I'm starting with right now. Who I am now. This moment. This day.
I'm spread out at my work station. I work for the government. My fellow employees and I call ourselves the spies. What we do isn't that kickass... At all, I promise. I do wish it was as legitimate as being a spy, I daydream about that a lot. I'm here with Albus Dumbledore, the name of my fairly new MacBook Pro. I'm in love with it, which is saying something because I usually don't get along with technology. I'm in the middle of doing this, Facebooking (lame that I use such a word), and listening to Spotify. Spotify is like Pandora Radio, but way better. It isn't a website radio. It's an application (I guess?) that you download on your computer, and you can listen to however many artists and however many songs that you want. Better yet, you can skip as many times as you'd like! There are ads, naturally, but it is not nearly as excessive as those of Pandora. Belle and Sebastian, the artist I'm listening to now, is an indie-pop band that reminds me of the indie band Beruit. This is the first time I've ever really listened to Belle and Sebastian. The song I'm listening to now is called "Beautiful," and this is the 2nd time I've listened to it within the hour. The lyrics are lovely, and with the musical styling it makes a very alluring song. One that will surely be replaying in my head all day. The lyrics are heavy, but the tune and mood of the music turns it into something very playful and almost light. Here are some of the lyrics:
They let Lisa go blind
The world was at her feet and she was looking down
They let Lisa go blind
And everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, only temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental
Beautiful
She thought it would be fun to try photography
She thought it would be fun to try pornography
She thought it would be fun to try most anything
She was tired of sleeping
The world was at her feet and she was looking down
They let Lisa go blind
And everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, only temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental
Beautiful
She thought it would be fun to try photography
She thought it would be fun to try pornography
She thought it would be fun to try most anything
She was tired of sleeping
....just a little tease of a piece of some sublime music. I can't help but relate to the part of the lyrics where he talks about her being mental. I consider myself mental, for sure. At least more-so than the rest of my friends.
So, I'm back to blogging. Let's hope it works out how I would like it to. If it doesn't, whatever...should be pretty interesting regardless. I'm dropping the fake blog name.
-Ayns
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