soundtrack of my life...

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie

opening credits;
Between Me, You & Liberation
Common Feat. Cee-Lo
Electric Circus


waking up;
Let's Go Crazy
Prince
The Hits/The B-sides


falling in love;
Track 9
Alison Kraus


fight song;
Numb
Sia
Colour the Small One


breaking up;
Blowin' In The Wind
Bob Dylan


prom;
All You Need Is Love
The Beatles



life;
Chasing The Girl
Rachael Sage


mental breakdown;
C'mon A My House!
Eartha Kitt


driving;
Beyond the Gray Sky
311


flashback;
It's You
The Specials


getting back together:
Rocky Mountain Way
Joe Walsh


wedding;
It's True That We Love One Another
The White Stripes


birth of child;
One Flight Down
Norah Jones


final battle;
I Don't Want To Live Today
Ape Hangers


death song;
Intro.
Kanye West


funeral song;
Intro
India.Arie


end credits;
Living Room
Tegan & Sara

the hit-and-run breakup artist

"That sounds like me"

I was telling Adiva that I'd broken up with him via e-mail. Cackling I ask Lena,

"You broke up with Adam through e-mail?"

"Oh yeah, I got him on e-mail, the answering machine, one time on the phone when he was deathly ill and celebrating a birthday."

'It's oh so quiet, shh shh, it's oh so still'

I haven’t been posting much. The thing is with ‘wonderland’ I can get my own stats on the writing I put out there. I don’t mean those who visit, rather how much I write.

Here’s the rub; I started thinking this was a sex blog. It’s not. Not really. It does a nice impression of a sex blog, but it’s really just a blog written by a girl who likes sex. (Who likes to read about sex, write about sex, have sex…)

I also started to give a damn about people’s opinions. Started caring what people thought of what I wrote so I stopped writing. Seems like if you want to shut me up, just listen.

When I start to think about posting I think about the kids I work with and end up with writing what sound like a “Kids say the darndest things” re-run. I need a vacation yet end the day with jewels of memory stuck in pockets, chunks of time I re-visit to convince myself to return tomorrow. I struggle with co-workers, stamp my feet at all that is wrong with the school. I rage as quietly as I can, for there’s nothing I can do to change it. I must go get a degree, then another, then another. And all I want is to sleep, for a long time. and wake once in awhile in a lover’s arms.

For right now, I’m lucky to find the time for a first date.