Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Ponderings while on the ski lift

I forgot that it is socially acceptable to wear pig tails if you're on the slopes.... but it should not be. Pig tails are for young girls, like 11 and under, not 24 year old boarders with a beanie and matching pants. 

How safe is it to drink and ski/ snow board? Should that be illegal? I saw plenty of empty bottles, my favorite the jagger dropped perfectly in the snow.

How many people fall off the ski lift? basically, that would suck to happen. 

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Even your superficial raps is super official.

Today is the first time in a long time that I actually listened to the lyrics in songs. 

I have been listening to so much rap lately. My best friend makes beats and I have found myself being entranced by the simplicity of rap songs, yet the complexity of the lyrics.  I love the witty sayings from Kanye and Wheezy. My favorite quotes are "If a stripper named Porsche and you get tips from many men, then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan" Kanye  and "On the court I love sports that's why I play my bitches cuz I got game. Lil Wayne. 

This morning I was working on a paper and decided that listening to Lupe's "The Cool" was not conducive to my papers progress soI put a play list that I made years ago. I started to listen to the lyrics of these songs, and for 5 songs in a row I felt like I could relate. It was like my thoughts were being sung by someone else. It was eerie.
This is funny because I can't relate to the majority of the rap songs, but songs about relationships and breaking up really hit home. How pathetic am I?

I am just gonna bank on this emotional feeling correlating with my 3 hours of sleep.

Friday, November 14, 2008

I gave in...

after spending much time mocking those who blog, I've given in. Thanks Nate.

I spent the majority of my last night being the only sober person among a bunch of silly wasted friends. Side note: I think I am the only person in the world that still uses the word silly.
Any ways, its so weird to be in a room full of people and feeling like you are on a whole other page. It was a "Garden State" moment that lasted the whole night. I am not saying I did not have a good time. But I was able to think for hours on what has been going on in my life (the only other time I really think is when I run. I've screwed my knee up so running hasn't been happening much). Main point: I really appreciated this alone [but not alone] time.