i have discovered something great.
they’re called HEADPHONES.
and they are the most AWESOME SHIT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!! where have they been all my life?? have i really been exposing myself to subpar acoustic experiences all this while?! oh mai gawd, must make up for lost time.
Songs To Play On Headphones With The Volume At Max
teriyaki boyz - tokyo drift
the moffats - i’ll be there fore you
the all american rejects - move along
starsailor - four to the floor
roxette - dangerous
arctic monkeys - fake tales of san francisco
hanson - mmmbop
muse - hysteria
taking back sunday - cute without the e
mcfly - 5 colours in her hair
lit - my own worst enemy
kaiser chiefs - everyday i love you less and less
jimmy eat world - sweetness
jason mraz - geek in the pink
grease - summer nights
fatboy slim - renegade master
run dmc - it’s like that
third eye blind - semi charmed life
greenday - when i come around
greenday - holiday
good charlotte - i just wanna live
ferry corsten - punk
cave - street carnival (skip to 2:45)
something corporate - i woke up in a car
brand new - seventy times seven
September 14th, 2006
the place is crowded and people are weaving in and out among the tables and chairs. mirthful afternoon chatter is bouncing off the mirrored walls and into my chocolate milkshake. the clink of cutlery and the shuffling of posteriors on vinyl booths lend a nice symphony of understated sounds to the surroundings. it’s a bustling place full of energy - everyone here has got the shifty eyes and the foot-tapping thing going on, as well as the laugh-out-loud syndrome.
but as i clasp my mug of hot water in my hands, i feel strangely relaxed. i feel like this place, this place of rushing people, grants me the prerogative to just sit back and whittle time away. in here, i am like one of those characters from one of those music videos - where everyone around her is moving in fast forward, as she sits forlornly on stairs or walks on the streets, watching slowly as everyone goes by in accelerated motion. streaked eyeliner down the cheek is an option.
here, i can be wrapped in foil and hidden away. but not today, today i must talk even though i dont want to. why cant people understand that there is such a thing as comfortable silence?
how are you?
i’m very confused.
about what?
about what happened last night.
i’m sorry.
(i’m not, really.)
briefly, we leave it at that. i know he wants to know why, but i dont want to talk about it. it’s not really important anymore. to talk about it would exhume a lot of other things, things that will take up a lot of energy and a lot of fidgeting and a lot of beating around the bush. and it would spoil the afternoon. why would we wanna do that? it’s such a nice day today.
ooh, my omelette and baked beans are here. yay!
omelette + cheese + mushrooms + sausages + onions = everyone, shhhhhhhh.
September 14th, 2006
