So Bored. So here's another meme. I promise I won't do these every day.

WHAT SONG…

Reminds you of your youth…
This is too vague of a question. Which part of my youth? I've been listening to music for as long as I can remember and it always changes. But in high school I discovered Oasis and it changed my life. So I'm going to go with “Live Forever”. And I guess I'm still young so…who knows.

Gives you the chills…
This might sound lame, but “American Pie” does give me the chills. Still. Even though I've heard it 100 times. It's about “The Day The Music Died” and I can't even watch the “Behind the Music” or read a biography about Buddy Holly without crying. That song is bookended with two of the most beautiful verses I've ever heard. When he says “February made me shiver” I shiver and whenever he gets to the last verse of that song, man, It just gets me.

Makes you want to bang your head…
Depends on how they mean it. Guns n' Roses is usually good for rocking out. I also really like Queen. Most Nu Metal makes me want to bang my head against a wall.

You wish you knew the lyrics to…
“The Devil Went Down to Georgia”.

Makes you so upset you turn it off…
I turn off any country western “pro-America/anti-everyone else” song because I don't like to be reminded that so many people like that exist.

Was/is 'your song' with someone else…
I've never had an official “song” with someone. But an ex of mine used to sing “Glory of Love” by Peter Cetera to me in falsetto and I thought that was cute.

Makes you want to dance…
“Modern Love” by David Bowie.

Helps you heal after a breakup…
The entire album “Pinkerton” by Weezer. Faye knows this all too well, as, after a particularly difficult breakup, I listened to that album for 2 years straight. Love's a bitch sometimes.

Your parents made you listen to…
“Chiquitita” by ABBA. My mom's nickname for me as a little girl was “Chiquitita” and so she would always sing it to me and embarass the hell out of me.

Ignites a specific memory…
How can I answer this? MOST songs trigger some sort of specific memory. I think if I tried to pinpoint one right now, my head would explode.

You've dedicated to someone…
What? Like, over the radio? I've never done that. But I did make a catharsis tape about the previous mentioned difficult breakup and it was full of bitter bitter songs.

You identify with…
Again, I don't know how to answer this. Do they mean a song that is autobiographical or something? A theme song? I remember when I was in high school and feeling repressed by republicans, I would sing “Rock n' Roll Star” by Oasis. Particularly the line “I'll be scraping their lives from the sole of my shoe tonight”. I'm a vengeful motherfucker.

WOOHOO! It's almost lunch time! I do wish that Faye and Tom would come visit me. :(

July 7, 2004
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So I have decided to pick one Spam subject line in my inbox every day to use as the title of my journal entry. Hence the marginally offensive title of today's entry. Well, maybe not. I didn't open the spam so it might not mean what it sounds like it means.

Sometimes I really hate working in a giant, many-floored office building. There are so many inconsiderate little bastards running around and it depresses me. First of all, there are the people who stand in the MIDDLE of the escalator so that I can't walk up. They spread out and have their little conversations about American Idol of some shit and meanwhile, I'm standing right behind them wanting to walk past and I can't. Maybe I'm wrong, but wasn't the escalator invented to get you upstairs FASTER? Otherwise, wouldn't it just be a staircase? Furthermore, if we were in Europe and those bastards were pulling that spreading out shit on the escalator, about 100 people below them would start yelling “Stand On The RIGHT!” at them and they would feel like assholes.

Then there are the more hurried-than thou people who think that they can cut in front of me in line at the cafe downstairs for WHATEVER reason. This morning, all I wanted to do was purchase my 80 cent plain bagle and THREE people cut in front of me to get to the register.

Even more irritating still are the elevator hogs. Now this probably isn't anyone's fault EXACTLY. But we have 8 elevators that only service floors 4-18. Nonetheless, people all pile onto the SAME elevator and hit all the floors. Since I am on 16, I'm usually the last one to get off. During this trip, often people will get on at other floors and so if there are any floors we haven't visited yet, they will surely be covered by these people. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN? Whenever I can, I wait for the next elevator but STILL I'll hit every floor on the way up. I don't even like elevators to begin with. And now I have lost my train of thought. Damn.

July 7, 2004
Categories: Uncategorized . . Author: Baxter . Comments: Leave a comment