THREE HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN

SONG OF THE DAY #347
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Too Late
by Carole King

Woke up early and Pop drove me to work at 9:30. Spent the morning talking to Victor, bonding over our respective fountain jumps. After that, I spent the afternoon working MP3 and floating, Carole King stuck in my head, and in the test iPod. I came home at 4 with John Adams, a speaker, a cable and some Smart Water.

I came home and changed, and went to David's to pick up the Sleigh Bells tickets for tonight. Saw his weapons collection and headed out to get ready. The night was basically a disaster. Apart from losing the tickets and then really embarrassedly finding them in the car, it was one of the (in terms of human interaction) coldest, most distant experiences of my young ad life (or at least of the past couple years). The entire night was plagued with some guy that was giving me more attention than my actual date, and BONUS: we were there for four hours, and after two lousy openers, we walked out as Sleigh Bells was about to sound check. She felt bad, and I took her home.

"Remember how we talked about this not being the right time?"
"Yeah..."
"...yeah."

Wow. I guess it was too perfect.

It's fine. Go through what you need to go through, knowing who'll be here waiting for you when you're done. Y hasta entonces, que sepas que puedes contar conmigo para lo que te haga falta. Now drive home, and be safe.

I wasn't giving you the silent treatment; I was just speechless. Carole King, that's your cue.

And this is how my week ended.

THREE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX

SONG OF THE DAY #346
Friday, April 29, 2011
Fake Empire
by The National

Got up crazy late.. like at 12:45. I bought some tickets through Culture Shock before getting out of bed, to a strange dance company performing at a new theatre. The grass had just finished being cut and Gustavo was at my house. I watched The Notorious Bettie Paige, and then followed it up with the first three episodes of The Lost Room, which my mom and my sister joined me for. They'd gotten home. From that point, I started getting ready to go-- a process at the latter end of which I reminded Mileini to be here.

Together we took Archimedes to the South Dade Cultural Center to watch an incredible, unforgettable DIAVOLO performance, and then we headed all over the city scouring for an open restaurant. We settled at IHOP 20-30 minutes later. ^.^

MIDNIGHT BONUS TRACK
First Date
by Blink-182

We talked for what seemed like hours, about endless hilarities and the realities of life. It's always real with this girl.
It's so strange; the night was so simple, but an incredible show and simple sparkling, honest conversation turned it into one of the unexpected best nights of my life.

Riding on the high of the past few days, and coming home from a great night tonight made me feel strange. The whole day I felt half-awake, like it was all too perfect. This is the perfect song for today, which, little did I know, was the peak. And as for the Bonus Track, this is what hanging out at IHOP with Mileini, talking about first dates feels like. I love everything about this night.

THREE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE

SONG OF THE DAY #345
Thursday, April 28th, 2011
Stolen
by Dashboard Confessional

Woke up and told Mileini I'd meet her at the FIU, only to stay in my pajamas and watch American Idol. I think I cracked my foot last night. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I went to the Park to meet Crystal. We set up a blanket and talked, and then went to the swings and did the same... Together we ran through the sprinklers in the soccer field. Very metaphorical. Soaked, we said goodbye.

The rest of the day was a blur.

THREE HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR

SONG OF THE DAY #344
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Maybe I'm Amazed
by Paul McCartney

This was one of the greatest nights of my life.

14 HOURS EARLIER:

I woke up at 10, took a shower, and gathered up some words. It's the morning after the letter. I'd never opened up that much to anyone before, and it freaked me the hell out. I practically tore my heart out and bled on paper yesterday, the craziest day of my life. I checked my emails and read one from Onstead, in response planning to volunteer at Fairchild later this week.

I chucked up some courage and talked to Jaife this morning. We agreed on no weirdness, and we thought about making this part of our relationship, instead of just seeing it as a hiccup. We were this close to moving on, and for several hours we did. So what was the next thing I did? The same thing we do every day, Pinky: talk to Mileini and watch Glee, and plan for the movies with Crystal.

At 7:30 I met Crystal, Chang and a friend at Palace 18. We watched Limitless and walked around the strip mall, talking about nothing in particular and eating wheat thins. When it was time to go, Crys took Chang and Victor home and I waited around her neighborhood for her to get home. I drove around and then parked a few blocks south of her house. This was my downfall. After having a bland evening with Crystal's friends, maybe it wasn't the best idea to sit around by yourself, letting music convince me that I love someone else. It started with the Eels, and then it transcended into McCartney and I couldn't stop myself. I started hyperventilating again, and my heart started beating. I couldn't believe it, but I was thinking of her.

