rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)
Sara and I went back to Blue Bayou yesterday. This trip went much better than our last one -- there was no rain, so we arrived earlier (even though traffic over the Mississippi River bridge was a crawl) and stayed later. We even ate lunch at the park, which we've never done before. The park has added some new stuff, but a lot of it is still exactly the same as when we were kids. It's like it's in a time-warp! We went on two new rides, the Azuka and the Voodoo, that were both really scary and fun. I swallowed too much water -- somehow this always happens to me, no matter how hard I try to keep my mouth closed -- and felt sick later, but I still ate dinner at Pluckers. Sara read Divergent to me in the truck, and it's really good so far.

A few other bits of recent news:

~ We just hired a new girl at work. I've been training her a lot. The funny thing is, she and I happen to wear identical necklace chains, only hers has a big silver cross pendant and mine has a big silver Star of David.

~ I bought a new digital camera to replace the one that fell down the stairs. I hadn't meant to buy one so soon -- the pet deposit and adoption fee for Tovah were only one-time, but they were hefty -- but I found an insane deal at work that I just couldn't pass up. It's a pretty swanky camera for me. I'm loving the wide lens, high zoom, and auto focus.

~ I've been listening to the soundtrack of Les Miserables since I heard Aunt Connie and Athena's cover of The Confrontation. I really like Who Am I, Valjean's Confession, and When Tomorrow Comes, which gives me goosebumps almost every time. It probably wasn't intended to be a Jewish song -- or maybe it was, since it does reference Micah 4:03 -- but it sure comes off as one to me. Substitute meshiach for tomorrow, and it could've been written by the Orthodox.

Tovah is curled up in my lap as I type this. :)
rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)
Rebecca has no life, so she spent her New Year's Eve visiting her sick grandma, then baby-sitting for some friends who do have lives. Yeah, I know what you're all thinking: "Someone asked you to baby-sit? You, who not only has no experience with kids but also hates them? What idiot did that?" It turns out it's actually a little creepy spending the night in a strange house with a dog and two sleeping kids. Especially when the house makes strange noises. I kinda felt like the baby-sitter in Paranormal Activity 3.

I hate to start 2012 on a depressing note, but on the last day of 2011 (yesterday), I got the worst news I'd heard all year. I had accepted that, barring miracles, 2012 would almost certainly be the year that Sable and Grandma both died. Like a naive fool, I had hoped they would go in that order. Now, that doesn't seem likely.

On New Year's 2011, I made the mistake of listening to Mairi Campbell's cover of "Auld Lang Syne." It's SO beautiful, but it's also depressing as all get-out, and it sent me into a bad funk for most of January. This year, I didn't want to go through that again (January will be depressing enough without any help!), so instead I listened to George Harrison's "When We Was Fab." George wrote it in the late '80s, looking back at Beatlemania. The Beatles were a huge part of George's life, for better and worse, so what amazes me about the song is that it's neither nostalgic nor bitter. George doesn't pine for those days, nor does he regret they ever happened; he's accepting. Long time ago, we was fab. Now, those days are over. Life goes on.

One thing I will say about Mairi Campbell's "Auld Lang Syne," however. She sings Robert Burns's original old Scotch lyrics, which most singers don't do because they include hard-to-understand lines like, "We twa hae rin aboot the braes and pud the gowans fine." I was geekily proud of myself when I understood every line perfectly the first time I heard the song. JM Barrie wrote most of his early novels in old Scotch, so I had to get very familiar with the dialect to read them.

If absolutely nothing else, 2012 should at least have some good new episodes of NCIS in it! (Although the returns of EJ and Ray this month do not have me excited. Ugh.)
rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)
Rebecca's been up to her elbows in latkes for the past two days! Yesterday morning, a hodge-podge of folks from the temple got together at Sassy Jewish Grandparents #1's house to fry some up. This was my first time making latkes, and who knew it was so much WORK? We peeled and chopped a small mountain of potatoes and onions (the job of peeling onions went to Paul, the only one of us who didn't cry!), mixed the batter, fried the latkes, and had drops of hot oil splatter onto the stove, the counters, the floor, and US! Still, it was fun.

