8.31.2007

Running late.

Songs from M.I.A.'s album Kala, in order from my most favorite to least:

1. Come Around (features Timbaland)
2. Bird Flu
3. Boyz
4. $20
5. Bamboo Banger
6. Hussel
7. Jimmy
8. Down River
9. XR2
10. The Turn
11. Mango Pickle Down River (This song would be perfectly good if it wasn't for the singing chipmunks or whatever the hell is going on)
12. Paper Planes (Again, I like this song until the chorus kicks in. Then I just wish the machine guns would take me out, too)
SOMEONE TRY TO ARGUE WITH ME ABOUT THIS LIST.


Imaginary monologue:
"Maybe you can catch up to me, in the total number of people you've slept with, and then we can have meetings where we sit around and hate each other and ourselves, and our need for empty affairs, because the only purpose they serve is to act as an affirmation that we aren't utter monsters, or at least, that we can still hide our ugly selves from strangers, if only for one night."


Vegetable cream cheese is delicious on pretzels, chips, bagels (of course), and probably anything else you can think of. It also stays fresh for a lot longer than I expected...which makes me somewhat suspicious.


My cat has been uncharacteristically affectionate lately. Maybe she feels guilty for killing the birds, after all.


As much as everyone complains about sweating and the humidity, I swear I'm the only one that I ever see actually sweating.


I used a turntable during my radio shift for the first time last night! Some guy called in and requested "any Grateful Dead song" for his friend's bachelor party. Suddenly, I felt responsible for these guys' good time. I was always terrified of using one on-air, because I wasn't sure how to start a song exactly at the beginning. I tried it out beforehand and I thought I had it down...but when the time came to start up "Sugar Magnolia", my hands were shaking and I dropped the needle on the end of the 3rd track instead of the beginning of the 4th. Real smooth, right? I just told myself that it was sort of like an intro.


Plans for this weekend: party, meet Michael, watch the game on TV, party, see some local bands, sleep at one point or another, tell Michael goodbye, suddenly remember all of my homework, continue to put off homework until the last minute.

1 comment:

The Planet Pluto said...

My ranking of the MIA tracks find all of them at zero. Because that's what they are to me- nothing. Of course, iKid.

Oh, and this Michael kid you speak of, I'm assuming he doesn't have le ticket then, and will be watching the tele. I infer things. No ticket forgery, eh?