"I'll forgive you for what you've done... if you say that I'm the one." -- Gavin DeGraw
My musical tastes usually fall pretty far from mainstream, but Gavin DeGraw owns my heart and my iPod right now. I don't often hear songs with lyrics that feel ripped from my soul, but Chariot, Gavin's superb debut album, features no fewer than nine. The first incarnation of this blog featured a lengthy article discussing the ability of song lyrics to speak one's heart in terms far more poetic than spoken words ever could, and those sentiments haven't changed in the slightest. Maybe I'll rework it and republish it one of these days.
"So before this goes too far, let me tell you what you are: you're amazing, I'm attracted, but I'm totally distracted." -- Gavin DeGraw
I consider myself a decent writer, but I've never even pretended to be a good public speaker or conversationalist. I also consider myself a pretty witty individual, but owing to my aforementioned speaking ineptitude, I always tend to spit out the perfect comeback ten minutes too late. I can be effortlessly funny only when I'm writing or typing; in-person quickness doesn't happen too often. However, I once met a person whose sense of humor was so similar to mine that every word out of his mouth felt like a great set-up, memorable conversations happened organically and entirely too often, I never had to explain myself to him, and he would understand even my most obscure references. For close to a decade, he was in a class of his own. Last week, someone teased me, I snapped back far more quickly than usual, and now there are two.
I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately! -- Gavin DeGraw
Out of anger over still being forced to inhabit it at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I cleaned my bedroom today. Every personal object more than four years old that wasn't a book or an autographed baseball got thrown away. It was definitely cathartic and definitely gave me a few more surfaces for book storage, but it didn't solve my desperate need for closet space. My house was built in the '20s -- back when people didn't have more than a few outfits apiece -- and the closets are designed accordingly. I think I might get rid of my desk, get a smaller one, and put a freestanding closet in there, so if anyone sees anything good, let me know.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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I too suffer from "jerk-store syndrome."
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