When they were finally done, we ate a few, but most of them we delivered to eldery/ill members of our temple who weren't able to attend the latke dinner there tonight. I delivered to two old couples I'd never met before, and it made me feel pretty good to spread some holiday cheer. The second old lady was so surprised and kept exclaiming, "Latkes?! For me?! Oh, thank you!" One of my favorite Jewish songs is Debbie Friedman's "L'chi Lach." The chorus ends, On your journey, I will bless you / And you will be a blessing, l'chi lach. Being part of this temple has been such a blessing to me, but it's not often I feel like I get to be a blessing back. I just have so little to offer.

I also brought a plate of latkes to Grandma. The weather was horrible yesterday morning, but just as I started making my deliveries, the rain stopped and the sun came out. I was in a neighborhood with lots of ditches, and they were all full of rainwater and looked like the most beautiful little streams sparkling in the sunlight. I almost crashed Muse Watson staring at them!

And today, I spent the evening in the temple kitchen, helping make enough brisket, latkes, green bean casserole, and challah bread for our whole congregation! Our temple hosts an annual dinner on the Shabbat during Hanukkah and invites everyone to bring their menorahs and light them together. My mom gave me my own little menorah on the first night of Hanukkah this year, and it was a lot smaller and plainer than the others there, but I like it. And I loved eating and talking with everyone over the candlelight. But boy, am I exhausted after all that cooking and eating! Think I better sign off and crash into bed.

P.S. My mom called while I was typing this entry. When I mentioned that I'd brought Grandma some latkes, she asked, "How was she? Was she weak? Was she tired?" Then she complained about how badly our other relatives are taking care of her. Ugh. Way to kill the holiday spirit there, Mom.
rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)

LiveJournal made some changes to its Rich Text Editor this week, and I'm having a lot of trouble getting used to it. Even coding my entries by hand in HTML is difficult, and I'm a pro at HTML. As an experiment to see if I still know how to make cuts, I'm posting two lists of songs. Here's the most random assortment of music you've ever seen!

List #1: One-word song titles from Rebecca's iTunes library )



List #2: One-word song titles from Rebecca's iTunes library, people's names )

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

One of Rebecca's faults is that she can't simply like something without becoming obsessed with it on a grand scale. (See: The Beatles, JM Barrie/Peter Pan, young actresses, and NCIS. A pretty random assortment, huh?) I think one of the first things to really grab hold of me was Winnie-the-Pooh. As a kid, I had all the books, tried to recreate the Hundred Acre Wood in my room (my Pooh bear lived in a cardboard box with Sanders written on it), and could recite most of the movie from memory. So the kid in me was a little excited -- and surprised -- when we saw X-Men: First Class, and there was a poster for a new Winnie-the-Pooh movie in the lobby.

Then, a few days ago, I saw this trailer:


{Eeyore at 0:24 reminds me of Sable.}

Make fun of me all you want -- Sara certainly is -- but I love the look of this. It's not a perfect trailer, but it does get a lot of things right. It's so old-school. Notice that Christopher Robin is back, and he has a British accent again! Lately Pooh's been hanging out with some annoying American girl named Darcy, I think, or some other name that Sara doesn't approve of.

Speaking of which, she and I are at odds over whether the song in this trailer is appropriate for Pooh. It's "Somewhere Only We Know," by Keane, a british band. I've always loved this song and I think the lyrics played in the trailer (Oh simple thing, where have you gone? / I'm getting old and I need something to rely on) are very fitting. This movie seems to be trying to appeal more to adults who grew up with Pooh, like me, than kids who were raised on Pixar and probably find Pooh boring and babyish.