I woke my confiante up and explained everything, and doing that I realized that these things don't just happen. I can't keep letting my life pass me by. Not when feelings like these are involved, because I don't come by them often. I begged, "Dime que la vaya a buscar. Solo dímelo."

Crystal texts me. She's home, but it's too late. The Beatle has brainwashed me.

I tell Mileini to take Jaife to the fountain. I feel nauseous again. I pack some courage and that godforsaken Geico cupholder, and get in the car. I drive to the fountain. I drive to the fountain.

THREE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE

SONG OF THE DAY #343
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Stormy Weather
by Ethel Waters

This morning I woke up early to get to Myth; my final was today. I finished my extra credit essay, emailed Angela, and went to class. As it turns out, half the test was out of the chapters I didn't read. Brilliant! Finished in a cinch. As soon as I got out, Crystal tells me she just finished hers, and she's headed to work. Since my celebratory lunch plans would have to wait, I took Jaif up on her offer to watch Due Date, which ended up being a tidbit better than I expected. Put on The Luyas and cleaned up my desk, Jaif holding the trash.
She left, and hesitated. And after walking into the middle of the road with my hands on my head as something complicated drove away in front of me. I sat on the sidewalk for about 10 minutes watching my life become more and more tangled, until I finally went inside and took to writing. In it, I made my decision. I wrote for an hour and then sought approval from the one woman that would understand these matters of the heart.
This will go down in history as the craziest day of my life.
I went to Itita's house; she wasn't there. I went to la peluquería to find her, and I told her what was happening. The ladies found out as well. After reading my letter to them and getting some feedback, I decided my heart's words were good enough and started transcribing. Itito's office. Now I'd wait. I'd wait for three hours until I asked for whereabouts. And then I'd wait some more. I gave up, and I was about to go home at around 7:45, she sent a message. I was at her house 5 minutes later, dropping off the letter. And as soon as I left, I got nervous again. I came home. I came home, I waited for the speaker until 8:45. I told my mom what had happened. I told her what I wrote. She cried. She gave me advice. She sent me on my way. At this point I was almost hyperventilating. I'd never let out that much emotion, ever. That letter is the most heartfelt thing I've ever written, and I couldn't believe I just left my heart hanging and delivered it to someone. I didn't think I was even capable of something like that. I couldn't explain it if I tried. I felt like I was gonna throw up for most of the afternoon, knowing what I was about to do, and then really heavily once it hit me what I had done. I got in the car with the speaker and 17 cords and drove to Crystal's. Despejándome Un poco, I gave her salsa lesson #2, and then we started watching Pi. I got home and before going inside, followed Jaife's instructions: "check your mailbox when you get a chance." Oh.
Oh my God.



Take a breath.



Keep reading.



What?



Now?



How could I not--?



This isn't happening.



This cannot be happening.



Is this real?



I come inside. I get a grueling pain in parts I didn't even know one could sprain. It's half past midnight, around 40 minutes since I've been home, and I still haven't figured out if it was Crystal's couch or Jaife's words that are physically weakening me. I feel like life just kicked me in the nuts for being such a schmuck. So I took two extra-strength caplets of Western Medecine and tried sleeping for a change.

THE DAY'S PLAYLIST
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Caring is Creepy
by The Shins

Stormy Weather

by Ethel Waters

The Weakness in Me
by Joan Armatrading

This Year's Love
by David Gray

THREE HUNDRED FORTY-TWO

SONG OF THE DAY #342
Monday, April 25, 2011
All Over Town
by The Kooks

This morning I got up to finish several things: It's my last day before the end of the semester. My last final's tomorrow: Myth, Ritual, & Mysticism in the morning. I decided there were a few things I had to do today: finish my essay for Ecology (the Final Draft, due at 5), study for Mysticism, and not do much else. Plans change. Mileini came over while I still hadn't even changed out of my paJams, to pick up the Tao of Pooh, Un Rey en La Habana (after hearing Crys and I gabbing about it over some masitas de puerco), and An American In Paris. She left, and soon after, with a house full of my confused entire family sitting around (había comelata de Arroz con Pollo), Jaife came over. We ate together after everyone else, and then, after my grandparents left, we went to my room to kill some time. I finished my essay while she snooped in my books and ticket case, and after a brilliant quick finish at 4:45, we spent the rest of the afternoon listening to good music and talking. Of course, ambiguously looking into each other's eyes and showing her the map consumed the down time. When she left, I stayed awe-struck at how situations like these in my life can be so difficultly discernable as either friendly and not. I continue to surprise myself thinking about how complicated human relationships are. I dedicate this song to a sentiment: doubt.

