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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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