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 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.

TWO HUNDRED FORTY-SEVEN

SONG OF THE DAY #247
Thursday, January 19th, 2011
I Put a Spell on You
by Screamin' Jay Hawkins

Panther promotions meeting after Anaís came to my myth, ritual class in the 'am. Second assembly meeting after that, debut of the moment of silence in the beginning, and made the first arrest, of Justin. He was back talking and criticizing, and my guards silenced him for today. The assembly erupted in laughter and applause. It went well, I think. Samantha and Octavio gave a great speech, and so did Kirk and the King. After that I talked comics and Firefly with Mels until GC. Ran into Adrián, reunion time. Headed then to BK to meet Anaís for some chicken sandwiches. Talked assembly and movies with Kirk and Mels who joined us. Was congratulated on the assembly really often today.. It was weird, like there was a secret plot against me and everyone was being nice. They were serious; it ran pretty smoothly.
Supposed to work on bioze today but instead watched a short film collection and evaded any hw. Facebooked some, which was a throwback. I didn't really; I just talked to Mileini. Watched Am Idol with my rents and then read ma the assembly rules and tried to explain the game. It's 11. Good night.

ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN

SONG OF THE DAY #187
Sunday, November 21st, 2010
A Little Bit Independent
by Fats Waller

Worked on my project, went to work, came home at 11:30. Worked on my project some more, listening to Ethel Waters radio for like three hours. Last night was a little unexpected and kind of crazy. Hyperlink.