In any case-

I got myself over to the Dunkin' Donuts by Crystal's later that night. Study date. Moved it back to her house when we couldn't get internet, and amidst the books, managed to get to know each other better. Also, the new mint oreos and the chocolate cafecito were fantastic. Killed some bugs, looked through some books, and teased her romantic collection. A truly humble abode of films and literature, hehe. It was the night I went back to the gate. The second time seeing her, and it felt better than the first.

I lie... The first was... the first.

THREE HUNDRED FORTY-ONE

SONG OF THE DAY #341
Sunday, April 24, 2011
La Vie En Rose
by Louis Armstrong

I spent the day at the beach with my family this Easter. In the morning we had some plans to bike across the graffitied kingdom of Allapattah, but plans fell through when Jaife stayed sound asleep, dreaming of pedals and wall art. Assuring her we'd make up for it by watching Bansky. :) So, I went to the beach instead. I spent the morning reveling in newfound ecstasy, and the afternoon sleeping it off. I got in at 3:30 last night, and I didn't sleep a wink, just thinking about life. The same happened on the car ride home, and then once I got home, in the bath. I kept it going and watched The Girl Next Door, but had to take it off after the party scene :( I put on An American In Paris, a more Jessie-friendly movie, that makes me feel just as great. Told Mileini it was an externalization of everything that was happening in here. I didn't know this would happen... S'Wonderful :D

THREE HUNDRED FORTY

SONG OF THE DAY #340
Saturday, April 23, 2011
La Tuba
by Elvis Manuel

&

New Kind of Love
by Plants and Animals

This morning started calmly. I got up early and on time and went to the Egg Hunt! ^.^ 8:17 I got out of the car. Scheduled at 8:30. It was fantastic timing. The Hunt was great! I hung out with Kira and Carlos and everyone in the church, Megan and The Hef included. She worked on Posada Carriles' case as co-council! No ways!! After the Hunt, which included Kira, Carlos and I hurriedly placing eggs all over the field in the midst of chaos, talking to Kira about movies, and getting le best craft ever-- a wish jar-- I went to Georgine's House to help out with Netflix. As it turns out, we have crazy similar History interests! It is awesome. She's read all these cool books and loves the Revolutionary and Civil Wars! Though she's die hard south, she's a pretty neat lady. The bee's knees, if you will.

I came home, chilled for a while, talked to Mileini, nappt, and then got ready to head out to Borscht. Picked up Crystal and went to get Mileini, and then we headed out to the Arscht. After parking in a sketchy garage and taking the last spot, we made our way to the line outside, which wrapped halfway around Miami. Took up two sides of the building. Two whole sides! It was crazeh. When they were at capacity, Crystal, Mileini and I decided to take to Bongos, down the street. Stayed there for a few hours, eating masitas de puerco y croqueticas. When it was club time, I softened up the security guard and got a wristband, on the condition that I'd try not to drink, and have a safe time. Taught Crystal some basics, danced up a storm, and had a great time. Jaife graced us with her presence sometime later that night, and the four of us hit it up! Then, of course, she and Mileini were attacked by strange club bears and, after rescuing them I led everyone outside, and we left the club at around 2:30. Jaif and Mileini went home together, and I took Crystal back to her place. A kiss at the door melted me. She closed the door behind her and I barely made it back to my car. I melted all over the sidewalk. Literally spinned and weakened, and leaned against the car for support. Oh, Jesus. Then, on my way home, she told me I should've stayed to watch That 70s Show, and that 30 minutes wouldn't kill me... Of course I turned the hell around and we finished watching the episode, followed by Three's Company. We only watched about half the show. I came home, un mango maduro, at around 3:30. Me tiré en la cama, sobre la cual no dormí el resto de la noche.

