Thursday, November 09, 2006

Odes to Unrequited Love

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. When you reunite it's always so much sweeter.

No I am not talking about a dude. I am talking about a song.

I just heard "1979" by the Smashing Pumpkins which was buried deep in my itunes library and a song I hadn't really listened to in ages. While it was never my favourite Smashing Pumpkins song ("Tonight, Tonight", "Thirty-three", "Mayonaise" win that title) it was one of the songs on a mixed tape I made in grade 5 that I listened to endlessly.

Other notable track on the tape included: more Smashing Pumpkins, "I'm Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage, "Seether" by Veruca Salt (Oh man! Veruca Salt!) and unexplicably "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi (I have no idea). Anyway this was a tape I played only about a million times a day until it completely wore out. These songs are forever burned in my memory.

So anyway back to "1979". When I just heard it today, it was almost a deep emotional reaction. I can't even explain it, it was weird. It's funny how songs can take you right back and make you feel something you hadn't felt in a long time. It's like I was getting into music all over again and discovering things on my own for the first time rather then being influenced by what my parents listened to. I was 11 again.

It was like the feeling I get when I listen to Elliott Smith. As much as I love his music, it's pretty hard for me to sit down and listen to certain songs. My heart breaks. It takes me back to about a year ago when my heart was broken, and my life was hell for multiple other reasons, some bad shit happened. I listened to Elliott Smith a lot then. At the time I really only truly felt when I was alone at night. I hid my feelings all day and fell apart at night. As cheesy as it sounds, listening to Elliott Smith on my ipod alone in my room got me through it. So for that reason I can't listen to Elliott Smith on headphones without wanting to bawl my eyes out. I am over all that stuff now, barely even think of it anymore. But when I listen to "Twilight" or "Between the Bars" etc, it's November 05 again and my life's falling apart.
It sucks because I really like those songs but I'd rather not relive terrible memories.

So yeah, that was a tangent. Now I don't remember my orginal point. Damn.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Room Raiders!

I was just thinking about what would happen if I ended up on one of MTV's stupid reality shows.

Like for instance, Room Raiders.
Room Raiders is a show where someone goes into 3 rooms of 3 people they don't know to snoop. They don't meet the people beforehand and all photos of the person in the room are covered. The person snooping then has to choose the person they would want to date based on their room. They then have come face to face with the three people and eliminate 2 of them based on their room (not knowing what room belongs to what person). Also the people are captured "spontaneously" so they don't get to clean their room before it is raided.

The snooper always makes the stupidest conclusions about the people based on the stuff in their rooms. It made me wonder what people would conclude about me based on my room.

It would obviously depend on what day of the week they chose to raid my room. My room is usually a disaster by Tuesday because my life gets crazy during the week. However it is much more tidy on the weekends when I have time to pick up my clothes.

So let's assume this guy decided to raid my room on Saturday.

Well I have a nicely organized cd tower so he would probably conclude good things from that, like she likes music that is good (The people on this show are not very smart). He'd probably pick one random cd of my rack that he likes and decide we like the same music and that is cool (most likely one of the like, 4 rap cds I have).

Next he would get to my dresser and conclude I am down to earth because I don't have too many products on my dresser (this is because I keep them in the bathroom). He would say he likes that because guys on these shows always like to pretend they like down to earth girls. Inevitably he would go for my underwear drawer next. That might be interesting. He will most likely be quite scandalized. I once saw a guy on this show freak over a C cup bra. I am a DD. I also own some pretty sexy underwear. And I have a, ahem, little friend...well not so little. So yeah they would most likely conclude that I am obviously some crazy sexpot. Just because a girl knows what she wants it doesn't make her easy, just saying.

There is not much of note in my closet. A bunch of clothes and shoes. He'd probably make something of the blonde wig I have from Halloween. On these shows they seem to forget that people celebrate Halloween and think that a crazy wig equals weird hobbies. My bed is also rather unexciting, it's decently comfortable and clean. He'd go through the whole bed test of course.

In my bookshelf I have a bizarre selection of books. I don't know what someone on this show would conclude from that, probably that I am intellectual and introspective because I own books and can read. I also have movies, laundry stuff, a scale and baskets with random shit in them on my shelf. They would conclude that I am obsessed with my weight because I have a scale visible nevermind the fact that I never ever use it. I don't know what they would think of my movies because I have a very eclectic collection. Like the cds he'd just pick one he liked and be like she likes movies that is cool.

Finally there's my desk which is kinda messy. They would probably conclude that I am disorganized which I am not, I am just unable to keep a neat desk.


So would he choose me? Probably not. I don't have any sports stuff in my room.