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Training exercise days.

Have you ever had one of those days? That just makes you wonder if the day wasn’t supposed to be a day, but a life training exercise? Like one of those days where the alarm clock doesn’t beep or turn on the radio but turns on static so that you sleep in too late. Then you don’t have time to do your hair and for some reason it’s greasy even though you showered. So you go to wake your husband up and he gives you evil devil eyes like you just killed his cat, except he doesn’t even HAVE a cat and there’s no reason for him to be giving you the mean evil “you killed my cat and now must die” eyes. Even worse is that when you ask he won’t admit that he IS giving you the cat-killer eyes, and no he didn’t have a nightmare and no he got at least 4 hours of sleep, so WHY DO YOU LOOK AT ME WITH HATRED YOU CRAZY HUSBAND? I’m not making this up.

Then you try doing your makeup in the office while your husband showers because you didn’t have time to do it before he needed the bathroom (evil stupid alarm clock). Then your mascara decides it likes your skin more than your lashes and it’s waterproof in less than 1 ns and you are locked out of the bathroom so you cry and try to move on. Only no matter what you do your face looks funky and blotchy like you only put on foundation in some places, except you’ve been using this makeup for over two weeks and you’ve done it exactly the same every day. So you think it’s just the funny lighting in the office except that it isn’t and you walk around all day looking blotchy.

And you have two reviews due that day and you have them done but you realize that you forgot to read the paper for the meeting in trying to read and review the other two papers. And you feel bloated. And the calendar is telling you evil things about the time of the month and the year and you freak out a little. And you have to deal with your coworker who likes to touch your monitor and come up behind you while you have your headphones on and touch your shoulder and freak you out a lot. And you chose the wrong type of tea for the day so instead of having a soothing cup of warmth to help you through the day you have the harsh ugliness that you’ve been trying to keep for the days when you feel bright and on top of the world. Which today is obviously NOT.

You have days like those?

Bright Eyes – Arienette

Wow. I don’t even know. I heard this song because I was reading a blog and they were talking about Conor Oberst. I thought, huh, why does Bright Eyes sound familiar? I went to youtube and this is like the first thing I saw and I feel like my heart stuttered. I haven’t even given it a second listen yet.

Gold hiding green

And even if their hearts tarnish
They’ve gold wedding bands to hide the green
- “Chimera Obscurant” by The Velvet Teen

I think songs have become my new fiction. (escape?) I haven’t been reading much. This might have to do with my new obsession with My Chemical Romance, which really needs to end please now ohmygod. But seriously, when you can listen to songs like Chimera Obscurant, I’m not sure you need fiction. (I didn’t see it on youtube, but if you can find this song? It’s a fucking novel. It’s twelve minutes long and I’m pretty sure there’s not a chorus.) The music has it’s own story that either deepens or contrasts the lyrics and with bands like the Velvet Teen just trying to figure out the lyrics (without google of course) is an adventure. I tried to find an example, but the songs just aren’t popular enough to have sixty verisons all over youtube.

Anyways, the quote above really grabbed me. I think it’s so very GOOD that I had to share.

And just to share the obsession: “Demolition Lovers” by My Chem off their first album I Brought You My Bullets, You Bring Me Your Love. There was no good or official video, so I just grabbed one that had lyrics.

Library of my dreams

Y’all, I think I might have found my life’s ambition. To one day own a library like this one.

I don’t care about the chandelier or the glass or the artifacts (even though all that stuff is very very cool, just too expensive), but dudes, the books! the SPACE for BOOKS! I want a room for my books. That big. Room. For. Books.

Just as an aside, Bear’s and my current little unspoken argument? He wants me to move my books out of the office and into the guest room and move his books into the office. I realize this makes sense for him, which is why I’ll end up doing it. The problem is that we arranged the books that way for space and because it makes the guest room have neater shelves. It’s pretty ridiculous for me to be saying that though when our relationship with “neat and tidy” is a rather strained one. I really do miss the custom bookshelf my grandfather built into the wall when I was growing up. *sighs*