Hope, Habits, and Nonsense
Posted by Jess is Jess , Friday, February 26, 2010 Friday, February 26, 2010
Yesterday my delightful friend, Bevin (who I like to call Blevin due to an unfortunate typo on a call sheet) posted a status update on her facebook that read:
"Perpetual hope is exhausting! But, singing helps."
Oh, man - I could not agree more!
It is really rough sometimes keeping up a good front, stiff upper lip, smile on your face, blah blah blah.
The delightful Blevin is correct, though - singing does help.
Listening to music in general is a real mood booster.
You know how I feel about Pandora Psychic Radio (I'll share my secret with you - type in "Billy Joel" and you will get the single greatest collection of soft rock from the '70's, '80's, and early '90's there might also be some stuff from the '60's as it plays the Beatles and Sir Elton pretty often) and pretty much if I'm not in class or talking to actual human people I have my ipod on giving my day an awesome soundtrack.
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I have a bad habit (yes, I know I have more than just one).
But this habit is a difficult one.
It's a compulsion.
There have been many times in my life, and I'm sure there will be more in the future, where I have been unable to stop myself from saying ...
That's what you get!
eeehuuuuuwhhhhhhheiiiiiiheeeeeeeeeee ... I'm so sorry ...
Please accept this scene as my best example and vague apology.
Scene: Sitting in Enid's living room with Roster when we see a giant, nasty spider on the ceiling.
Me: Ohmigosh. Look at the spider.
Roster: Where?
Me: (pointing) There! Look up!
Roster: (sighing) I'll get it
Roster proceeds to get some paper towel from the kitchen and climb on a chair.
Me: Wait! Put the paper towel on the end of a broom stick or yard stick and crush it that way.
Roster: No. This is fine.
Me: But ...
Roster ignores me and tries to get the spider. Naturally this does not work and it falls on him and he stumbles off the chair, brushing himself off.
Roster: Ugh ... Oh ... Gross!
Me: Ohmigoshthatswhatyouget!
Roster: (looking at me both incredulously and with a bit of murder in his eyes) Seriously?
Me: Uhh ... Sorry? ... Butifyouhadjustlistenedtome ...
Roster (cutting in) Seriously!
Me: ... itwouldn'thavehappened... I'm just saying ...
I'd like to point out that I have no idea what happened to that spider.
My people, I have some questions:
1. When did Verizon buy the Big Red theme song and why is that one of the catchiest jingles of all time?
2. Do people still use those rubber bracelets for their causes? Is that fad over?
3. I'm afraid that the entire "Red Ribbon for Women's Heart Health" thing is some sort of subversive plot to overthrow the Red AIDS Ribbon folks. What do you think?
4. Would Justin Bieber be as popular as he is if Michael Jackson hadn't died last year? I feel like with all the Jackson reminiscing that went on we, as a pop icon loving people, remembered how cute and great he was before he got all white and scary and now love Justin Bieber because of this. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I love that Justin Bieber, he reminds me of a kinder, less terrifying MJ. I want to put him in my pocket and pull him out from time to time so that he can sing to me.
Truer words have n'er been spoken.