You know how some psych studies hand out beepers to their participants? When the beepers go off at random times during the day, they ask you to assess and record your mood, or your level or sexual arousal, or whatever variable they’re trying to measure. I feel like I want to do a study on myself with one of those beepers. Every time it goes off, I write down the song that’s stuck in my head.
The repertoire of songs that circuit through my head on a daily basis is actually ridiculous. Half the time I’ll be unconsciously singing a song that I haven’t heard in months or even years. Currently I’m trying to write a cover letter for a summer internship and I found myself thinking, “Your body is moving, you humping and jumping, your titties is bouncing…” And then I pause and actually REALIZE what I’m thinking. WTF. I haven’t heard Snoop Dogg & Akon’s hauntingly romantic “I Wanna Fuck You” in who knows how many months. No one was talking about it, no one was talking about anything remotely related. So why am I singing it now?
It would be interesting to keep a record of the random songs I find myself singing. Maybe I’d be able to find some kind of pattern, or be able to start noticing the triggers that cause me to think of the song. Many of the associations happen consciously, where someone will say a specific word or say it with a specific tone, and I’ll respond with a song lyric. But the unconscious triggers are even more interesting.
Ahhhhh! Okay done deal, I have to watch now.
hahaha, “I got some soul in me.” That should be my personal tagline.
I haven’t finished reading it yet. I put it on pause after I got to all the lyric interpretations, because I hadn’t heard some of the songs yet, and I wanted to listen to them before I read what they’re supposed to mean.
but Django and I just watched the 1955 version of “The Fast and the Furious.” It was really lame, although I did enjoy seeing all the vintage cars. The main characters were driving a Jag with a windshield the size of a dinner plate. Not really sure how the people who made Jaguars thought that would be effective. Oh and of course, all the backdrops and special effects were superb. The producers even did this cool thing where they sped up the film during the chase scenes to make the cars go Super Duper fast! Neato!
The main female lead was pretty badass though. She was a race car driver, although they barely let her do any driving in the movie. She was also kind of dumb; when she was locked in a wooden shack, she set fire to the door to escape and almost choked to death on the smoke -_- Okay maybe she wasn’t that badass. But she had attitude, and she could drive, so I gave her props for that.
hahaha DJ Scribb, ficky ficky! (that’s the sound of scratching turntables, in case you couldn’t tell)
I just can’t go through a spring break without getting walked in on. Although last year’s incident wasn’t really a disaster, just awkward with a capital A. Glad I avoided that this year. Unlike Morgan, who has the capacity to be embarrassed, Django has no shame. He’s not going to let me hear the end of it as it is, even though nothing actually happened. -__-
There is a country where the leading cause of death of pregnant women is murder by a partner. In this same country, more than a million women were raped in 2008 and women are much more likely to live in poverty than men. Local laws don’t protect their right to bodily freedom and integrity; some rape laws even state that once a woman initially consents to sex, she doesn’t have the right to change her mind.
You may have caught on by now — yes, I’m talking about the United States.” —Jessica Valenti, in “Equality begins at home: U.S. lags pathetically behind other nations in some basic rights for women.” (via thedailyfeed)
We never got to read Enoby! I wish we were all together right now so we could have storytime. I could use the laughs.