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE

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THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT

SONG OF THE DAY #338
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Montaña
by Gipsy Kings

I dislike the Gipsy Kings. I woke up early today to go to the White Party for Myth. [Note to self: remember to email Angela.] Saw some great poems presented, and heard some... interesting... reggaeton. Got a CD :D
Had the most awkward moment of my life as a student [or it's up there, at least], and then put my feet up and laughed about it on a tin table. Ridiculous. Mira que meto la pata. Came home to get the crepes and then headed back to school for the Reacting Farewell.. French Fare. Delicious cheeses. MOHMAGAD-- I love cheese.
Came home after discovering a fellow Star Wars/US Presidents nerd in Keerk. Sat down to watch some crap and eventually got to The Pixar Story with Jessie, which, yes, is a documentary on the animation studio. After that, I wrangled up the rents to watch Toy Story 3! They had never seen it and they loved it! They laughed hysterically throughout the entire film, and at the end, my mom bawled, my dad was solemn, and I held back manly tears with my hand on my heart. I'm like baby bear: not too hot, not too cold... All you need is a light jacket.
The Ititos came over later to eat dessert and sew. Today I ate some crepes and I watched some films, and it was chill. I'm thankful for this life.
This song came into play earlier tonight, after I reminded Kirk that the Gipsy Kings were stuck in my head. Online, Maya, Kirk and I talked about grunge, cure, and hole. The cool kids.

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN

SONG OF THE DAY #337
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Ego (feat. Kanye West)
by Beyoncé

Above the influence on 4/20.
This morning I woke up and rushed to write my index cards for the green roof presentation. Took a shower, got ready, and ironically put on the "Fancy Me" shirt, forgetting I was actually supposed to dress the part for presenting. Business attire, damnit. Not funny get-up, shorts and sneakers. Nevertheless, the presentation went off without a hitch, and we finished up Ecology perfectly. I'm hopeful; all I have to do is some of the extra credit and I think I'll get by fine. Hopefully I'll have time to! Came home after class to a recovering Mami, and I started watching Woody Allen's Match Point, which I checked out of the film library almost two weeks ago. Lol I'm such a disaster. Those things are due within the week. Anyway, I stopped it halfway through to go pick up some food, and on the flip, put on Food, Inc. while eating, to set a nice little tone. Stopped it eventually about halfway through, when something came up, and Ma had to finish doing some things around the house. I helped a little, but realistically how much can you expect? She went to pick up Jessie soon after, and I stayed behind adding to my library and putting off washing dishes (which I eventually got to). OH! I FIXED THE PS3! Do I know how? Not a clue. But The West Wing came out and I shipped it back to Netflix without a single wink. Later, went grocery shopping for the materials I needed for tomorrow's French Potluck. Mom freaked out about EVERY GROCERY PRODUCT after watching Food, Inc. and walking around Winn-Dixie.
-"Read the Ham! There's nothing pure here. We're all going to die."
-"Calm down. Look, this is honey. It's pure." [Ingredients: Honey]
I put Match Point back on when I got home, as Pops made some crepes. I learned how to make them, kind-of, but was more interested in Scarlett Johansson than in thin pancakes. I don't know why. Long story short, the crepes turned out great and the film was pretty damn ingenious. Aw, hell-- I loved it. I have to give it up to my boy. Cut up and washed some strawberries afterwards, and then retired to the room to check some email and wander about. Ended the night updating The Sound for the past couple days, and am hitting the sack at around 1. Nite, y'all. Watch that film.

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX

SONG OF THE DAY #336
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The High Road
by Broken Bells

Got up early by way of Itito, went to Myth, signed up for the clean-up committee, talked to Angela, and donated $5 to the Food Committee. Got out of there and went to the Honors College to thank Rachelle, ended up spending like an hour and then some, maybe, just talking garbage. Went over to the library and met up with Anaís on a whim while waiting for Jaife at Starbucks. She came down, and we went over to Jamba Juice. Dropped some tunes with Anaís in good faith. Tried the Peach Pleasure... heheh. It was pretty damn delicious. Walked Jaif to French and saw Mileini coming out of Spanish on the same floor. Walked to class. In reacting, we had a huge love fest, giving suggestions on what we could have or couldn't have done differently, and spreading revolutionary cheer. It was the day we found out of our fates in the game. After class I headed back home to watch the West Wing. The last episode was brilliant!! Into the night I worked on the slideshow for Ecology, and watched the beginning of Arthur with Dudley Moore. Went to bed at around 2 or something, and got up a few hours later for class...

I got this song, after months of searching, from watching the Rabbit Hole trailer late last night. I couldn't believe my ears. It was a Eureka moment.

