The problem is not that I don't often feel like talking about things, the problem is that I'm so busy trying to suppress the urge to do so that I neglect this "blogging" thing. That and it's so rare these days that anything happens worth speaking of. Here's my latest batch of thoughts, imported from Facebook but once again with exclusive SG content.
Stuff about music.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)Come closer, and I'll tell you a secret.
There are worse songs in the world to have stuck in your head than Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend."
"No," you say. "That's impossible!" But it is. I know this because "Girlfriend" is part of my ongoing efforts to keep something far worse from cycling endlessly through my brain. I know not what it's called, but the chorus goes something like this...
"I'm out of my head, that was what they said,
There was no way I would ever trust again...
Bust they came and they held me up and they felt me up and then--"
There's more, but I grow shakier on the lyrics, save for "And it's something that fills you up and then feels you up" and blah and blah. And all I can think when I hear this song is "Let me see if we're on the same page here. This guy was molested by his therapists... and we're rocking out over it? Sorry, what?" Add to that the fact that it's simply a dreadful attempt at music and, well... it's bad. It's all bad. And every time I lower my defenses it sneaks right back into my head. So you'll have to excuse me if, having allowed it back to transcribe the lyrics, I have to slip into other tunes to hold it at bay.
The rolling snowball of petty irritations.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)("I saw my baby, crying hard as babes could cry. What could I do? My baby's love had gone, and left my baby blue. Nobody knew!")
I spent most of Sunday night in one of those unpleasant mental grooves where minor irritations build on each other until every inconvenience is cause to cry to heaven for justice and renounce my religion... that is, if I were attached enough to the Presbyterian faith that renouncing it would have the right impact. The cause this particular night was the final boss of Kingdom Hearts... or at least the third stage (of, I'm assured, more than three) of the final boss. Well, some Kids in the Hall and Corner Gas took the edge off enough for me to head to sleep and hope for a fresh start the next day.
Alarm clock issues.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)("And it's all in my head but she's touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now, let me go...")
This fresh day got off to a bad start when I realized, after dreaming for far too long (for the record, I think Cthulu would be a great antagonist for a third Ghostbusters movie, but it would need a more coherent script than my subconscious could deliver), that I had screwed up the AM/PM on my alarm it was twenty past nine, nearly an hour past that staff meeting I was supposed to be at. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for starting the week rested, but it's deuced awkward when I miss the Monday staff meeting. Ah well. I seem to be weathering it.
Hairspray!
SPOILERS! (Click to view)("She's like, so whatever, and you could do so much better...")
Caught Hairspray on Saturday. It was a lot of fun. I like how it both celebrated and demonized the 60's, sometimes in the same number. Makes one nostalgic for a time when people would rise up against the corrupt ways of their government, and do it so well that they actually changed the world. We could use some more of that nowadays.
Event planning.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)("I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling... gotta make you understand...")
I have claimed, on more than one occasion, that since January 15th of this year I have lost all desire to plan outings or get togethers or what have you. And yet I seem to have become the key force behind three small-to-potentially massive events: Scorpio's presence at the CAT Awards, the Heroes Marathon, and Hank Scorpio's Espionage Challenge. However, two of these events are my idea, and the third is in honour of my group, so I'm pretty much stuck with them.
The depressing bit, with the bonus features.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)("I know I should go, but I follow you like a man possessed. There's a traitor here beneath my breast, and it hurts me more than you've ever guessed. If my heart could beat, it would break my chest, but I can see you're unimpressed, so leave me be...")
The sad part is that all of this party planning comes at a time when I'm trying to recede from public life for a spell. It's hard to be a shut-in and a social director... but I get the feeling that I'm not the only one who would rather I went away for a while.
I don't feel like I'm making progress with the girl. This is largely do to my inability to lock down a third meet-up, which by any objective standard is a bad sign. The "it's July, she has no time" thing cannot be ignored, but still... lack of contact is frustrating. It doesn't help at all that at this time, when things feel like they're falling apart, my usual support group is nowhere to be seen. Mr. Blue is also holed up and withdrawn, and AC is off in Winnipeg plotting my downfall.
Which is another issue. Much as I was looking forward to spending some time with the touring cast of my show, I can't quite shake the suspicion that by the end of the weekend I won't be speaking to any of them. But you should watch Sacrilicious! anyway, it's awesome.
So... those few of you who made it this far, who can name all of my antidote songs? And since they still aren't enough to keep that blasted molestation song at bay, would you mind killing me? Thanks tons.
(Goonies theme... instrumental)
"I won, you lost. If our friendship meant anything, you'd have left it at that."
-Cosmo