for the first time in ages, i used a blow-dryer and wore a hat this morning. both in the same day! which is not exactly news but the fact is, i hate it when my hair freezes. and it was definitely cold enough out to freeze today.

(imustbuyanewcoatimustbuyanewcoat.)

i am still listening to hey mercedes. and i am still hearing "a-list actress" as "eyeless actress" because i didn't read the lyrics or even the song titles before i started listening to the damn cd.

the swede last night said something along the lines of, "is this the same cd you were listening to 48 hours ago? it was good the first time, the first couple songs, before they all started sounding the same..." never one for a timely comeback, i just gave him shit about it, to which he responded, "what, i'm not allowed to have an opinion?"

"of course you're allowed to have an opinion. i'm just going to disagree with you. you'd do the same to me."

"no, i'd just tell you you were wrong," he smirked.

it was a good-natured smirk. but still i wish i'd thought to say, "well, that's how i feel about the damn strokes."

i am quite sure plenty of people will be happy to tell me that, in that case, i'm wrong. that's ok. as it is apparently required that everyone have an Official Position (tm) on the strokes, mine is this: they're alright, i bop my head when i hear them in a store or a bar, but they're that band i always think is some other band. in sidewalk cafe a few weeks ago a conversation happened something like this: "who is this? don't we know this song? isn't it that one band? no, that other one. no, you know, with that song? oh, it's the strokes."

much as i am tired of hearing about them, i can understand that they would rather we listen to the music than the hype. but i always just think they're someone else.

(also, i really can't stand that video.)

[ /end strokes Official Position (tm) ]

i have nothing to talk about. i am cranky and i can tell from the angles and shapes in my head and body that it's just hormones, but that doesn't mean i can control it. i can try, but sometimes that just makes it worse. i had bizarre dreams: running from monsters who only preyed on those that cowered, leaving the runners alone. an almost-blind man who was the father of the girl i was in the dream, making baskets that looked like a basket in my grandfather's house. a small child disobeying, making a mess on a deck when he wasn't supposed to be outside. a dilapadated small town that looked sort of like anaconda, montana, where the monsters were, zombies and creatures like the ones in "thriller".

i fell asleep dreaming of surprises and woke up dreaming of running. i am not going to begin to analyze that.