My own little conflict of values

Oh, if only I didn't give up putting songs on my blogs. I suppose it's a good thing, because the last song that was on here is now A) completely ruined, I can't even listen to it and B) makes me think of my blog if I *do* listen to it. But still, I want to share it.

Eh, it's 80's revival, I guess it's not that important. I'll just enjoy it myself until I get tired of it.

It's Tyrant by The Bravery, btw. Download it. Purchase it. Legally. Like... on a CD, or Napster.. or some guy selling it for 20 cents on the street, whatever.

I'm considering changing my font. Nothing big and fancy (i.e. no weirder than Garamond), but just something different. I'm almost tired of Verdana. Maybe I'll change to Arial, or Courier New if I'm feeling wild.

I am officially overconnected. I carry my cellphone around everywhere, I check my email every half-hour, and I am currently signed on to 3 messengers. And I'm not talking to anybody. But that may be due to the fact that four out of forty-three people are actually on. Two of those are away or idle.

I am a bookworm. I have strategies for reading different series... "I don't want to start the other book I bought that day, because I finished the first one and didn't like the ending and need to know what happens next, so let's just go to the bookstore to buy the second book of the first series. Oh, while we're there, we can buy 5 other books, including the second book of the other series (the one I haven't started yet).

I am starting this song over for the third or fourth time. Not specifically because I like it that much, but I'm not in the mood for much else, and the instinct to drown out the noise of my family talking to each other voids the option of listening to nothing. So this song is most likely well on its way to the point where I simply can't listen to it any more for fear of losing my mind.

"Words of wisdom, from your Tyrant mouth... *insert annoyingly catchy but skillfully written 80's revival instrumental verse here*"

I guess I should get going about my actual day, considering I've used 8 paragraphs talking about nothing already.

Okay, Gym. Well, it sucked as usual... I Had to run the 800 meter again today, which under normal circumstances wouldn't be that big of a deal. But today... Oh, today... Ankles hurt from the past week of running, playing sports, going places, jumping around the house, etc... Stomach hurt for no apparent reason even before I ran... Asthma was going a little funky... And yet I beat my previous time by about 20 seconds. It defies reason.

Our new mailbox is oddly sterile-looking. The old one hadn't been painted for years, so it was chipping all along the top, resulting in bluish-white sides with a brownish-blackish color on top. With a rusty flag. And numbers that didn't match, but went well together. The post was old, too, and painted the color of our house. It had character. Now it's painted solid white, with big block numbers, and a shiny red flag. And the post is unpainted (unsanded, too, so very hazardous) cedar. It's so... boring. Why did we need a new mailbox? Because... um... it fell over. Because of... uh... the wind. Very strong wind here. Very strong. Yeah. Wind.

I sort of have an urge to write something. But then, I don't really know. I guess I can edit... There's always editing to do...

I rearranged my Gmail box. I don't care what they say; depsite the searchability, and the staff insisting that you don't need to do anything to sort your mail, it is very disconcerting to look in your archive and having no idea what any of it is. So I finally broke down and made a couple labels, and filters to filter things that I know I'm getting, and have no desire to see the contents of, but cannot stop getting mailed these things because they are attatched to certain services (*cough* sitemeter) that I would prefer to keep using, into the archive and under the label of "crap" in case I ever want to know how many hits this site got on the week of May 17th. You never know.