The holidays are over, leaving in their wake a pressing sense of quiet doom. The holidays are over, and everyone is going away again.
Right now I'm cheering myself up listening to Louis Prima singing scat in "Pennies From Heaven," which is such a fun song. I got my first iTunes giftcard this Christmas, and decided that Tuesday was as good as any to sit down and figure out how to use it. I bought Prima's "Pennies from Heaven" and "The Bigger the Figure" first, because I'd fallen in love with both watching Igor. Then I bought a dirty Spanish song. It was an accident; iTunes only gives a thirty-second clip of each song, and when I googled the words I'd caught from the thirty seconds to find the lyrics, a different song came up. The lyrics the site gave me were fine, but ultimately totally different from the ones of the song I bought. It's pretty unfortunate, because it had a really great sound, sort of like Chicago or Huey Louis and the News in Spanish.
Of course I also bought "Hey There Delilah", and cried through it as always. I am going to be such a wreck next year.
The song has changed, now, leaving this good mood entirely unsupported. I had a nightmare a few weeks ago that I knew everyone at college. At least we know that will not happen. I dread being lonely, but I am terrified of being anything else. I've been told there will be plenty of lonely times, but that I should be fine because my personality is such that I probably won't notice. Very funny.
So much I am going to miss. I am trying to rally at least a little excitement by filling up a box downstairs with new things for my dorm that I don't get to touch until next year. So far I have a toaster, a little magnetic picture frame, and a string of Chinese box lights. Which are pretty fabulous, but, I predict, will of be of little actual consolation when the time comes.
Right now I'm cheering myself up listening to Louis Prima singing scat in "Pennies From Heaven," which is such a fun song. I got my first iTunes giftcard this Christmas, and decided that Tuesday was as good as any to sit down and figure out how to use it. I bought Prima's "Pennies from Heaven" and "The Bigger the Figure" first, because I'd fallen in love with both watching Igor. Then I bought a dirty Spanish song. It was an accident; iTunes only gives a thirty-second clip of each song, and when I googled the words I'd caught from the thirty seconds to find the lyrics, a different song came up. The lyrics the site gave me were fine, but ultimately totally different from the ones of the song I bought. It's pretty unfortunate, because it had a really great sound, sort of like Chicago or Huey Louis and the News in Spanish.
Of course I also bought "Hey There Delilah", and cried through it as always. I am going to be such a wreck next year.
The song has changed, now, leaving this good mood entirely unsupported. I had a nightmare a few weeks ago that I knew everyone at college. At least we know that will not happen. I dread being lonely, but I am terrified of being anything else. I've been told there will be plenty of lonely times, but that I should be fine because my personality is such that I probably won't notice. Very funny.
So much I am going to miss. I am trying to rally at least a little excitement by filling up a box downstairs with new things for my dorm that I don't get to touch until next year. So far I have a toaster, a little magnetic picture frame, and a string of Chinese box lights. Which are pretty fabulous, but, I predict, will of be of little actual consolation when the time comes.
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I try to ignore lyrics to whatever extent possible for approximately that reason. Bad lyrics can ruin songs more thoroughly than good lyrics improve them, generally. It's different with operas though, where at least there's more space to develop something and make it interesting. A lot of the time lyrics just serve to cover up a boring composition anyway. College has never been particularly lonely in my experience. I have more difficulty ignoring people for long enough to get work done. You have to be kind of open about who you're friends with though. At least at Iowa, it's pretty difficult finding a specific type of person since you don't usually get to know very well the people you come across. I'm actually not sure I would be doing any better anywhere else though. Here, once you find even one person you like, you can likely find a number others through that person, since they are more likely to already have friends from high school or whatever going there. That's how I've made a number of my friends. Of course, you're also more likely to have people you already know too, though, this being the subject of your nightmare, is perhaps not a positive thing. That wasn't really true in my case though. Iowa also seems to have a pretty diverse array of people, I doubt that the same thing could be said of Olivet, though I do not actually know that. Hopefully you like the sort of person who goes there, though I never imagined that to be the case.
Stuff for your box: Something with which to carry crap to the showers, flip-flops (also for the shower), posters, something to listen to music besides crappy laptop speakers, probably a lamp, especially if you get tired of crappy fluorescent lighting, as I often do. That is all I can think of for now.
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