Moore, don't get me started on you

Dear Bear McCreary:

Please stop being so good at your job. I love your work -- your music's beautiful -- but every time I'm at the office listening to my ipod on shuffle, innocently doing my job, la di da, and So Much Life comes up... BAM. Even if I hit skip immediately, it's too late, and I spend the rest of the day feeling like I've got a lead weight in my chest. I realize this was the intended effect, but dammit, did you have to do it so well?

Much love/hate from your most devoted admirer/irritated fan,

Me

P.S. This is where I would say something snarky about Pegasus, but it's probably been done to death so I'll let it slide.

Uh

The music video for Alejandro was ...not what I was expecting.

Would I have to start wearing skinny jeans?

My mom's surgery is tomorrow. The MRI had found another lump, but we finally found out this morning that it's benign, so surgery is as scheduled. It's funny, i don't think I'm thinking about it much, then I'm like, gosh, why won't this headache go away and BOY am I exhausted, and huh, my back's kinda sore and tense... oh... right. Apparently I suppress emotion a lot more than I thought I did.

The fact that I'm not sure how to approach art school and am sick of my job and freaked out about my future in general isn't helping. These things always compound and make each other worse. In general I'm doing ok, but I'm discovering that I really do repress emotions, or at least the long term bad ones that I feel like I don't have any control over. So maybe I'm not actually that happy, I'm just telling myself I am? I don't know. I think I'm fine. Just stressed.

I'm discovering some good music, however (Colin Hay omg love), and reading some good stuff at least. I just finished Contact (awesome), and while I decide what meatier book to dive into next, I'm rereading some favorite short stories. The best part of my life these days is the 20 minutes at the end of the day when I'm curled up on the couch with my book, or in bed pressing snooze for the first time in the morning, when I know I don't quite have to get up yet. It ...may be time for a vacation.

Things I like

The vocal stylings of Alexi Murdoch.
Fun, stupid movies.
Gracie coming over to me on the couch and without provocation attacking my sweatshirt string.
My Star Trek screensaver.
Low lighting.
The soundtrack to Ghost.
Feeling accomplished.
Holidays on the horizon.
This goat.
Did I mention Alexi Murdoch?
A basket full of knitting materials and a recently finished scarf.
Rearranged, visually appealing bookshelves.
Alexi Murdoch.

All this on the same night? Yes please!