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE

SONG OF THE DAY #335
Monday, April 18, 2011
Tree By the River
by Iron & Wine

I just finished reading the Tao of Pooh. It's 2:24 AM.
This morning I woke up in time for class, but I didn't go to class. I stayed home, ate breakfast calmly, and then went to Coral Park. Talked to Vivian for 2 seconds, Gutierrez to borrow the Tao of Pooh, Menasche for 2 seconds, and Pena for like an hour. We talked about school, family, and everything in between. And changes. Lots of changes. Came home, started reading, gave up on reading... Nah, i didn't get up on reading; just suddenly realized I had to run to FIU. So, a few hours after getting home from Coral Park and watching episode 1 of the Misfits-- was that today? I think that was today, yeah. Anyway-- I decided to go back to FIU. At FIU, I was a Bisy Backson. I had to do a few things to see how I could declare my major and clear my hold. In the Honors College, only Jose could help me, or the anthropology department. The anthropology department is now in SIPA, for future reference. Declared my major. The Anthropology advisor said it would take about a week. I said, "ehhh," and he said "ok, do you want to take it instead?" I said yes. He said, "Welcome to the Family." ...I like that he said that. It makes me feel welcome. He shook my hand and said "Welcome to the Family." And he seems like a nice guy. I think that handshake is one of the most refreshing experiences I've had in a long time at FIU. "Welcome to the Family." It's so simple, but its the perfect thing to say. Anyway, I went to drop it off at the ECS building right after. And after dropping it off at ECS, I went to the office of education abroad and told them that my hold had been lifted and that i'd declared my major. "Yayy!!" she said.
I came home, I read or did something--I don't really know. And then Papi came home, and then Jessie came home, and a little while after that I went to sleep. I decided it was too noisy in the living room to read, and that it was too mosquitoey outsde, so i went to my bed to read at around 3:00 or 3:30. Well, this is what happened. Five hours later I woke up, and hadn't read past the first chapter. I hadn't done anything, so I decided to go eat something and then keep reading. I ate and came back to the room to get the job done. I went back over to the living room an hour later, turned the TV off in front of a sleepy father and sat on the red sofa to finish reading. I had only read about a quarter of the book. I sat on that sofa until 2:00 in the morning reading the Tao of Pooh. I took 2 breaks: one to eat a banana and some quakes, and another to watch a few trailers online. It's 2:31, and I am signing off. 2:32. I remember why I loved that book so much. I'm thankful that Gutierrez gave it to me; it's come at the perfect time, especially after a few nights ago. Really, the perfect time.

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-FOUR

SONG OF THE DAY #334
Sunday April 17, 2011
Merrymake It With Me
by The Republic Tigers

Woke up at 10, got out of bed at 11. It was a strange and fascinating day...

When Ititos got here I put on El secreto de sus ojos, which was one of the best movies I've seen in a while.

Meanwhile, as my mom was getting progressively more sick, with a fever that would just NOT go down, Duck confit cooked all day in the kitchen. We ate a little after the movie, following it up by a fruit tart that was ridiculously delicious. Itita told me of a happier time, when she was forced to collect shit from her outhouse so that her mom could fertilize the land. Ah, my grandmother's childhood. Took a crazy nap and woke up a while later. Watched Ellen, then ate some more of the tart when Gallego showed up out of the blue. It's now 12 hours after I woke up, and I'm still in my pajamas watching Hot Tub Time Machine and updating the Sound. I should've woken up more motivated today, but after the heavy conversation last night I wasn't really feeling up for anything. It's no one's fault.

THREE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE

SONG OF THE DAY #333
Saturday April 16, 2011
I Go Away
by MNDR

Today was a little heavy. Worked in the AM, and the first indication that it would turn out strange was that Victor wasn't scheduled. It was strange... I stayed in gaming the whole day, occasionally moving to a swamped DI and relieving Ferd from MP3. Got out and went straight to Itita's house for a BBQ, where surprisingly Tia Brenda was! She came with Elio, Anthony and Amanda and hung out for a few hours. Watched half of Inside Job, and after eating hung out with the kids on the old tracks in the back. At around 6:45 she went home and soon after, so did I. Took Mom to Dolphin Mall to return something while I work-stalked Ruth, and then we headed to Borders to look for the Tao of Pooh, copies of which they didn't have. Came home grumpy and had a long conversation about things that are weighing me down. Ah, Jesus. It's going to be a long life.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN

SONG OF THE DAY #327
Sunday April 10, 2011
Magic [Feat. Rivers Cuomo]
by B.o.B.

