THREE HUNDRED SIX

SONG OF THE DAY #306
Sunday, March 20th, 2011
Mambo Parisienne
by Henry Mancini

Woke up very late. 2:30, around there. Supposed to go to Itita's for Lunch, but stayed home watching the last 2 episodes of Skins instead. In the interim, I seared myself while making a sandwich. Now, there's a phalange on my left hand pointer finger that will never be the same. Everyone got home at around 5:30, at which point I took it upon myself to get clean. En esto, me demoré. Al salir, Dad had on ENTN and then American Idol after that. Mom gets home from Target, I put on Charade, Dad falls asleep, Mom surprisingly doesn't, and it's as frickin' fantastic as I remember. After that, everyone decided to go to sleep, and I pour some more cereal and put on Scrubs. 2 episodes from Season 2 is enough, at which point I start ridiculously arranging my foavorite movies list, for the hundredth time. This time, though, I know how to use excel. Oooh.. saucy. Score some cool music from SXSW and go to sleep. It is 2 AM. Happy Monday.

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE

SONG OF THE DAY #259
Tuesday, February 1st, 2011
Sway
Rosemary Clooney & Pérez Prado

Hoy me la pasé escribiendo. Me levanté y escribí mi composición para Francia, después de haberme quedado despierto hasta las y tantas planificando los discursos para la misma. ¡Qué alarde, señores! El colmo fué llegar, y después de una asemblea media civilizada por primera vez, se destaca una chiquilla gritando, dejándome con sólo el remedio de arrestarla. Ahora, por ser buen presidente y seguir las reglas a cuales el pueblo mismo agradió al ganar la voz, hay rumores de asesinato. ¡¿Será que no se puede ganar con esta gente, o qué?!
Got some salad with Mileini, had a fun time talking about class and reading my very inventive paper. Salad! After that, we got in the death trap and she dropped me off at cycles. Rode to the car, one hand front brakes, one hand salad (a very dangerous combination). Went to get the tires checked and passed by Itito's. Chilled some, got schooled on not eating meat for lunch, and then came home to watch Charlie Wilson and transcribe poetry. Sleeping now, at 10. I will accept the following names: dweeb/scootch/lame-o. Good night, and good luck.