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Month: January, 2010

Contra.

(Vampire Weekend)

I had a feeling once
That you and I
Could tell each other everything
For two months
But even without hope
With truth on our side
When you turn away from me
It’s not right

I think you’re a Contra
I think you’re a Contra
And dear Contra
I think you’re a Contra

My revolution thoughts
Live in lies of desire
I wanna trace them to the source
And the wire
But it’s not useful now
Since we both made up our minds
You gotta watch out for yourself
So will I

I think you’re Contra
I think that you lie
Don’t call me Contra
Till you’ve tried

You wanted good schools
And friends with pools
You’re not a Contra
You wanted Rock’ n’ Roll,
Complete control
Well, I don’t know

Walls.

I think what’s on a person’s wall says a lot about them. Do you keep yours white, do they have pictures of your family, posters, or paintings?

Walls are looked at everyday. They are your surroundings. When you hang something, you are essentially saying, ” I want to see this daily. I want others to see this when they enter my home.”

What do your walls say about you?

Placement.

Yesterday as I was doing homework and snacking, I found something beautiful. Enjoy.

(No, really. Enjoy life.)

It’s a Great Friday.

Today while shopping at Ralph’s with my roommate I made a discovery! I found both the Singing in the Rain and the Easter Parade soundtrack duo.

The fantastic movies include songs such as “Steppin Out” (Fred Astaire), “A Fella with an Umbrella” (Judy Garland and Peter Lawford), and the always fabulous “Make ‘Em Laugh” (Donald O’Connor). Really, is there any dance sequence better than Cosmo Brown’s in Singing in the Rain? I remember sitting dumbfounded in front of the television as I watched him dance himself sick.

I also read recently that after O’Connor preformed that sequence, he was sick for three days and even did another take after the first one was ruined.

Singing in the Rain is also the home of the fabulous song “Moses.” Check out these lyrics:

Moses suposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously
But Moses, he knowses his toeses aren’t roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be

Moses suposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously
A Mose is a mose
A rose is a rose
A toes is a toes
whoop-dee-doo-doo-doo-doo

Moses suposes his toeses are roses
But Moses supposes erroneously
But Moses, he knowses his toeses aren’t roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be

Moses
Moses
Moses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.

A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a toes as moses supposes.
Couldn’t be a lilly or a taffy daffy-dilly-
It’s gotta be a rose ’cause it rhymes with “Mose.”

MOSES!
MOSES!
MOSES!

It’s classic. I remember singing and dancing around the living room as a little girl. Now I get to dance around my apartment to my fabulous new record double pack!

Weather.

Today was unseasonably warm for the middle of January, especially considering the weather we’ve currently been having. As I was walking across campus, I crossed paths with a Spanish older gentleman who was doing some gardening in the flower beds. He could tell I was enjoying the weather and commented on it. When I agreed, he replied enthusiastically, “We have to be here.”

This puzzled me.

All day I tried to figure out what that man meant by “We have to be here.” I had to be on campus because it is my responsibility as a student. He had to be working, most likely because he has responsibilities as a husband and father, but I couldn’t shake the feeling (mostly because he sounded so happy when he said it) that he meant something so much more.

We have to be here. On earth. We were born into a certain set of circumstances. We didn’t pick our parents or the number of freckles (I would’ve picked a few less on the face).  But there are several circumstances we DO get a say in: our mood in the morning, the job we take, the spouse we choose the spend the rest of our lives with.

We have to be here. Might as well enjoy it.

Sweet Details.

I recently discovered this dress and love the detailing around the neck and waist cinching. Which of course, begged a belt. I was only too glad to oblige.

Dress: J Roberts

Shirt: Ralph Lauren

Boots: Gianni Bini

Belt and Accessories: Target

I almost didn’t want to take the outfit off for my afternoon nap. Happy Sunday (Postsecret day!)

Light.

Today, as I was clicking around on my computer, I found this small etsy shop that sells paper cutouts, called Made by Juline. Just reading this simple message made my day a little bit brighter.

New.Find.Wednesday.

I love my wallet. It’s an old cigarette case that BARELY holds all my cards. But I could drop it for this:

Urbanherilooms from New Jersey sells these incredible wallets on Etsy. Give her site a look!

http://www.etsy.com/shop/urbanheirlooms

Ukulele.

Okay, so my resolution to blog more during Christmas vacation fell through, but my break was thoroughly relaxing. Okay, not really, since I spent my break working, BUT, I am REFRESHED and READY for this semester.

Christmas was great. And I got and gave perfect gifts.

My sister gave me a ukulele and I can now play the following:

a) twinkle twinkle little star

b) amazing grace

c) photobooth (dcfc)

d) soul meets body (dcfc also)

Needless to say it was a gift that kept on giving … a dose of patience that is to all of my accommodating family members who weren’t so accommodating after the fifth concert of “Amazing Grace”

Except for my sister, who would sit through every song and clap encouragingly at the end. And during this I began to realize this following:

People want one thing: ATTENTION.

And I don’t mean this in an obnoxious way or stalker/psycho way, but in a human nature way. I think Chris Martin put it best in the Coldplay song “Square One” :

“The first line on the first page / To the end of the last page /From the start in your own way / You just want somebody listening to what you say.”

And it’s true. I’ve discovered a secret. If you listen to someone, truly listen, they’ll accept you. It’s that simple. LISTENING.

So thanks Tabitha, for listening to “Photobooth” for the tenth time, even though it sounded nothing like the original and my uke was completely out of tune for the majority of Christmas break.

It mattered to me.