Today we all got in the Mustang and the CAC Bus and headed to South Beach. Of course we didn't find parking and ended up on North Beach, which was just as great. More chill, actually. Beach all day. Itito, Itita, Barbarita, Luis, Mami, Papi, Jessie y yo. Zulema found us on a whim. Napped in the car and on the sand, water. David Bisbal! Haha
Ensalada de Pasta, Sandwiches, naps and water make for a very awesome chill day. Seriously, today was great.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX

SONG OF THE DAY #326
Saturday April 9, 2011
It Was A Good Day
by Ice Cube

It smells really nice where I'm sitting right now. Gardenia I think.. It's in my living room.

Today I woke up early and got to work early after having eaten breakfast and everything... Ladies and Gentlemen, he is growing up. Floated around, like the ushe, but spent most of the day in MP3s... Had me a good time with Ferd and Helen. After work Alfred, Ferd and I went over to Publix to buy a cake, some croquetas, and sad animal-shaped plates for Vinnie's last day at the 553. Most of the croquetas disappeared... hm.... *brushes off crumbs*
Came home to watch the West Wing and update the Sound some, and then stayed home doing exactly that whilst the 'rents got home from los mandados. They brought back dinner, which I requested to be some delicious (might I add) Veggie burgers. Oh yes, folks. He likes the veg. Watched some more of the West Wing until the disc finished, at which point I focused all my energy on The Sound work, forgetting about tomorrow's 7AM meeting at the Buy and my Video project due this Tuesday. Ayayay! Going to bed now. 12AM. Biked to work in the AM and biked home. Get the chronic here.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE

SONG OF THE DAY #325
Friday, April 8th, 2011
Dropped
by Phantom Planet

I got up today at around 11. I put some clothes on and went over to the kitchen, where I found Titico having a beer outside and Pops dando lija en el comedór. I ate something, and when Titico left we got on the roof to fix the leaks. Chapapote que tú conoces. Got down, put up with some displaced frustration, and vacuumed the left side of the house. Tested out my speaker, which I'm going to return for being not-too-powerful and expensive as shit, with WORK, and got to taking a shower soon after. Offered Mileini a movie, and got ready to pick her up at 3 for The Last Metro at 3:30. Of course I left the house at 3:05, I got to hers at 3:25, and we got to the movie at 3:45. Haha... ah, kids.

-I'm late.
-I hope you're not pregnant
-Fingers crossed

After the movie I discovered that the quiz I thought closed Saturday had closed today, and after realizing I couldn't do anything about it, I built a bridge and decided to go return the C-Pass to my co-intern on the Venetian. We traveled by two murals that *someone* hadn't ever seen... *pats self on back* and by the Symphony park by Lincoln Road, with its 80-foot screen and quad projectors, also a novelty. We parked by Old City Hall and toured the building, checking out the elevator, 8th floor staircases, and the new Miami Beach Cinematheque. C'est fantastique! Walked over to the Wolfsonian and saw Regina Bailey! Toured the museum and the gift shop and walked over to Uncle Sam's for some musical enlightenment--- discovered a Phantom Planet used CD for $5! I can't believe I haven't put Phantom Planet on The Sound before... I guess I'm growing up. Dropped the lady off and headed back to the g-pa's' house, where I killed some pizza and stole some Crystal Light, which tasted like diet tea (maybe because it is diet tea). Convinced Itito to watch Inside Job and came home a passenger soon after. Hanging out with Dad on the way home I was tricked into a strange subject that should have died with doctor-patent confidentiality-- one that I was waiting to come bite me soon enough.. And, also, the word spread awkwardly. Put on The West Wing at home, and paused to have a chat with Ma about psychology and heaven. President Bartlet has MS! :O CJ finally hit that. After the show ended, everyone declared their bed plans in unison, and I retired to my humble abode, le blog.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR

SONG OF THE DAY #324
Thursday, April 7th, 2011
Kickin' With You
by Jason Mraz

Woke up at 12:20. Was in class by 12:40. Reacting's last session. Weitz's office/Film library until 3:15, Mileini out of baby lab 3:20, got seats in DM 100, then stepped out to grab some food. Back for genealogy colloquium at 3:30. 4:45 colloquium lets out, walk Mileini to Blue and then bike to the car on the rocks, going out of my way to see the nature preserve. Bike through some of it, but walk through most, and come out the other end to see the swing and Lexa. "What are you doing here?!" moment, and then I got a free Earth Week t-shirt and a frisbee and biked back to the car. Went home listening to Mraz with hipster do: earth week t-shirt, pants rolled up and barefoot. Went to gas up Archie and came home. Ellen was recorded, and so was American Idol, and then I changed my shirt, put on some boat shoes after washing where they go, and headed to Best Buy to pay my bill. Came out with a speaker, a cable, and a Tron t-shirt. Paid off $50 and charged 90. De madre. Came home, talked to my grandparents and my mom for a while, about change and responsible driving, and when they left watched American Idol: the elimination. I cannot tell you how frustrated I was. Mileini can. Not since Lakisha, and that was back in '07, has this happened. But this one was worse: she was the most talented singer, she could've actually won the whole thing, and.. You know what? I'm getting angry again. Whatever.

