Try

"Try" Pink at the AMA's this year

I'm just gonna leave this here.  There were multiple moments where I just went "Holy Shit."  God, I need to dance more.  Some of that weight bearing stuff.  I also appreash that it's mildly reminiscent of the chore that plays through my head when I listen to "No Light, No Light" .  I was listening to that on BART Saturday morning actually.  RADIO GODS.

No Strings Attached

The Plain White T's "Rhythm of Love" was the closing theme from the movie No Strings Attached?!  If there isn't some cosmic force pulling strings together around me than I don't know what's going on.

I LOVED this song when I first came out.  LOVED it.  Played it all the time on Toph's guitar in Fall 2010.  Consequently, I refused to see No Strings Attached or the Mila Kunis/Justin Timberlake version of that movie (until this morning) because I was too busy living that story line with Topher.  And now I find out that the like theme song of that semester is also the theme song to the theme movie of that semester?

Things make so much and so little sense some times.

#drink beer

Apparently drinking alone is okay now.  I saw a shooting star and made a wish and sat outside and listened to this Jason Mraz song I just heard on the radio and I was sitting on the stoop and I wish I had a deck or backyard or whatever.  Oh wait I guess I do, but I'm not allowed on them.  I wonder why my roommate who is a secret smoker doesn't secretly smoke in the backyard b/c she's the only one with access.  I called Abigail and she answered the phone and it was great and I am happy feeling not hollow and I got this fortune cookie that I taped to my wall and I taped a snowflake on my door.  And I have work tomorrow.  Oh man.  Alone drinking.  I wonder if I'll feel like a shit in the morning.  Maybe, but I feel great now.  And I want to sing SO LOUD.  And I wanted to smash a beer bottle on the ground and I didn't.  Because I'd have to clean it up.  And I want to climb things.  And I want to go to my school and play on the jungle gym when no one's around.  And I want to dance.  I want to be on the roof.  I don't give a shit. I want to jump.  I want to fly. OH MY GOD 11:11 is coming up... what to wish for?  I need to go to bed.  I love.

Today was Rockin' (A Post with Too Much Detail)

I woke up this morning on my deflated bed at around whenever o'clock.  I didn't have to be into work until 1:00, and being on some weird mix of East and West Coast time I knew I had plenty of time.  I had gone to bed around 9:30 or 10:00 with not nearly enough calories in my body because I had lied myself into believing I'd go to Trader Joe's.  Which, of course I didn't.  And, therefore, was scrounging for food yesterday.  About 11 hours or so later I woke up too hungry to sleep anymore, which ironically was probably the only reason I slept so long in the first place.  A bowl of yogurt and granola later I wasn't feeling any better, so I pounded a Luna Bar.  I was determined to go running this morning and planning to hate every minute of it. It was rainy, it was grey, my apartment was frigid, I was under-nourished and probably under-hydrated.  Today was going to suck.

And then I got outside and it was kind of warm.  And not really rainy, but this misty thing didn't suck and smelled nice.  Mumford's on my ipod.  And I walk up to the park and there is all this crazy foliage because it's California and California has crazy flowers that bloom all year round.  And then I start running and I don't really stop anytime soon.  I mean, I maybe ran a quarter of a mile, but like... that's a big deal for me.  And then I only walk for about long enough to adjust my ponytail... and then I start running again! (Who is this and why are they wearing my dance tights and gym shorts around Golden Gate Park?)  And this goes on for awhile.  And I start getting dehydrated, but it feels kind of good and the park is stunning and on the way back I run up some stairs and a hill LIKE A BOSS.  And let's pretend I ran like two miles... but really it was probably closer to one.  But it doesn't matter because I feel great and sprint back to the house after I hit the Velo Rouge.

After a couple sit-ups and push-ups and stretches that I don't have the energy left to do, I shower and make my hair look great.  I put on my new dress, take a few pictures, because I feel super fit and endorphins are surging through my body.  Then I slip into my new painted-on dark denim skinnies that make me feel like Luke (if only I had hand-made synthetic leather shoes from Tuscany and a turtle-neck from 1932) and get ready for work.

