I am listening to a version of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah performed live by Beirut, listening to the airplanes overhead, listening to the wonderful silences of living alone. It’s been an exhausting day; I’m finally to the point in my college career where I don’t have time to go to my room between classes. I am on the go from anywhere between 9 and 11 AM til 9PM.
I was booked in the Writing Center tonight, something new for this semester. I felt more at ease in my last session, it’s always easiest when the tutee (that’s what we call them) is conversational, can admit faults and flaws in her own logic, and who will own up to and simply OWN her writing. It’s refreshing to meet ladies who write outside of the borders of traditional academia, stretch metaphor and grammar and write fluidly (and maybe flouncy? I love that word.)
Now I am listening to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel, which is a crime to not hear in your lifetime. The boyfriend and I talk regularly about when we gained “musical taste;” when we stopped listening to the highschool fare of Linkin Park and… ok well my guilty pleasure was Good Charlotte, who’s first album I’ll still defend to the death. Anything past their first album, no thanks. But for both of us, it was that album, In the Aeroplane… that got us into the music we like today. The Decemberists were my second gateway band; for him, it was Wilco.
Now I am listening to Kathleen Edwards – In State, which my best friend once gave to me on a relationships mix cd; I think it was a coded hint to stop dating the unfortunate mess that I was at the time. She also gave me the Magnetic Fields song I referenced in a previous post, which applies greatly to my current situation, so I think she is very apt at applying songs to romances.
Celestial Seasonings makes this tea called Tension Tamer which is basically crack for migraines. It’s a mix of peppermint and some other things that make it totally delicious. And tension taming. I am wholly impressed at the way it’s taken care of my headache that I’ve had since watching Lolita earlier this afternoon. Kubrick is a brilliant director, but in the sense that a lot of his films I never want to see again. Lolita was definitely one of them. A Clockwork Orange is another.
One of my most favorite films is Leaving Las Vegas, but mostly again in the sense that it’s not a movie I really want to watch more than maybe once a year. It’s devastating, it’s possibly the most sincere and truest love story in a movie, and yet it’s awful to watch. It’s about a man who’s come to Las Vegas to drink himself to death (literally,) and a prostitute who meets him. They fall in love, but through the terms of an agreement; their relationship is asexual and based solely on companionship. Their love story is tragedy at its truest form.
With that, I guess I am going to end, because I am hungry and have to finish all of this homework. School is kicking my ass, majorly.
Totally.
Bummer.