SPECIAL BONUS TRACK:
I'll Stand By You
by The Pretenders

Installed my new speaker while talking to the leins and then reorganized all my bookcases, until 1 AM. I have nothing to say, except something's wrong with me. There's a problem somewhere deep within my psyche that thirsts for order. And re-order. And Perfect order. Usually I'm just happy with my work; this time, I was completely outside myself throughout the entire process lol. I know this is crazy, but I can't stop. I just can't stop doing this. I'm going to feel like a freak when it's perfect, but it WILL be perfect. Tidied up and then retired to the family room to watch the West Wing with a grumble. PB & Lord John Marbury, and at 1:48 I changed into sleep and wrote. 2:19. Goodnight, moon.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE

SONG OF THE DAY #323
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Rocketeer (feat. Ryan Tedder)
by Far East Movement

Missed class for the first presentations in Ecology;
Doctor's Appt w/ Peter from 2 to 5, basically
Talked to Mileini, and while she was writing some spanish and being sick I decided whether or not to go to the Up-Roar concert at FIU. I decided to go, since Kharla had the camera and I needed it back, and since I was bored at home and wanted to know who Far East Movement was.
Pulled a hang-out with Isy, Sam and Oscar, who were unbelievably sardonic, as usual, and then rode off to the concert on the other side of campus. Parked outside the soccer field and got in to meet Kharla in the front, by the barricades. Saw Far East Movement, thought they were the Asian equivalent of LMFAO, and liked it, surprisingly. Honestly, who doesn't love a bunch of American Asians jumping around and rappin' and shiz? No one. Met up with Jaif and her gang of misfits after they performed, and watched one FloRida and headed home. He was boring.
Get today's Jam here, and look them up! It's actually decent party music. I'm surprised that after Biggie they still made this genre.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO

SONG OF THE DAY #322
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Neighborhood #2 (Laika)
by Arcade Fire

Today I woke up at 8 ready to go to class at 9:30, but decided to stay in bed until 10:30, effectively missing yet another Myth, Ritual class. ¡Ayayay! Got ready and went to class at 12:30. Evaluations, then Assembly. Made the Announcement from Les Justes about the boycott, and then was removed from the Presidency by popular vote and replaced with Georges Danton. Joined the regions at the front and booed at everything inside. Nominated Gabriel for President. Kirk got about 8 things passed today. Woohoo! The Professors didn't let us secede because there would've been no time for crowd reaction, and so I decided to go take a walk and visit Davies after class. First, though, took Mileini to the clinic and made an appt. for myself. In Davies' office, we talked about the plan and about letter-writing and other such entanglements, and shared our disappointments with the crowd and the Faillants. I told him of my plan to murder the Abbe, and he seemed fine with it. Came home, ate a sandwich, took a nap, and woke up to a Madrina visit! It was the greatest ever!! They left at around 10:30, and for 2 hours after that I did nothing but justify these past few days online and avoid reading for Ecology... I'm testing myself and I'm going to fail.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE

SONG OF THE DAY #321
Monday, April 4th, 2011
Graduation (Friends Forever)
by Vitamin C

I missed the Urban Ecology review class. Got up, got some breakfast Ma had bought me from McD's, and watched the last episode of the West Wing before taking a shower and starting to work on my Myth, Ritual paper. Took forever, missed the comedy show, and finished at around 7. At 8, I went to school to meet with Mileini and Isy, to talk about the secession plan and to draft some kind of Constitution. I came back home, aimlessly meandered online, and talked to Yoan about films for like 2 hours. Then, I finally started editing my Secession points and forged it into a workable Constitution. Went to bed at around 4 AM. Don't ask me why, but while writing my Myth paper this is the song that popped into my head (I haven't even heard it since '09). So, naturally, I got ahold of it and played it until it left my head, which was sometime around when the paper was finished: 7:00.

