Seasons of Love

Oh Rent...how I am obsessed with you :) Who doesn't sing along, or attempt to, whenever they hear this song or watch the previews? I admit it. I not-so-secretly wish I was a broadway star. It's like when i was introducted to the musical styles of Ewan McGregor in Moulin Rouge. Come what may...

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments So Dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How do you measure - Measure a year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups of Coffee ;)
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In-Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How do you measure
The Year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love.

Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys to Plan

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How do you measure the life
of a woman or a man

In Truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
or the way that she died?

It's time now - to sing out
tho' the story never ends
let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
measure in love

Seasons of love

get down girl go head get down

so...Thanksgiving weekend, sadly, is over. Kansas City was such a nice town with beautiful houses and lawns covered in fall leaves. mmm. We had lots o' turkey and desserts and went shopping the day after. As a result of our shopping escapes, my sister's ex-roommate bought the Kanye West cd and the gold digger song became our theme song for the weekend. silly, silly girls. After sampling the songs, we realized that Mr. West is not such a genius. The lyrics are rediculous but very good for a laugh and dancing in the car. What's my age again? --oh, but i did also buy best of blink 182. And, I saw Harry Potter and RENT! Both were great. Rent has an AWESOME soundtrack. Watching both of those movies reminded me of why I love the arts. Watching the actors on screen singing with such passion...it's incredible. It makes me think of shouting at the top of my lungs or running like Phoebe (Friends) through the park or dancing like nobody's watching or getting a big bear hug from your crush or swinging on swings in a playground or ice skating or....you get the point. I think I'm an impulsive person who is inspired easily...but I don't care. When I watched ally mcbeal, I wanted to be a lawyer. When I watch the olympics, I want to be an ice skater or gymnast. When I watch music, I wish I were a dancer. So I get excited about things...like holidays or just a tv show. It's just so wonderful to see people (even if it is fiction) so passionate about their life purpose. I want to be that way. I want to be passionate about something again.

another day...another dvd television series

First, I would like to start by saying I am officially out of my funk. hee. No more Howard Hughes, locking myself in my room for days on end episodes. j/k. Let's hope you know that I'm kidding...Second, I am officially finished with season 1 of the latest dvd television series, Veronica Mars. Sounds cheesy, maybe, but honestly, it's a great show. It channels Buffy...so witty. Maybe I can land a gig with Television Without Ptiy as a television show recapper...am I really cool enough to use the word gig? Probably not. So, maybe that's out of the question. Anyway, Thanksgiving officially is around the corner, officially. I think that's the word of the day...err...blog entry. That said, it's officially ok for me to start...continue...listening to Christmas music. Ok, I'll stop using the word. It's fine. I have no shame. Also, and I think it's because of the above-mentioned show, my taste in music is leaning toward slightly edgy (well...edgy for a girl who is an admitted boy band fan), boys suck, content. And I'm ok with that. Don't worry, I'm not going to start doting Avril Lavigne ristbands or anything. The music, not Avril's, has just the right umph to erg or run to.
So to complete, nay move on from my funkification, I am going to partake in a little winter cleaning and preparing for my trip to Kansas City for Thanksgiving. There may also be a little shopping involved. wink wink. Perhaps after my little turkey day venture I will have a lively story to tell.

let the rain fall down

I want college back. I'm regressing. I watched the season finale of laguna beach and cried :( I'm such a dork. It made me miss my friends a lot, though. I've noticed I'm going through dips of happiness and sadness. I'm normally over college but occassionally I backslide. I think I'm on my way up from this though. Tomorrow's goal: getting back on track. Thanksgiving is coming up and Christmas...so, I'm going to watch some Elf to cheer myself up and then maybe Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ...or Pride and Prejudice again :) Btw, that was a great movie. Slightly cheesy, but much better than I thought it was going to be. I'm in love with the new, 4.0 Mr. Darcy ;)

take it, take another little piece of my heart

So, Friday morning I woke up to the radio person telling me that Arrested Development has been cancelled. I was wrecked. Throughout the day, I heard, the season has only been shortened and it may not be cancelled completely...yet. Why, oh why, would they cancel the best show on television? Well, I will sign petitions and watch my heart out hoping they won't cancel my beloved show :)

He's just not that into you if...

"He's just not that into you if he only wants to see you when he's drunk. It doesn't count unless he says it when he's sober." -- touche.

Falling in love

...with running of course. Yes, yesterday I fell back in love with running. For a while, it hadn't been as great as it used to be but after yesterday that all changed. I was at the gym and I was on the stupid eliptical maching (i can't run every day because of my knees) and for the last 10 minutes I just got this surge of energy. Somewhat of a second wind. I was itching to run. So, I hopped off the crap machine and onto the treadmill. I scrolled to the perfect songs on my little ipod and viola. it was like my eyes opened for the first time that day. The treadmill became my punching bag. Needless to say, I ran longer than 10 minutes and afterward I felt so powerful. I work out for more than my physical health. Mostly I lug myself out of bed every morning for my mental health. When I was in school it was the free time I had to think about my life and all the drama in it. "Deep thoughts" paired with a good soundtrack equal gold. By the end of each workout I had figured something out, (the meaning of life, what to wear, how to get everything done, how to fix boat issues, etc. etc.) and now I have that again. For a while I just went through the motions but now I'm back and I love it. I give credit to the sport of running and the song Adrenalin by Bush...and lots of Linkin Park. Yes, listening to angry music and pretending you're problems are the biggest in the world actually does lead to a really good workout. It also helps when there are cute boys around...I digress...

Part two:
I know I've said this a few times, but I'd like to thank my friends for being my friends. Honestly, I would get sick of me. I have this annoying habbit of neurotically spilling details about all of my problems to them and they have this amazing way of listening and giving advice without acting completely irritated. So, thank you for that :) I like to think that my college roommate and I compliment each other. She studies psychology and counseling and I could probably use some.