I'm not looking forward to it, but when I get in I see two of the sweetest faces staring at me.  Some of my favorite girls are there telling me they like my haircut, but that it makes me look different.  I sit down and one of them comes up and gives me a huge hug, and commences to follow me around for next half hour.  It's exactly what I need.  Some women feel the need to buy puppies after a break-up, I just need to go work.  These kids are so sweet and make me so damn happy.  Even that little obnoxious kid that I absolutely hate was adorable today.  We talked about Legoland and at the end of the day we played with the magnetic letters.  Let me tell you how cool it is to watch a kid who is learning to read decode words.  SO FUCKING COOL.

Oh and the project today was sweet potato pie (for Kwanzaa I guess) and there were left-overs.  So guess who has half a sweet potato pie and a tupperware full of mashed sweet potatoes in her fridge?  This girl.  Dinner was delicious.

Anyway, I'm driving home and I flip the radio to 94.9 and what is playing?  We Found Love.  It's a little static-y and I've been nursing a major headache since like 3:00 (because I seriously have NOT had enough calories to sustain myself on a regular day, let alone after a totally awesome run around the park), but I crank it and rock out anyway.  Of course, I think "Wouldn't it be awesome if SelGo's Love You Like a Love Song came on next, talk about signs from the universe."  I flip to 92.7  AND WHAT IS PLAYING?!  Oh Radio Gods, wow!  It's too much!  But thank you.  And I rock out to Love You Like  a Love Song.  And then over to 97.3 and Christina Perri's A Thousand Years is finishing up.  I've only been listening to this song on repeat for the last day and a half.  WHAT IN THE WORLD RADIO GODS?  WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME?!  I AM LISTENING.  I assume that either something awesome in my life is about to happen, or I am about to be in a fatal crash on the Golden Gate Bridge and the Radio Gods just want me to go out on a high.  I didn't die, I so I'm assuming it's the awesome thing.

I already told you dinner was delicious, but I didn't mention that when I switched on the TV Dirty Dancing was on.  The final dance number.  It's only my second favorite movie ever (after the entire Back to the Future trilogy, of course... neither of which I own, somehow).  And then I watch the last half of an episode of  Criminal Minds from the Foyet story line (which is a beast story line).

So yeah.  Lots of little things compiled to make today just awesome.  The best day I've had in awhile.  Congrats for reading all this.  Love you!

Radio Gods

I know I've been blogging near constantly since Thursday.  Forgive me; I'm working through something.  I'm not a religious person.  In fact, I believe in down right nothing except for the fact that I don't believe.  Or that I try to not believe.  I mean a higher power doesn't make ANY SENSE does it?  Where's the proof?  But sometimes, somethings, just seem too eerily accurate or well timed to be a coincidence.  "Superstitious Behavior" my Psychology professor would have called it.  So that's what I call it when I feel like being rational, but HELL.  Sometimes you don't want to be rational.  And nothing can shake my nerve like hearing that one song you've been dying to hear, that I-would-just-feel-better-if-I-could-rock-out-to-this song, when you turn on the radio.  It's like someone is saying "Don't worry, I've got your back. Feel better soon!"

I climb into my car this morning.  And what is playing?  Rihanna's We Found Love.

And I roll down my windows and blast it through the streets of SF.  Then I think "If only I could hear SelGo's Love You Like a Love Song, then I'd know it will all be okay.  It will all work out."  And I'm driving and I'm driving and it's not coming on and I'm starting to feel down again.  Start looking this gift horse in the mouth, as it were: "Come on radio gods, We Found Love wasn't good enough.  I've only been dying to hear it on the radio for the past 3 days (or hell, maybe since Thursday, I don't honestly remember).  I need more."

And then as a special "Fuck You" Katy Perry's The One that Got Away starts playing.  I love this song and listened to it ad nauseam this past month.  But it's a little rude, considering.  Don't you think?

So I'm almost to the airport parking lot, having given up hope on my "sign from the universe" that this'll all end for the best... WHEN WHAT SONG COMES ON?  LAST FULL SONG I LISTEN TO BEFORE I PARK?  YOU GUESSED IT.

How perfect is that?  My drive starts and ends with two songs I'm crazy about right now.  Two songs I've been rocking out to all month.  Two songs that I associate with good things with a good person.  "Don't worry, I've got your back.  Feel better soon!"