Meme Time!

Stolen from my rockstar friend janejellyroll.

The Mission:
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs.

Lately I've been into soundtracks. Really into soundtracks. They've pretty much become the new black. Witness.

1. "Don't I Hold You" Wheat (from the Elizabethtown Soundtrack)
2. "Verdi Cries" 10,000 Maniacs (and pretty much the entire In My Tribe CD)
3. "Feelin' Good" Nina Simone (and the entire Six Feet Under Everything Ends Soundtrack)
4. "Waiting For My Real Life To Begin" Colin Hay
5. "Season of Love" from Rent
6. "Fix You" Coldplay
7. "Barstool" Gary Jules

The Garden State Soundtrack still gets all kinds of circulation, as does Zero 7 and Aire.

Weekend Prattle

Today was a good day. It started out with a productive bang, fizzled with a three hour nap, and picked back up with a snarkfest at H&J's and some quality movie-watching.

Witness my super-powers as demonstrated in the AM:

*Went to my very important meeting.
* Placed THREE unreturned calls to the woman I'm introducing at tomorrow's SOAW Vigil.
* Went to the Farmer's Market to order my mom's Christmas present (it's the Reagan one) and had one of those rare "I've grown up to be a pretty good person" moments. I realized that I have many of the things I hoped for and many that I couldn't even fathom. Granted, there's more to do, much more, but I'm happy to be where I am. I suspect the sun, music, smells, and the many, many familar and friendly faces helped in framing my mood as such. It's good to be known in a relatively small town. I love going to the market and seeing so many people that I know and like and people that I simply enjoy observing (this is a good place for charming kids and happy babies--a rare and special arena, all things considered). I hung out with my favorite peaceniks, had some incredible Afghan food, and listened to the hippie cover band (I can't recall what they were covering) compete with the classical violinist. Lovely is an overused phrase in this journal, but it really was quite lovely.
* Took advantage of the Turkey Trot to buy new kicks on sale--my feet are smiling.
* Indulged my curiosity and got a reading by a clairvoyant who was holding "office hours" at the local metaphysical store. I've always wanted one (I had one done in highschool that was eerily dead on), and today I did it! Do not harsh my mellow on this--like good horoscopes, I like to belive in the things that herald good news. She, of course, didn't tell me anything that I didn't know, she just reassured me that I'm on the right path. Even if you think it's utter bunk, the $20 was worth the theraputic handholding.
* Went to Target and picked up essentials. There was a minor stomping of feet and muttering of words in the parking lot after I found out that they once again DID NOT have the L Word. Jennifer hooked me on this lesbian crap and now I am addicted. It's a brutal turn of events. Season 2 deliver me!
* Paid my bills.
* Spoke to my sisters and mom. My mother vetoed Tarot Cards for Kara's Christmas present (I thought there should be some balance to the Bible she will inevitably receive from my brothers), but wanted to know everything about the clairvoyant reading. *LOL* I pointed out the irony of this but she ignored me. *rolls eyes*

And then, c r a s h. Three hour nap. I swear, I'm like a small child, it concerns me that every weekend requires some sort of excessive sleeping. I must be getting old. Or young. Or perhaps it's just the winter hibernation impulse kicking in a bit early.

Woke up, watched Rabbit Proof Fence and Osama. I highly recommend both. I went to H&J's to shake off some of the solemnity that the movies inspired and succeeded. It was fun, even if I did leave with the title of "cold bitch". Heh.

It was good day. I'm happy. Content. A little apprehensive of the work that's to be done, but hopeful. Ever hopeful.

I hope it's a good weekend for you all.

Oh good holy god...get a fucking hobby already.

The thing that absolutely kills me is that this is NOT a joke.

Falwell fighting for holy holiday
He'll sue, boycott groups he sees as muzzling Christmas

These people need something to do. I advocate feeding Christians (just the annoying mouthy ones like Falwell and Robertson and that fucker O'Reilly) to the lions. That, would give them something legitimate to complain about and we'd clear the world of a little hyperbolic hateful rhetoric disguised as Christianity.

Who's with me?

(no subject)

Does anyone know what happened to vikkilynn?

(no subject)

*yawns*

There are better ways to end a Sunday night. Where's my damned headrub?