Monthly Archives: March 2010

What’s more sad?

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The fact that I used to be a big Barenaked Ladies fan, or the fact that this song popped up in iTunes the other day and seriously made me wanna die? I’ve always liked this song, but I guess I never paid much attention to the lyrics until now. And seriously, this pretty much sums up how things went for me, so I present to you my definitive Break up Song 2010, even though pretty much all songs are about break ups.

Words & Music by Steven Page

The bravest thing I’ve ever done
Was to run away and hide
But not this time, not this time
And the weakest thing I’ve ever done
Was to stay right by your side
Just like this time, and every time
I couldn’t tell you I was happy when you were gone
So I lied and said that I missed you when we were apart.
I couldn’t tell you, so I had to lead you on
But I didn’t mean to break your heart.

And if I always seem distracted
Like my mind is somewhere else,
That’s because it’s true
Yes it’s true
it’s this stupid pride that makes me feel
Like I have to follow through
Even half-assedly, loving you
Why must I always speak in terms of cowardice?
When I guess I should have just come out and told you right from the start
Why must I always tell you what I want is this?
I guess cause I wouldn’t want to break your heart

And you said;
“What’d you think that I was gonna do,
Curl up and die just because of you?
I’m not that weak, you know
What’d you think that I was gonna do,
Try to make you love me as much as I love you?
how could you be so low?
You arrogant man,
What do you think that I am?
My heart will be fine
Just stop wasting my time”

And now I’m over you, I’ll be ok
And that i’ve got what I want
And that’s rid of you
Bye
And it’s not cause I’ll be missing you
That makes me fall apart
it’s just that I didn’t mean to break
No, I didn’t mean to break
No, I didn’t mean to break
Your heart
Your heart

Winter allergy fun

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A week ago it was rainy and dreary, this week it’s hot and somewhat miserable. If I don’t leave the house, the heat doesn’t really bother me, because it’s always cold inside.

Well, the unusually warm weather has triggered all sorts of terrific allergies to deal with. I didn’t think to pop an allergy pill prior to my hike in San Mateo today because it was cold indoors when I left, so I assumed it was a cold day out. Then again, it was 8:30 am. As it began to warm up the world decided to release all allergens and attack me in the oddest ways.

1) My thighs started feeling a bit like burning while we were about a mile into the hike. I just figured, “Oh, they’re just my normal, randomly recurring hives.” But then I didn’t feel any bumps come up, and the hives weren’t in their normal spot, so I rolled up my pant legs and tried to see if there were any other bumps, like bug bites that had swelled from my scratching. Nothing. Then the itching became intense and very difficult to ignore, so for the next couple of miles, I would have to interrupt the hike (it was more of a stroll) to stop, pull up my pants, and scratch myself like crazy in front of everyone on the trail. It kept feeling like the itching was traveling up, and sure enough, it started itching around my waist. It may have been the detergent, but I’ll never know because once we started heading back, the itching went away.

2) At Caren’s place, my nose started to itch incessantly. That’s one of the more aggravating feelings in the world. Because it causes me to rub my nose like crazy, repeatedly, and nothing takes away the itch. It’s not internal, it’s external, and it’s maddening, and probably quite disgusting to watch. After a bit of that, my eyes started to itch too. I didn’t have a headache, so I don’t know if it was a fragrance, or if Caren was really harboring a basket of cats somewhere nearby. For over an hour I rubbed my nose in an OCD fashion, and really wished I had taken an allergy pill.

3) Pretty much right after I left Caren’s place, my nose stopped itching, so I assume something at her place was the irritant. Maybe she’s responsible for the thigh itch too – but I don’t want to think about that. So, I was in the clear, but still pretty miserable because it was hot as hell in my car, and hot as hell outside. When I got to Gina’s house to help her move, she flapped her blanket in the air to dust it, and delightfully released fur and feathers into the air. I think there were feathers, unless her dog started growing goose-like tufts as well as its coarse, China fur. Gina immediately realized the error but it was too late. The rest of my time there was spent sneezing and sniffling and REALLY wishing I had allergy pills on me.

Now, I wonder if I should take my doctor’s advice and continuously pop allergy pills, or if I should just suffer so I can have an excuse to blog really uninteresting blogs.

Klutzy

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I was all excited to open this post with a song lyric.  Belle & Sebastian’s “Act of the Apostles II,” which I thought contained the lyric “I’m a genius / a prodigy / My sad sighs / are up for a prize.”  Prize-winning Sad Sighs??  Yes, please.

Turns out “my sad sighs” is actually “at maths and science”.  Stupid Scottish accent.  So that is not relevant at all.

ANYWAY.

I’m just here to report on a small Sad Sigh.  I’ve had a nosering for, like, 5 years now.  See:

Me

So I’m used to it, right?  Except that apparently the other night I rolled over violently on that side of my face OR SOMETHING because now I have a cut inside my nostril and a bruise surrounding the cut from the nose ring.

Yes, that’s right, I injured myself in my sleep with my own nose ring.  My friends know that I’m very prone to falling down randomly, dropping glasses, and generally being awkward, but apparently I’m also capable of hurting myself when I’m dead asleep.