After a day of ennui, I can come home, listen to "Livin’ on a Prayer" and temporarily not be so languid. Or conversely, I can be in a great mood and listen to a depressing song and suddenly be brought down from one of my rare highs. (And of course, there are a lot of good-yet-depressing songs, but not a whole lot of good-and-peppy songs. The peppy ones I tend to listen to over and over until they lose their effectiveness, but depressing songs are always depressing.)
Right now, I’m in a very romantic sort of mood, although with a huge headache which almost ruins it. Romantic moods are great because they’re serene, tranquil. It’s easy for me to laugh at a stupid joke, but it’s not so easy for me to sincerely let go of my stresses for a couple of minutes, so these "romantic" moods are few and far between. (And I should clear this up right now: I’m not talking about "romantic" in a lustful sort of way, more in a dreamy head-in-the-clouds sort of way.)
I’m listening to "One Million Miles Away," which is the song on that great Jetta commercial in which that one really attractive male has to go save his ex-girlfriend from marrying that other really attractive male. (I wish that I were that girl. "Oh dear, two hot guys want me, whatever shall I do?")
But anyway, this song sort of sounds like it should almost be classical music, although I’m not sure exactly what category it would really fit under. There are lovely violins and pianos, with the occasional ringing of a church bell. It’s a beautiful song, and these types of songs always have a "dreamy" effect on me. I’d like to take my headphones down to the lake and just sit there, listening to this song.
And if you want my advice, which I'm sure no one does, everyone should obtain at least one version of "Cannon" (composed by the guy with absolutely no affiliation to Mexican fast food restaurants). I have a whole, legal CD just of variations of "Cannon". It is, in my humble opinion, the best piece of classical music, ever. Imagine my elation when I learned how to first play it (badly, though I didn't care at the time) back in second grade. Are you imagining? Good. I actually remember the first time I played that one part about a third of the way through. I obviously can't hum it for you (you wouldn't want me to, anyway) but it's the "quick" part. Then again, my earliest memory is that of sitting in a dog cage, eating dog food, so my childhood memories probably aren't that profound.
I’m really spaced out right now. I’m not making any points in this little entry. (I’ve become hypercritical of my writing lately.) I need to write something, though, since I haven’t done any updating to my page for about two weeks. Some stuff has happened and I haven’t had the will to do much of anything, but now I’m forcing myself to face life like everyone else does. Get on with things, which for me include writing inane ramblings on my webpage and worrying about chemistry tests (but not actually studying for them, God forbid).
Anyway, everyone go out and buy a Volkswagon.