Anyway, this is a theatrical movie with a traditional animation style that really seems to try to recapture the heart and soul of the books. You can probably guess what I'm thinking: Cripes, why can Peter Pan get treatment like this?!

P.S. Winnie-the-Pooh references in this journal can be found here, here, here, here, and here.
rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)

Sara has caught a wicked cold and is trying her darndest to give it to me. But I credit all my bike riding with helping me avoid it. A nice cool front came through recently, and I've been riding my bike a lot. I made a batch of Marlene's stuffing for dinner tonight. I hardly follow her recipe to the letter anymore - and even when I did, mine was never as good as Marlene's - but I like that +3 years later, I'm still making it.

And now, for no reason, some lyrics to my favorite song at the moment and a picture I took earlier today. The second stanza is how I always feel on Friday evenings. :)

I been waitin' on the sunset, bills on my mindset
I can't deny they're gettin' high
Higher than my income, income's breadcrumbs
I been tryin' to survive

 

The glow that the sun gets right around sunset
Helps me to realize
That this just a journey, drop your worries
You are gonna turn out fine


You can listen to the song here. But be warned: it's catchy as hell!

P.S. Holy Moses! The season eight finale of NCIS airs ... tomorrow!

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

Although we've had our new laptop for a while now, I didn't resync my iPod until yesterday. I also still haven't set the sixth radio button in Muse Watson, because I can't decide what station to set it to. Maybe I have commitment issues.

Rebecca is still on her first iPod! That's right, it's the same one I got in 2007 and listened to in France. I think this is a record in my family. Anyway, since I resynced it, I thought it was time for an iPod meme! I haven't done one of these in a while. My last ones were here in 2009 and here in 2007. I like looking back at them and seeing how my taste in music has changed stayed the same.



As with the other two, these lyrics are arranged to tell a story. Sort of. )


THREE ... MORE ... DAYS until Passover!
rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

Yesterday started out as an amazing day. I went to my first Torah study at the temple, which was very enjoyable and educational. I have met some amazing people at the temple, and I'm touched by how far they've gone to make me feel welcome there. Afterwards, I burned a CD for Mom that she'd wanted, then I went for a long, wonderful bike ride (and collected cans; I need the money). It was warm and sunny out, perfect bike riding weather. But yesterday night at work was not pleasant, so the day started out awesome and ended badly. I'm still looking for a new job. A cold front arrived over night, and all day today has been freezing cold, windy and rainy. Looking out the window this afternoon, I honestly could not believe that I went bike riding just yesterday in short sleeves and sunglasses. The hell!

My favorite song of the moment is Firework, by Katy Perry. If you haven't heard it already, go to YouTube and listen to it. Its lyrics are an inspiring, powerful message about accepting and believing in yourself. It's also the first song I added to my iPod in 2011. Speaking of which:

About halfway through 2010, I started keeping a list of songs I had added to my iPod that year. Shortly after midnight on New Year's Eve, I went through the list recorded the playcount for each song. I know I have no life, but it was a fun thing to do. So, here's the musical recount for 2010. The second list is old songs I added to my iPod, and the first list is new music. I was rather impressed with how many songs there were for that list, because I usually don't listen to new music. Rebecca is not a hip person. But no doubt you already knew that, didn't you?



Most-Played New Songs of 2010. And the winner is: "With you, I'd run through a storm in my best dress, fearless." )

And...

Most-Played New (to my iPod) Songs of 2010. And the winner is: "Brighter than the noonday sun, and all your sheep awaking." )
rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)

Almost every time I turn on the radio now, I hear "Good," by Carrie Underwood. I'm ashamed to say I actually like it, but geez, there's a limit to how much I can take. (Edit: I just googled the lyrics, and it's actually called "Mama's Song." Ugh.) But it is better than the Christmas music that some stations are playing. Today I heard that awful Christmas song by Alvin & the Chipmunks, and even more disturbing, a tweaked version of "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" called "Hanukkah and Christmas Hand in Hand." Listening to it was easily the biggest what-the-fuck moment of my day.

