okay i believe you, but my tommy gun don't.

day 28. okay, i believe you, but my tommy gun don't. by brand new.

i think for my entire life this will always be in my top 10 songs. i have no story to accompany it, and no great life moment that it makes me think of - other than the fact that it has carried me through 10 years of my life and has never once gotten old.

i listened to this song on repeat the entire way to new jersey for my senior trip, and since I am heading to the exact same location 10 years later with the same people, but this time for a bachelorette party, I thought it was fitting. it takes me back to the days long before jesse lacey broke my heart by using his angelic voice to scream rather than sing. also back to the days when i had enough money to buy myself two Burberry bathing suits to strut down the beach in. what... where did I get all that dough back then? so a lot has changed over 10 years, but I still adore this song, and I'm still gaga over all things plaid.

something i've realized through my life is that I tend to like people who know about Brand New just a tad more than people who don't. and then even more if they are also into plaid.

o children.

day 27. o children. by nick cave and the bad seeds.

if you know me well enough to be reading this, then you have to know about me being really into Harry Potter. I reread and reread each book, and despite the fact that I know exactly what is going to happen, I always lose my mind each new time I read. when reading intense scenes my heart beat goes crazy, I start to sweat, I cry, and generally just end up being emotionally drained. and typically when I read “The Battle of Hogwarts” chapter, I have to take a two hour nap afterwards because I’m just exhausted. and I wish I was kidding.

etc etc etc.. I could keep talking about it, but I’d rather not showcase myself as an insane person.

anytime I hear this song, played during Deathly Hallows Part 1, I automatically feel transported to a tent in an English forest, with a horcrux around my neck. actually anytime I feel down, I’m prone to say “I feel like I have a horcrux around my neck.” to which I get one of 3 responses:

1) Most Likely – “what the hell are you talking about? Is this some sort of wizard thing again?”

2) 2^nd Most Likely – eye roll and polite smile

3) Least Likely – “aghhh, I know just what you mean”

skinny love.

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day 26. skinny love. by bon iver.

 

something I don’t understand is why people get so broken up over the way “bon iver” is pronounced. I mean, I consider myself to be pretty on the up when it comes to music, I enjoy some bon iver when the mood strikes, and I essentially have a Master’s degree in knowing how to read – but I’m still pretty sure I pronounce it a new way of wrong each time I try.

and really what’s the big deal? if I’ve never seen a live performance, then it’s like, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HOW IT IS PRONOUNCED? I’m not fluent in French. I’m trained to break down every single word I read by it’s syllables & vowel sounds, digraphs & phonemes, and bon iver just does not fit any of the word patterns that I’m aware of. again, probably because I don’t even have as much as a pinky finger’s grasp on the French language. but yet people keep on making me feel incompetent each time I try unsuccessfully to pronounce those two little words. you win, Justin Vernon, you win.

I adore this song anyway.

i shall laugh the worst laugh i ever laughed.

day 25. i shall laugh the worst laugh i ever laughed. by skylar's dream.

this song reminds me of the time i first decided that i disliked philadelphia - our neighbors to the east. this occurred for me at age 19. for some reason no one really knows, thea and i decided to fly to philadelphia and then drive to new jersey, rather than JUST DRIVING TO NEW JERSEY. on our way home we were way-layed in the Philly airport for 7 hours, took an hour flight home and then got lost trying to get home from the airport in Pittsburgh. the whole ordeal probably took about 18 hours, when a drive would have taken 6. fortunately we are here today because we survived it, but not for lack of being extremely worried that we wouldn't. i'm sure that the skylar's dream cd is what gave us strength to find our way home.

 if you don't understand why this would ordeal would make me hate philly, its because - HAVE YOU EVER FLOWN THROUGH THE PHILADELPHIA AIRPORT? I bet if you have, your flight was either delayed or cancelled. I will literally go out of my way to not fly through the Philadelphia airport. when I went on a cruise two summers ago, a group of people showed up to Europe two days late and missed the whole first part of their trip. guess why. THEY HAD A LAYOVER IN PHILLY.

also, Philadelphia is dirty and people are not friendly. also also, you can't even touch the freaking liberty bell. it's behind a big glass wall. major disappointment, and i'm sorry but I bet b.franklin wouldn't have liked to see it that way. the end.

you can close your eyes.

day 24. you can close your eyes. by james taylor.

i wish that james taylor & julie andrews would make a compilation cd of the two of them singing lullabies together. I guarantee you that no one would ever have one bit of trouble falling asleep again. throw in a guest appearance by eddie vedder and people would probably just sleep for fun.

this was my lullaby when i was a baby.  & by baby i also mean - toddler. child. preteen. teen. adult, etc. when i was younger my mom would play this song for me and we would dance around the room. now I mostly just use it to self-soothe when I am sick, hungover, or sad. it never fails to help me zen out or fall asleep when I can't.

my mom played this song for me when she was driving me to my first night at college. despite the fact that she still finds it sentimental, she & my dad have never been inspired enough to invite me along to any of the 10 times they have seen james in concert. & this summer when i asked my mom to go with me, she said she's seen him enough and is over it. disappointing.

beer

Day 23. beer. by reel big fish.

I, for one, loved high school and would go back in a snap. I don't mean to brag, but I was a teacher's pet, and the teachers that loved me the most were normally the ones that were grouchy around everyone else. I'm quite the charmer, i.e. -  I'm sure a lot of my classmates thought I was annoying. I really don't care. 

this song reminds me of high school because everyone. loved. this. song. & its a good one. i would be shocked if they didn't play this at our reunion - the one that i am still trying to bribe people to attend. actually, speaking of reunion music, they should probably just make me in charge of it.

when i told my grandma today that I couldn't wait to go to my reunion to see how crazy some people turned out to be, she tried to lecture me. like, come on grandma, you talk about the ladies in your apartment building ALL the time.

happy pills

day 22. happy pills. by norah jones.

i worked late tonight and i have t-minus 2 minutes to get this done so I can authentically say that I wrote each day.. after midnight DOESN'T COUNT. so...... here we have a little Norah Jones action. this song you guys. this song. it's just too good. & i want to remember feeling this way during this time in my life. a-MEN, Norah. for real.

also, a contrast to the songs from my last two days. which, i am aware, both kind of made me look semi-psychotic. I'M ACTUALLY A HAPPY PERSON.