Picture two simple, mostly identical bent pieces of metal. If aligned properly, they slide together by virtue of their specific shapes, and overlap so well that at first glance, they look permanently attached. If one knows how to put them together, then one knows how to take them apart again— but there is no motive to. Without the other, each is just a twisted fragment of steel, but together, they create a singular who that is special and is to be marveled at. "How," an unknowing observer might ask, "could these two be attached so tightly without distorting their original forms?" But they do not know that these bonds are not forced into submission, but accepted as part of the objects' inherent nature, and only by giving in to that nature do the shapes give form to something new and amazing.

Tunes: "Life, In A Nutshell," Barenaked Ladies (iTMS).

Today is a very very very very very good day. Not only is today Laura's and my third monthiversary, but I got accepted into Marlboro! I now celebrate in the immortal words of Ren and Stimpy:

Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy
Happy happy joy joy joy!

^_^

The other day, Laura and I were talking, and something she said reminded me of a song that I loved as a child, and hadn't heard for several years. So today, it is with great hapiness that I share it with you, and sing along:

Governments crack and systems fall
'Cause unity is powerful
The lights go out and walls come tumbling down...

Tunes: "Walls Come Tumbling Down!" The Style Council (iTMS).

Thanks to the generosity of a friend of mine, I was taken to go see the premiere run of Spam-A-Lot today.

Wow.

Brilliantly written, incorporating many aspects of Monty Python's Holy Grail and a bit of Life of Brian as well, this show is totally worth seeing. The cast list, starring Tim Curry, David Hyde Pierce, and Hank Azaria, speaks for itself.

Once again, wow (it seems like Ive been feeling that way a lot lately).

Fechez La Vache!!! (Moooooo)

There's a smile on my face, things seem to be running smoothly, I'm going to eat Mexican food for dinner tonight, and loud ska and 90's hits are playing over my speakers.

Good times, good times.

Tunes: "Sell Out," Reel Big Fish (iTMS); "Unbelievable," EMF (iTMS); 'Two Princes," Spin Doctors (iTMS); and "Time Bomb," Rancid (iTMS).

With a sudden crack, shards of broken glass fall on the freezing cold asphalt. Puffs of air hang in front of her taut face like clouds of smoke as she tries to regain her composure. The large monkey wrench slips from her hand and clatters as it hits the ground. She absentmindedly bends down to pick it up, and cuts her finger on a fragment of her handiwork. Oh well, she thinks, I guess I deserved that. Some poor sap is going to wake up to find his car totaled thanks to me, so the least I can do is hurt myself in the process. She takes an appraising look at the now-defunct vehicle, and takes one more swing at the taillight which explodes in a satisfying shower of sparks. Satsfied for the time being, she shoulders her implement of destruction and walks away.

Tunes: "Blue Eyes," Cary Brothers (iTMS).

I haven't posted in a while, which throws off my average, but now that I am done (read: done done done!!!) with my college applications, I'll be back in my usual routine.

Today had looked like a good day. I mailed the last of my applications and went to my play rehearsal.Unfortunately, after class, things went downhill. Some friends of mine have stumbled into a garden of dissension, where the seeds of anger, well watered with misunderstanding, bloom at a frightening speed. The argument has since left its original cause and now exists solely to perpetuate itself. I hope that this contention can be resolved, the sooner the better.

"This must be Thursday... I never could get the hang of Thursday."
-Arthur Dent, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

I don't know what it is... The sun is shining, there's plenty of snow on the ground, the woodland creatures are frolicing (OK, maybe not woodland creatures, but squirrels and neighborhod pets), and there's not a cloud in the sky, but something just seems off. I'm having trouble getting comfortable today. Hmm.


Tunes: "Airport Song," Guster; "Unwell," Matchbox 20.

I really really love Ben Harper. He rocks my socks.

Well the good Lord is such a good Lord
With such a good mother too
They have blessed me
They have blessed me
In the good graces of you
Now I, I have heard a hundred violins crying
And I, I have seen a hundred white doves flying

But nothing is as beautiful
As when she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
In me
Oh- in me
Mmhh

How good it must feel
To be so young, young and free
And a song that pleases a queen
Will always please me
Now I, I have heard the wisest of wisdom
And I, I have dined in palaces and kingdoms

But nothing is as beautiful
As when she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
In me
Oh- in me
Mmhh - Oh - no no no no

Now, all of life is just passing the time
Until once again your eyes look into mine
Now I, I have been adored by a stranger
And I, I have heard the whispering angel

But nothing is as beautiful
As when she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
When she believes
In me
Oh - la la la...

"When She Believes," Ben Harper.

I finished last year on a high note. In the morning, I completed three college applications, went for a walk (in a t-shirt, as it was 54 degrees out), and went with Laura and Susie and Luke and Tripp to see the closing of Trish's show, Rudolph the Red-Hosed Reindeer, which was fabulous, and if it ever comes to a theater near you, I highly recommend it. There was a party after, with dancing, eating, drinking, bubbles, balloons, frisbees, and fun. A happy new year to you all, and remember: being normal isn't normal at all. ~_^