Speaking of which, the Hanukkah service at the temple last Friday was really lovely. There was a dinner afterwards, and I ate my first latke and, miraculously, several bites of salad. I never eat healthy foods, especially salads, so it was a big deal. It helped that there was goat cheese in it. Finding goat cheese in salad was like running into an old friend in strange place. I also met an older lady who recognized my last name because she went to school with my Aunt Alison and Uncle George. They live in California and I haven't seen them since 2006, so hearing their names dropped was really random and surprising. When I tell people at the temple my last name, I usually get, "What? Cohen?" — my last name is unusual, Scottish, and not Jewish in the least, but it sounds a lot like Cohen — not, "Oh, I know your Uncle George." What were the odds that we would be seated next to each other? I guess it is a small world.

I have still haven't put up Christmas decorations or a tree. I've done a tiny bit of shopping, but not much. Some years I just can't get into the Christmas spirit, and I think 2010 might be one of those years. I've always hated wintertime, and I still do.

rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

I heard Levon on the radio as I was driving home from work today. For some reason, I remember very vividly the first time I heard that song. Join me for a trip down memory lane.

It was April 2006, around the time of Spring Break. I had just gotten out of French Literature class with the drunkard and taken the Tigerland bus back to Tarpartment, where Sara and I were living at the time. It was still early in the afternoon, so I got in the truck and drove around Tigerland looking at apartments, since Sara and I would be moving out of Tarpartment at the end of the summer. It was a beautiful spring day, cool and sunny, and I had just turned onto Tigerland Avenue when "Levon" came on the radio.

I was sort of in awe, and I remember thinking, "How have I never heard this song before?" I don't know why I remember this so well, since it's not an especially meaningful song to me or anything. It's just so... strange. I mean, when it got to the lyric Calls his child Jesus / Cause he likes the name, I wondered for a minute if I was hearing things.

rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

While walking Sable today, I discovered three mulberry trees in our neighborhood. Like, within a stone's throw of my back door. I don't know how I didn't notice them sooner. They weren't really on anybody's property, so I picked as many berries as could (which wasn't much, because the branches were so high) brought them home in my shirt, washed them off, and ate them with sugar. They taste and look almost exactly like blackberries -- yum!

I saw my old third-grade teacher yesterday at work. With a few notable exceptions (like [livejournal.com profile] babygoose85), I hate running into former teachers and classmates, especially at work. I don't know why. I mean, most of the kids from my high school class are perfectly nice, friendly people (by senior year, I had figured out that on rainy days, all I had to do was stand under the awning next to the parking lot, and one of my classmates would offer me a ride home). But I just don't know what to say to them. Running into this particular teacher was especially traumatic. I immediately flashed back to when our class took a field trip and I had to share my seat on the school bus with her and she very nearly sat on me. And the last time I ran into her, in a Wal-Mart shortly after I finished third grade, she tried to hug me and literally turned and ran in the other direction. (I wonder if she remembers that.) I will never forgive the teachers who made me hug them when I didn't want to. It is not touching. It's inappropriate and inexcusable.

