, spending a month in each place. Other days I would say Tokyo because I'd love to visit and spend time there but it's so expensive. Of course there's always New York City, a place I dream of living but think it would be more fun if I wasn't just scraping by. But today, today I would choose to live in Tibet in a monastary.
In Other NewsTM, despite needing a shave and a haircut, I'm looking very cute and sexy today. I think it's the argyle socks that do it. I'm also getting a free lunch today.
I'm starting to think that my mornings are starting off so crappily so that my day can only get better. Though I shouldn't say such things because while things could always be better, they could also always be worse, so it's better to just deal with what you have rather than wish for otherwise. Today I had to deal with being awoke at 2 am, 4 am, and 6 am by the animals. It's my own fault -- I thought I shut the bathroom door, but at 2 she poked her head out and wailed for awhile. I talked to her and she stopped. At 4 am she started again, but this time, she was on the move. Her cries had this crazy doppler effect as she darted down the hallway. I found her in the den yelling, then hiding behind the couch. I had to pick her up by the scruff of the neck because she was hard to reach, then after some soothing, dropped her in the bathroom and made sure the door was closed all the way. At 6 am, Liesl and Sophie were having a woof-mew conversation through the closed door that maybe would have been super adorable if I wasn't trying to sleep. Somewhere in their, I had dreams about moving, namely going back to an apartment to pick up any last small things and there was furniture left behind and lots of it. It wasn't even mine -- it was my parents'. I also had some sort of panic attack at some point in the night about moving in together, but apparently I was so tired I just went back to sleep. I guess my vitamin B12 wore off.
This morning I had no to-go coffee mugs, so I drank my coffee on the couch while watching my girlfriend Tamron Hall give me the news. There was a study on '20somethings' and television, saying that half of all '20somethings' report to feeling depressed, a large percentage of them get their news from MTV and Comedy Central because the regular news is too depressing, half of them have money problems, and a third of them hate their jobs. I sat there with my cereal thinking, great, I'm a statistic. I'm a fcking statistic.
I don't want to be a fcking statistic.
10. if you could only hold on to 10 cds (this means giving up your i-pod too) which ones would they be?
Now, if this scenario was actually happening to me, I would probably burn myself 10 CD's full of songs that I wanted to have, but answering that question would be extremely time-consuming, so instead I'll take this question as an opportunity to list ten albums that I love from beginning to end and could anticipate listening to for years to come.
Dusty Springfield -- Dusty in Memphis
Miles Davis -- Kind of Blue
Lucinda Williams -- Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
Kate Bush -- The Whole Story
Tricky -- Maxinquaye
Mos Def -- Black on Both Sides
Ghostface Killah -- Supreme Clientale
Bob Marley -- Legend
Everything but the Girl -- Home Movies
Joni Mitchell -- Blue
Ooh, there's no room for Beth Orten's Central Reservation. Ack! There's no Bjork. Damn, I fcked up. Oh well. It's hard for me to think of parting with any of the others, though I'm sure on a different day it might be easier. I think my list would change a little bit on a given week, but not too drastically. I feel some remote obligation to have something like The Beatles' Abbey Road or Sgt Pepper's or other classic albums, but eh.
11. You're stranded on a deserted island with nothing but a turntable/recordplayer & one LP... what LP?
Okay, so maybe here I'll say "Bjork's Greatest Hits".
12. Do you think I'll be able to find a 1 bedrm for $500-600/month in Logan Square?
Well, they tell me it's a renter's market, so according to "they", the answer is yes. From my own experience, I think you can maybe do it too. Well, maybe for $625 or $650 or at least a fifteen minute walk from the train station and no laundry in the building. The upshot is I would be nearby.
13. Isn't it sad that random people can't make out with you in the DJ booth at Circuit anymore?
It's still somewhat possible, though frankly I'm okay with it not happening too frequently. I get easily distracted and overwhelmed and don't like to be kissing someone when my real thoughts are "did i cue the next song up correctly? is this song almost over?"
14. Which Hitchcock film is your favorite?
HARD! HARD! Almost as hard as the music question. Ugh....okay, so while Vertigo is technically and thematically more amazing piece of cinematic art, and objectively my pick for Hitchcock's best work, I have to confess my true favorite, the one I actually watch most often and love, is The Man Who Knew Too Much. The one with Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day.
But then there's Rear Window...and Dial M for Murder (in 3D)......
what was the most remarkable thing of your 14th year of existence?
Wow. When I was 14 I was in 9th grade. I think the most remarkable thing of that year is I stopped being as completely miserable and friendless as I had been the previous years. A lot of people loved middle school and hated high school, but I was the opposite. My 6th, 7th, and 8th grade years were horrible with all the backstabbing and ruthlessness and drama and crying outbreaks and suicide attempts and drug use and breaking up people who were dating - most of this was going around me, I wasn't the active participant, just the nerdy friend that they tease relentlessly on the good days and came to me for support on the bad ones. But 9th grade I found other nerd friends, and we all attended this science program the first quarter where we got to do cool nerdy things like use a scanning electron microscope and collect animal specimens in a creek and trap birds. It was extremely validating and I started to make genuine friendships that lasted throughout the rest of high school.
If money weren't an issue, where would you live after this next year in Chicago was up?
I wouldn't necessarily leave Chicago even if I had money, I just might live in a better place. Though, if it was a limited opportunity where I could have all my expenses paid for a year so I had have this chance to live anywhere, it's a tossup. Somedays I would say Europe -- not even one place, just spend the whole year travelling from country to country, spending a month in each place. Other days I would say Tokyo because I'd love to visit and spend time there but it's so expensive. Of course there's always New York City, a place I dream of living but think it would be more fun if I wasn't just scraping by. But today, today I would choose to live in Tibet in a monastary.
In Other NewsTM, despite needing a shave and a haircut, I'm looking very cute and sexy today. I think it's the argyle socks that do it. I'm also getting a free lunch today.
