Okay, apparently I missed a music BANDWAGON or something.
Why the fuck has no one told me about Jack Johnson, Mason Jennings, or Ben Harper BEFORE NOW? Because, you know, their music is exactly the kind of thing I like to listen to. Mrah. I demand that everyone with downloading software of some kind go out and download "Bubbly Toes" by Jack Johnson and "Butterfly" by Mason Jennings (thank you Jo and Jenny) and, if you can manage it, "Puntos Cardinales" by Cafe Tacuba. Le guh. I say again, GUH. SO. GOOD.
I'm also on a huge Blur kick (thank you Damon Albarn, or, as I so cleverly miss-typed last night, Damn Albarn), and I'd totally forgotten how fucking GOOD the Blur: Best Of album was. I mean, damn, people. It makes me so freaking happy how much good music there is out there. SO. MUCH. And I'm really, really glad that my music taste is vast and eclectic so I can appreciate everything from folk to bluegrass to hard rock to metal to celtic to classical and back again to pop. Cuz, you know, not to be a shit, but that's pretty cool. It's one of the things I'm not embarassed to say I really like about myself. (Because, heh, it also leaves me room to listen to stuff I qualify as truely crap, because I ENJOY IT. Heh.)
Also, I thought this was amusing. I was walking back to my apartment/dorm/THING (insert Pippin voice here) and as I was unlocking the door to my room, this dude from up the hall walks by and asked me, "is there anytime when you DON'T HAve your headphones on?" Because, naturally, I was wearing them. And my answer was, "Uh... no?" I just thought it was funny, because it really brought home to me how constantly I'm listening to music. I don't kid around when I say, "constantly."
And, now I have to brag about this, because it made me SO INCREDIBLY HAPPAY. for those of you who don't know, I own this massively fluffy multi-colored scarf. It looks like someone skinned either all the Muppets or all the Sesame Street puppets and used their fur to make this scarf. *g* Right, so anyway, I got said scarf at this store on High Street (the long, main street that parallels OSU and runs right thru the heart of Columbus) called Urban Outfitters. I've never run across another one of those stores before, but from what I know it's a fairly popular chain in big cities. We have about... 2,600 more nukes than anybody else... whatever. So, I'm walkin' by this store day before yesterday, and I saw that shtuff was on sale. As in, 50% off.
For proportion, said Fuzzy Scarf of Death That Sheds Like a Motherfucker cost me about... at least 35 bucks when I bought it. Yeah, utterly retarded prices.
So I'm like, "hmmm," cuz I had a lot of homework to do, and, you know, not a lot of money. So I ask the people what's up with the sale, and they tell me it goes through Thursday night. I'm like, "hokay," and I leave. Come back again yesterday, (this being the day after initial discovery of sale)...
...to discover that the prices have dropped even MORE. Two whole tables of 55 dollar pants for ONE DOLLAR EACH, people. Three whole racks of skirts, jackets, and dresses for FIVE DOLLARS EACH. Not to mention every item with a red tag on it was fifty percent off whatever already-marked down price was on it. This was the part where I squeed loud enough for all of Columbus to hear, and proceeded to get *takes deep breath* four pairs of pants, two skirts, and two shirts for a grand total of THIRTY DOLLARS. ...still less than the original cost of said fuzzy scarf.
Yes, I am depressing materialistic sometimes. But TELL ME that incredibly over-priced, really nice clothes going on sale doesn't make the Cher in you squeal with glee. Or the Rufus, if you happen to be a gay, queeny dude...
Okay, shutting up now.
Why the fuck has no one told me about Jack Johnson, Mason Jennings, or Ben Harper BEFORE NOW? Because, you know, their music is exactly the kind of thing I like to listen to. Mrah. I demand that everyone with downloading software of some kind go out and download "Bubbly Toes" by Jack Johnson and "Butterfly" by Mason Jennings (thank you Jo and Jenny) and, if you can manage it, "Puntos Cardinales" by Cafe Tacuba. Le guh. I say again, GUH. SO. GOOD.
I'm also on a huge Blur kick (thank you Damon Albarn, or, as I so cleverly miss-typed last night, Damn Albarn), and I'd totally forgotten how fucking GOOD the Blur: Best Of album was. I mean, damn, people. It makes me so freaking happy how much good music there is out there. SO. MUCH. And I'm really, really glad that my music taste is vast and eclectic so I can appreciate everything from folk to bluegrass to hard rock to metal to celtic to classical and back again to pop. Cuz, you know, not to be a shit, but that's pretty cool. It's one of the things I'm not embarassed to say I really like about myself. (Because, heh, it also leaves me room to listen to stuff I qualify as truely crap, because I ENJOY IT. Heh.)
Also, I thought this was amusing. I was walking back to my apartment/dorm/THING (insert Pippin voice here) and as I was unlocking the door to my room, this dude from up the hall walks by and asked me, "is there anytime when you DON'T HAve your headphones on?" Because, naturally, I was wearing them. And my answer was, "Uh... no?" I just thought it was funny, because it really brought home to me how constantly I'm listening to music. I don't kid around when I say, "constantly."
And, now I have to brag about this, because it made me SO INCREDIBLY HAPPAY. for those of you who don't know, I own this massively fluffy multi-colored scarf. It looks like someone skinned either all the Muppets or all the Sesame Street puppets and used their fur to make this scarf. *g* Right, so anyway, I got said scarf at this store on High Street (the long, main street that parallels OSU and runs right thru the heart of Columbus) called Urban Outfitters. I've never run across another one of those stores before, but from what I know it's a fairly popular chain in big cities. We have about... 2,600 more nukes than anybody else... whatever. So, I'm walkin' by this store day before yesterday, and I saw that shtuff was on sale. As in, 50% off.
For proportion, said Fuzzy Scarf of Death That Sheds Like a Motherfucker cost me about... at least 35 bucks when I bought it. Yeah, utterly retarded prices.
So I'm like, "hmmm," cuz I had a lot of homework to do, and, you know, not a lot of money. So I ask the people what's up with the sale, and they tell me it goes through Thursday night. I'm like, "hokay," and I leave. Come back again yesterday, (this being the day after initial discovery of sale)...
...to discover that the prices have dropped even MORE. Two whole tables of 55 dollar pants for ONE DOLLAR EACH, people. Three whole racks of skirts, jackets, and dresses for FIVE DOLLARS EACH. Not to mention every item with a red tag on it was fifty percent off whatever already-marked down price was on it. This was the part where I squeed loud enough for all of Columbus to hear, and proceeded to get *takes deep breath* four pairs of pants, two skirts, and two shirts for a grand total of THIRTY DOLLARS. ...still less than the original cost of said fuzzy scarf.
Yes, I am depressing materialistic sometimes. But TELL ME that incredibly over-priced, really nice clothes going on sale doesn't make the Cher in you squeal with glee. Or the Rufus, if you happen to be a gay, queeny dude...
Okay, shutting up now.