The first CD I ever bought, around spring 2000, was the soundtrack to The Sound of Music, and I've always lamented that certain songs in the movie weren't included on it. Mainly the reprise of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" that Maria and Liesl sing, and the reprise of "Do Re Mi" that the family sings at the concert. Yesterday the idea finally came to me -- why not just burn my own newer, better, stronger, faster soundtrack to The Sound of Music? So I'm compiling it in iTunes right now, putting on every bit of music that didn't make it onto the official soundtrack, as well as audio clips of some of my favorite quotes from the movie.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)
Things that have made me happy recently:
  1. When I walk Sable around the neighborhood now, the jasmine smell is so fragrant ... which is odd, because I have yet to spot the first jasmine blossoms of the year, and I know just where to look for them.
  2. When I call Cici's to order pizza, they no longer ask for my phone number. It's possible that they just stopped asking for phone numbers entirely, but I like to think that it's just for me, since I call them about once a week.
  3. My flip-flop tan is developing nicely. I only ever go out in them when I'm walking Sable, but that makes a big difference. I will post pictures eventually. (I also have a slighter sleeve tan on my arms, but that one I'm not proud of.)
  4. I have found a copy of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's cover of "Noe, Noe!" on YouTube. It's an extremely beautiful but mostly unknown Christmas song that I first heard when I attended Midnight Mass on a whim on Christmas Eve 2008. When I burned my Christmas CD last December, I almost cried over not being able to find a copy of it, and wanting to hear it again was the main reason I went back to Midnight Mass that year (I'm going to hell, I know). When I found it on YouTube last week, I immediately downloaded it onto my iPod, so now I'll have a permanent copy! The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is awesome!
rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

When I was about 10, this was one of my favorite songs, and I used to hum it to myself whenever I felt stressed or upset about something (even though I didn't really understand what it was about at the time). What I had to be stressed or upset about at that age, I don't remember. But anyway, I loved it. Today, February 20th, would've been my dad's birthday.

It felt like springtime on this February morning
In a courtyard birds were singing your praise
I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel all right
I carry them with me today

It's only recently, by googling the lyrics, that I've been able to understand what she's singing in the second verse.

I wonder why I feel so high
Though I am not above the sorrow
Heavy-hearted till you call my name
And it felt like church bells
Or the whistle of a train on a summer evening
I run to meet you barefoot barely breathing

(I know, the shit we like as kids. My taste in middle school was even worse.)

The weather was so perfect today, cool and sunny, and I had one of the most glorious bike rides ever. I didn't have any specific route in mind, so I just meandered all over my neighborhood and downtown. You know you've hit your stride when you can ride your bike for a solid hour and a half (or maybe two hours, I wasn't keeping track of the time) without stopping, loving every minute of it, listening to the same song over and over on your iPod. I hit the acapella version of "Amazing Grace" a few minutes in, and although I love all the songs on my iPod, none of them sounded very good after that, so I just kept going back to it. I probably listened to it at least twenty times, but I wasn't keeping track of that, either. I didn't want that song, or that bike ride, to end, but when I finally did, I didn't feel tired at all, just energized, rejuvanated, alive.

Sara, yesterday, about me and NCIS: "It's really weird, because she's never been this obsessed with a TV show before."

P.S. My amazing new LJ profile! 

rebecca_in_blue: (dropped jaw)
A woman somehow got hold of our store phone this evening; I think it was given to her by one of our stockers, who obviously didn't know that we're not supposed to let customers use the phone (and this woman wasn't even a customer). She was the perfect example of why Boss Man made that rule in the first place. She must have talked for twenty minutes, making several calls, and told me that she was calling for a ride because her cell phone was dead ... and the guy who was supposed to give her a ride refused to ... because she wouldn't give him any booty. Her words.

Sara got a TV survey from Neilsen in the mail -- accompanied by thirty dollars cash. She gave me ten of it, and I'm planning to have dinner from Buffalo Wild Wings sometime this week. It was so weird, because I didn't think anybody sent cash in the mail anymore.

I burned a CD of lullabies a few years ago, and although I still really love it, I want some new music to listen to before bed. Sara bought me a little radio/CD-player for Christmas, and I love listening to music before I go to sleep. I can't really do that with my iPod speaker because most of the songs on that make me want to go for a bike ride, not fall alseep. You have to be pretty selective with your night music if you don't want to lie awake for hours. So I'm working on a playlist for a new lullabies CD -- although most of the songs on this one aren't lullabies exactly.

