A New Post
So I figured I'd officially try to keep up with this blogging thing once more now that all my mid-terms are over, which, by the way, went very well, thank you very much. :) Anyways, now that I'm here, I'm not sure what to make this new post about. I suppose I could make up some crazy story about how I missed my train stop and had to run around the University of Utah campus in the snow this morning... but then again, that already happened. So that's no good. Um.... How about... Snow in October? What is up with Mother Nature?! Honestly!
Oh, speaking of mothers... and femininity... and the Sacred Feminine... Guess who finally finished The DaVinci Code? That's right. Me. And yes, I really liked it. A good read and a fun one. It just took me a little while what with all this other reading I've been doing for all my super fun classes.... which is probably why I missed the Stadium Trax stop this morning. I was too busy reading. I was absorbed into my Gender Studies assigned reading of the experiences of a transexual man-- quite interesting actually. If you'd like to hear all about it, I'd suggest you sign up for the class. It's been quite a ride. My teacher in that class is really fun and spunky. She really reminds me of Dharma from Dharma and Greg-- just kind of loose and hippie-ish like that. So even though I'm not one hundred percent comfortable with some of the subjects that are assigned, she makes it fun because she is so excited and interested about it all. Plus there are some really dumb guys in that class that make really dumb comments. So I guess even though they are thoughtless and braindead, they at least serve somewhat as my entertainment. One kid even went so far as to accuse women for being repressed because, as he put it, we didn't try hard enough to learn stuff when it was available all along. Yeah, I don't know about you, but I'd rather sit and stare at stuff than improve my mind and intellect. I don't know why but there's this song in my head that simply will not leave. It's a really weird song sung by Imogen Heap called "Hide and Seek." It's really cool/weird sounding and I'm not really sure what the song is trying to tell me... what do you think?
where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall...
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling
spin me 'round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the take over,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first
It continues on in this vague and odd manner, but it sounds really cool. I'll have to delve deeper into this mystery at some other occasion because it really is getting late and I'm pretty tired. Well, I hope everyone had a good day, and Michelle, I hope you didn't have too much fun at that Halloween party without me! Ciao!!
Oh, speaking of mothers... and femininity... and the Sacred Feminine... Guess who finally finished The DaVinci Code? That's right. Me. And yes, I really liked it. A good read and a fun one. It just took me a little while what with all this other reading I've been doing for all my super fun classes.... which is probably why I missed the Stadium Trax stop this morning. I was too busy reading. I was absorbed into my Gender Studies assigned reading of the experiences of a transexual man-- quite interesting actually. If you'd like to hear all about it, I'd suggest you sign up for the class. It's been quite a ride. My teacher in that class is really fun and spunky. She really reminds me of Dharma from Dharma and Greg-- just kind of loose and hippie-ish like that. So even though I'm not one hundred percent comfortable with some of the subjects that are assigned, she makes it fun because she is so excited and interested about it all. Plus there are some really dumb guys in that class that make really dumb comments. So I guess even though they are thoughtless and braindead, they at least serve somewhat as my entertainment. One kid even went so far as to accuse women for being repressed because, as he put it, we didn't try hard enough to learn stuff when it was available all along. Yeah, I don't know about you, but I'd rather sit and stare at stuff than improve my mind and intellect. I don't know why but there's this song in my head that simply will not leave. It's a really weird song sung by Imogen Heap called "Hide and Seek." It's really cool/weird sounding and I'm not really sure what the song is trying to tell me... what do you think?
where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall...
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling
spin me 'round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the take over,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first
It continues on in this vague and odd manner, but it sounds really cool. I'll have to delve deeper into this mystery at some other occasion because it really is getting late and I'm pretty tired. Well, I hope everyone had a good day, and Michelle, I hope you didn't have too much fun at that Halloween party without me! Ciao!!
2 Comments:
This is a truly ____(insert random adjective here) song. I tried several times to decipher the lyrics and came up empty handed. Hmmmm...so then I decided to sing a happy song like....Home by Michael Buble. But that made me sad so I put on some exciting Rascal Flatts random play. Sweeet! I don't know what to tell you about your recurring song-in-the-head syndrome. Maybe you should see a doctor on that one! We need to play! a hoo a hoo
ps--i still think word verification is truly heinous and it hurts my self-esteem when I get it wrong....:)
By Anonymous, at 9:35 PM
I think I need to get me one of those pink mohawks.
By Anonymous, at 5:25 PM
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