TWO posts in ONE day? OH the HUMANITY! It's like I have no life!
Oh wait...
Anyway. Moving on. Today's topic, kiddies, is music. I have a weird emotional attachment to my iPod. I wish I could say that I'm kidding, but I'm not. The theft of said iPod was one of the most traumatic events of my young life. Karma smiled on me and through amazing events, it was returned to me, and I will be forever grateful. 4GBs of music is the cheapest form of therapy pour moi.
An example? You want an example of the therapeutic assets of music? Well, fine. If you want.
Okay, so I was at a camp type event a few months ago, surrounded by lots of people all the time and surviving on very little sleep. My free time was spent in a noisy cabin, again, full of lots of people. Now, don't get me wrong, except for a very small time, I had an awesome time at the event, but I digress. So, a very tired, very frustrated me has an unexpected hour to herself. I had a five minute trail that would lead straight to my cabin, but on this occasion, I opted to take the 30 minute trail.
I spent it walking at a slow pace, listening to music after a day and a half of no music. It was so cleansing, so refreshing to have some time to think and be by myself for a while, it was startling. I got back to my cabin feeling a hundred times better than when I left the conference hall. I was listening to a variety of music, but a few songs I remember specifically are "The Boogie That Be", "Anxiety" and "The APL Song", all by the Black Eyed Peas.
Anyway. That was just a long winded way to justify sharing my taste in music to the world wide web. Some songs that I've been listening to a lot:
Into the West - Annie Lennox (Shut up. I know it's a Lord Of The Rings song)
Don't Forget - Demi Levato (I know, I know. EwwwWWwwWW! Demi LEVATO Megan? REALLY? Well, really. There's actual merit to this song. Who knew?)
Gonna Get Through This - David Bedingfield (I literally two seconds ago heard this song and it was all "I used to frickin' LOVE this song!" Nostalgiaaaa.)
Say It - Blue October (Youtube it.)
Picking Up The Pieces - Blue October (Ditto.)
My Never - Blue October (This song makes me cry into my oatmeal.)
Stuck on You - Paramore (Oh Paramore. How I delight in thee.)
Give Peace a Chance - John Lennon (Because I'm a hippie. No, really.)
Dare You To Move - Switchfoot (4 words. A Walk To Remember. I need not say any more.)
Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation (A creepy song that is perfect for dramatic moments spent walking down empty hallways. No, really. Try it.)
Esli V Serdce Zhivet Lyubov - Yulia Savicheva (An awesome Russian song. From the translated lyrics I've read, also not a bad message to it either. Good on 'ye Russia.)
Life - Yui Horie (A Japanese song this time, and as good as, or better than any English song you can throw out there. Give foreign songs a chance, people.)
Okay. I'll shut up now. :]
Love,
Megan
Monday, May 4, 2009
Tangerine temptation.
Did the title give you the wrong idea? Did it produce images of oranges bouncing along, all filled with citrus goodness and vitamin C?
Well, sorry. All you have is more verbal genius from yours truly.
Lately, I've been doing a bit of self-discovery. I'm in high school, so self discovery is practically part of the curriculum. We're expected to "find out who we are". Well, after a lovely grade 9 year spent blending into walls, I've been making up for lost time. Don't worry, I won't be delving into traumatic childhood memories, or writing any poetry.
I've realized that for me, nothing is concrete. My moods are so mercurial that sometimes it even takes me by surprise. My taste in clothes has flipped again. Just when I thought it was safe to go shopping, my fashion sense is changing again. Grade 8 was spent in skirts over jeans, band tee shirts, fingerless gloves, pink hair, and sneakers. Now, it's black on black, heels, short hair, and scarves. Tomorrow, god knows. Maybe I'll wear a skirt. (Cue collective gasps and fainting)
My views have changed wildly in the past year. Mention abortion and blood vessels start to pop in my head. Mention kids and I may get violent. I just found an old diary of mine, from when I was 12. At that point, I wanted to be a stay at home mom with two kids named Vienna Catherine and Derek Matthew. Now, I think I'm destined for a child-less life spent travelling and writing.
I'm also getting more and more detached from my generation. I just don't get it. What is the appeal of the "emo" aesthetic, and wearing your pants down by your ankles?
Now, I sound like a cantankerous old lady. Or my mother, if there's any difference between the two.
Oh, and on a special note, I just wanted to thank you, my very special father, for your ever vigilant inspecting of my spelling and grammar. Thank you for insuring that my treatment of the English language is gentle. Yeah. Y'know what? IRREGARDLIS. A fictitious word spelt WRONG.
And that's another right hook and KO'd opponent.
On the plus side, it's not supposed to rain today, and Angels and Demons is due to come out this month. With the plus side, I'm gone like last weeks meatloaf.
Love,
Megan
Well, sorry. All you have is more verbal genius from yours truly.
Lately, I've been doing a bit of self-discovery. I'm in high school, so self discovery is practically part of the curriculum. We're expected to "find out who we are". Well, after a lovely grade 9 year spent blending into walls, I've been making up for lost time. Don't worry, I won't be delving into traumatic childhood memories, or writing any poetry.
I've realized that for me, nothing is concrete. My moods are so mercurial that sometimes it even takes me by surprise. My taste in clothes has flipped again. Just when I thought it was safe to go shopping, my fashion sense is changing again. Grade 8 was spent in skirts over jeans, band tee shirts, fingerless gloves, pink hair, and sneakers. Now, it's black on black, heels, short hair, and scarves. Tomorrow, god knows. Maybe I'll wear a skirt. (Cue collective gasps and fainting)
My views have changed wildly in the past year. Mention abortion and blood vessels start to pop in my head. Mention kids and I may get violent. I just found an old diary of mine, from when I was 12. At that point, I wanted to be a stay at home mom with two kids named Vienna Catherine and Derek Matthew. Now, I think I'm destined for a child-less life spent travelling and writing.
I'm also getting more and more detached from my generation. I just don't get it. What is the appeal of the "emo" aesthetic, and wearing your pants down by your ankles?
Now, I sound like a cantankerous old lady. Or my mother, if there's any difference between the two.
Oh, and on a special note, I just wanted to thank you, my very special father, for your ever vigilant inspecting of my spelling and grammar. Thank you for insuring that my treatment of the English language is gentle. Yeah. Y'know what? IRREGARDLIS. A fictitious word spelt WRONG.
And that's another right hook and KO'd opponent.
On the plus side, it's not supposed to rain today, and Angels and Demons is due to come out this month. With the plus side, I'm gone like last weeks meatloaf.
Love,
Megan
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