The playlist. I could go on (and on and on) about how much I love each one of these songs. Some are sweet, some sad, some cheesy, but all of them are so incredibly mellow and soothing. )
rebecca_in_blue: (Default)
Mom has been asking Sara and me, almost non-stop, to come over and help her decorate the Christmas tree. I must have been misinformed, but I somehow got it into my head that tonight she was expecting us (or me, at least, since Sara's sleeping) and was buying pizza. I went over there tonight in the rain, but Mom never emerged from her room, and I would've just stayed and decorated the tree with Adam, but I was starving (hadn't eaten dinner, because I thought she was buying pizza) and couldn't find one thing to eat there, so I came back home. How pointless.

And this is completely pointless too, since I'm almost certain that everyone who's getting me something for Christmas is already done shopping, but I'm posting it anyway.

Rebecca's Christmas List (at last) )

I burned my new Christmas CD this weekend, and even though I wasn't able to find one of the songs I wanted, it came out well. I'm posting the playlist for it and the Christmas CD I burned back in 2005. I remember the day I made it was a very cold and depressing Sunday, and I'd had to go to campus to put up fliers for the French film night that we were doing for JXB's class. I think I came home and ate an MRE that we had leftover from hurricane evacuations.

Christmas with Rebecca, 2005 )

Nol avec Rebecca, 2009 )

rebecca_in_blue: (patient)
It was sunny and warm when I left for work today, but about an hour before I got off, the clouds started rolling in. By the time I got off, the sky was pitch-black and the rain was coming down in sheets. I had to make a mad dash to my truck, and wind was making the rain fall at such a slant that my left side got soaked, while my right side, freakishly, remained almost perfectly dry. For some reason, it reminded me of the song "Little Wonders," by Rob Thomas:

Let it go
Let it roll right off your shoulders
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These little wonders still remain

This was a very random, pointless post. Sorry.
rebecca_in_blue: (pursed lips)

I've decided to make rice krispy treats, decorated to look like little American flags. I'm looking up the recipe in another window right now, and this afternoon, I'll be bringing them to a hamburger cook-out with CJ & Company. I hope they turn out well. I haven't had home-made rice krispy treats in forever. I was (I think) in elementary school when they started being sold in stores, and after that, my mom never made another batch. The store-bought ones are good, but they can't compare to home-made, which I remember being a lot more moist and buttery. Mmmm....

Speaking of which, I really, really hate the commercials for rice krispy cereal. You know the ones: they're all shot in black-and-white, with a soft-focus lens, and feature a mom and her kids, and they're so nauseating that I change the channel whenever one comes on. When I told Sara I would be making rice krispy treats, she said, "I'll get the tripod and the black-and-white film." Haha.

I've been hearing the song "Saturday in the Park" a lot on the radio this week. (That, and every song Michael Jackson ever did. I asked Sara yesterday, "How long do you think it'll be before they stop talking about him?") Anyway, it came on the radio at work yesterday, and I started singing along and asking EJ and Sally, "Can you dig it?" They just stared at me.

I put on the CD of Americana songs that I made to take to France. (I thought I could use it in a lesson about something. Never did.) I love the song "My Country, 'Tis of Thee," especially the second verse. I think it should be our national anthem, rather than "The Star-Spangled Banner," which nobody likes or knows the words to, and which there is a strong movement to replace.

rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

I've said it before and I'll say it again: No one on God's green earth can cook like my grandma. Today she served up barbecqued pork ribs, macaroni & cheese, pork & beans, green beans, and brownies for dessert. I helped her cook the beans and wash the dishes afterwards, while she told me how old everything in her kitchen is. Her trashcan dates back to 1964, at least.

There's one song I have on my iPod, a remix of "Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World" (which was originated by a fat, ugly Hawaiian guy and has since been covered by dozens of artists; the version I have is by Aselin Debison), that I listen to almost everytime I'm at Grandma's house. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world: that's how I feel on the porch swing or in the garden. And speaking of my iPod, in another window I'm currently converting that awesome literal video of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" to mp3 so I can add it to Holly Boulon.