THREE HUNDRED TWENTY

SONG OF THE DAY #320
Sunday April 3, 2011
Can't Touch This
by MC Hammer

Got up in the AM to everyone getting ready to leave for the "surprise" 90th B-Day party for Tia Celina. So, naturally, I got up and got in the shower. Got ready, got criticized, then got dressed again and headed out as some people were taking a second look at the house. Itito stayed and we took my car. Abuela Marta y nosotros 4 con Papi manejando. Got there and not only was it in no way a surprise party, but also a 20th Wedding Anniversary for people that got married in July of 1991. It's April. The 90th birthday was a few months ago. [Brain Explodes]
It was pretty fun, though the DJ had about 7 songs in his repertoire, and he repeated most of them several times. Really, "Elegant Banquet Hall" in Hialeah? Really? I guess so. Discovered that Cousin Ricky is a beast dancing straight-up FUNK, and that my sister responds to those who ignore and insult her (i.e. me). I fear for that girl's unfortunate future. Came home and put the video on my computer (Papi ofreció regalarles el video, y con mi cámara y unos sueños se convirtió en un videógrafo de mucho merito, actualmente sirviendo a el sur de la Florida), and installed Diego's iLife '11. Woohoo! Now I have iDVD and just about everything else (even though, for a fact, I know I'll never use more than that and Garage Band, which looks crazy). Ate Ac/H.F. with some fricasée de pollo, and watched Manhattan Murder Mystery with mah Moms while helping my dad upload pics to fb. Finally at night, as everyone else went to bed, I stayed up fixing The Sound's last couple of days, incessantly trying to make available the two songs from the other day available to my reader(s). It's very important that you hear the right version. Don't ask me why. Going to get some water and maybe a pickle, and going to bed. It was eventful.

THREE HUNDRED NINETEEN

SONG OF THE DAY #319
Saturday April 2, 2011
Don't You Remember
by Adele

Got up early and got to work on time, before 9:30! Didn't have breakfast though, so until 4 P.M. me alimenté sólo con un paquete de Corn Nuts: sabor Nacho, y una botella de Vitamin Water. Came home to watch an episode of The West Wing, falling asleep. Ate some fricasée de pollo, y me quedé dormido en el sofa mientras mi familia se iba de compras. Woke up at like 7:30, changed clothes and drove to Aventura to watch Hop at 8:30. Of course I was late, and we ended up going to an old theater - "The Intracoastal." Potiche was showing, surprisingly! Had fun during the movie-- not just because of Carlos the tyrant chick and his coup d'etat, but with Lani wincing at every tasteless (literal) gag. Took the 112 home by accident, which took me to the airport. After navigating my way out and home, I made a couple sandwiches, watched a few League episodes, and knocked out. Tomorrow I'm writing my Anthropology paper. Wish me luck.

Lani played this song on the way back to the apartment. She's a fan of Adele... Could I ask for anything more? Enjoy this. I haven't finished listening to her sophomore effort yet, due to the fact that I don't want a gratuitously broken heart, but I've been a fan of Adele since '07, back when Hometown Glory was gaining a following back in the UK. This girl surprises me constantly, and I have no doubt that she'll surpass my impossible expectations with the rest of this album-- whenever I do decide to pour myself a glass of solemnity.

THREE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN

SONG OF THE DAY #218
Friday, April 1, 2011
Gravity
by John Mayer

Today I woke up late after going to sleep at 5:30, working on my wrap report for the festival. Slept through class (in the comfort of my home), woke up at 10:30 and headed out to MIFF, getting there at 11:30. I printed everything out, put my binder together, and had my exit interview. Forget bittersweet; it was just bitter. Leaving that office makes me want to listen to Bright Eyes and sulk. Life's going to be crazy different after this. I can feel myself wanting more already.
Coming home and watched the Census episode of the West Wing while falling asleep, held out until the end, and knocked out for a few hours afterwards. Woke up to an empty house and decided to high road it- I made clean and got dressed, and picked up the disparate articles of clothing that were disturbing the shui.
Watched an episode of The League and waited for Lani to get here before heading over to Jackie's party. Convinced Jorge to meet us there, and had a fun night of catching up, talking crap, dancing, and making fun of other people. Coming home this song came on the shuffle. It was at least the third time today. She came in for a drink, and then I walked her to her car. When I got back inside the house, I shut the door, I turned around, and this song exploded around me. I took a look in the mirror, like I do whenever I need to figure myself out, and thought about my life. Oh, God. It's going to be interesting.