I'm drinking Kool-Aid again, for the first real time since I was a little kid, and in that time they've come out with enough new flavors to fire your imagination. (Why did I ever leave this stuff?) I remember drinking boring staples like grape and strawberry as a kid; now there's pink lemonade and berry blue twist and watermelon cherry and blasting berry cherry. I also bought a set of popsicle molds from eBay to make Kool-Aid pops. (They are so cute! Maybe I'll post pictures.) I've found that Kool-Aid pops aren't as good as normal popsicles, not nearly as flavorful, but they're cold and perfect after walking Sable or bike-riding. Six molds came in the pack, which I really don't need, so I might give half to Eva.

rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

B...
You -- you said B.
B...
You said B! Good!
B... good...

So Sara did this thing on her journal where you blog about songs on your iPod starting with the same letter. She told me to do it with B. Maybe it's a hard letter, or maybe I'm a boring person, but I can't think of many interesting things to say about the B songs on my iPod.

Babylon, David Grey. I first heard this song during my junior year of high school, and I included it on a cassette tape that I recorded from the radio that year. To this day most of the songs on that tape, including Peaceful World and Pacific Coast Party (which I also have on my iPod), still remind me of junior year -- creative writing with Mr. Womac, French with Mlle Gryppe, English with Coach Jeff. I recently compiled all the songs on that tape into a YouTube playlist titled Junior Year Music.

Bette Davis Eyes, Kim Carnes. I'm not sure when I first heard this song, but I remember that I was sitting in the truck in the Kroger's parking lot, and I loved it immediately, even though I couldn't understand all of it. I originally thought the line was "better days besides," instead of "Bette Davis eyes." Also I didn't really know who Bette Davis was. This and Bob Seger's "Night Moves" are two songs that I will always sing along with every time I hear them on the radio or on my iPod.

Better Days, The Goo Goo Dolls. This song came out, I believe, in January 2006 (it's about the start of a new year). The first time I remember hearing it was while I was driving back from the Factory Outlet with Mom. Later it came on while I was driving to Grandma's house, and I sat in the truck in her driveway to hear all of it. Grandma walked out to the truck to see why I was just sitting there.

Bad Day, Daniel Powter. I first heard this song in spring 2006, during my last days in tarpartment. I used to watch music videos on VH1 every morning while I ate my breakfast, and I still remember the video for this song. I've always really loved this song, but for some reason, I didn't think to add it to my iPod until recently.

Best Friends, Toy-Box. I recently made a YouTube video with this, and Sara is still talking about what a disturbing song she thinks it is. It is pretty weird and somewhat creepy, but it's also hella catchy. I first heard it in France in fall 2007, when a friend of mine on YouTube made a video of it with Dakota and Elle Fanning. The song was so damn catchy that I couldn't stop watching that video.

rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)

In the last 48 hours, Rebecca has....

  • Bought three goat cheese pizzas and eaten two. Also had Heather take pictures of me eating the pizza. (Yeah, we all know what I’m going to miss.)
  • Bought a chocolate bar, a bag of nougat (it's a little different from what we know as nougat in the US; it's little white cubes of dough with peanuts in it, and damn, is it delicious), and two île flottant desserts (these are basically meringue with English cream and caramel sauce – so good). I’m determined to stuff as many French desserts as I can into my body during my last few days.
  • Donated the English-language books that I can’t take back with me to the médiathèque.
  • Made three visits to the bank to arrange to have my money transferred into my American bank account. The third time I came in, I said, “Okay, this is the last time, really.” The woman who sat at the front desk all day said, “Oh, but we’ve missed you.”
The left side of my neck has been very stiff lately. I thought I might have slept on it at an odd angle, but there also seems to be something wrong with the left side of my jaw, which is sore, and my left ear, which feels funny, like I have a head cold or something. The teeth and gums on the bottom right side of my mouth are also sore, but I think this is from my last appointment to the dentist. It wasn’t really painful this time, but there was a lot of pressure on my mouth.

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