Erica gave me the Glee first season soundtrack for Christmas. And the movie My Sister’s Keeper, which she and Ashley both told me will make me cry and want to die. So, I’m pretty excited. Sincerely.
She was so excited to give it to me that she couldn’t wait for Christmas, or even right before we leave for break. That’s cute.
I know what I want to get her. And Adam. And even Sid. However, I don’t know when I’m going to have any time to go shopping. Hopefully soon. I have my first final tomorrow. I finished all my final papers. Then I have a take-home final on Wednesday, urban sociology on Tuesday and Japanese on Wednesday. End of semester. So close.
I plan on Christmas shopping sometime from Thursday on, because that’s stop day. The day classes stop. The best day of the semester.
On Stop Day last year, my roommates and I had a party that was awesome. And then broken up by the cops. It was an exciting night. Stop days probably just aren’t going to measure up after that. But, we can hope.
“If you ain’t no punk, holla ‘We want pre-nup!’” That’s advice for everyone…
Anyway, I like buying presents. Especially the perfect presents. The ones where you buy what they ask for, plus a little something extra that you thought of yourself because it’s just perfect and special. Or you made them something. It’s just nice. What is money for but to spend on those you love? Or the unfortunate.
My lungs burn. They are on fire in my chest. And my chest is being crushed in a vice. Surprisingly, my legs are fine. Under a winter hat, a Leatherby’s sweatshirt, I <3 Boobs t-shirt, sweatpants and 4-year-old running shoes, all this sweat won’t cool me down.
Walking into the house felt like walking into a blast furnace. I felt the heat going, despite turning up the heat 2 degrees earlier to 69 because we were cold in sweats. Now I’m sweating.
I gave in after adamantly refusing for 10 minutes of constant badgering. I put on my running clothes. We agreed to run only to the front office. We started and it was alright. Then, I suggested we run to the right and circle around to the front office and back down.
The right does not lead to the front office. It is just a circle.
We ran about a quarter of a mile. Our ragged breath, pumping arms, slow pace all signaled to every car driving home how infrequently we run. Who are all these people driving around at 9 p.m. on a Sunday?
I haven’t been to Tae Kwon Do in over a year.
My love handles are out of control.
In spite of an intense longing to die, that jerk roommate of mine made my day by forcing me to at least pretend like I exercised. As long as I’m happy with myself, who cares what I actually look like? Beside my doctor.
The Swell Season is Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, who starred in the wonderful movie Once. They play two people who meet and start playing music together. The soundtrack is amazing. The main song from it, Falling Slowly, won a Grammy. The two stars fell in real-life love.
And now they made the soundtrack to the movie of Molly’s Falling Asleep. I’ve been lying in bed, warm under the covers, staring into the dark listening to those songs in the way you feel your ears hearing. That CD is also the songs raindrops make as they hit your windowpane on a lazy Sunday. And the conversation you have with someone you really like.
I like it a little bit, I guess.
Also, on a sidenote, this week’s episode of Glee didn’t upset me at all. In the offended sense.
YESSS!!! RT @imoldcraig: Here we go again, black cat rockin’ on his bicycle, reach for the stars little indian boy with your tail in the sea
Because those are lyrics from a ridiculous song we made up with Jamie as the second incarnation of The Nothings From Nowhere. I really did love that song. We created that chorus Mad Libs style. And then picked a cliche and Jamie filled in the end, which, in hindsight is strangely racist. I’m not sure what it means, but it seems like it probably shouldn’t be said in polite company.
That was a really fun time in TnFn. I hope someone has those recordings still and sends them to me (ahem: molly.harbarger@gmail.com).
For this new month, I’m changing the titling system on Molly’s Mixtape. To me, the dating system just didn’t make sense anymore. And by dating system, I’m referring to putting the date at the top of these posts, not about my romantic adventures. However, a case could be made for that as well.
Anyway, the point is, I’m going to title it what made my day. Seems like I probably should have thought of that in the first place. Especially since I’ve known for a long time now that WordPress automatically time stamps my posts anyway. So, you all know I’m lying when I say I post by midnight, when really it’s 2 in the morning.
Live and learn. Or, belly up to the bar. Which is a new phrase I learned today and I will now use constantly and out of context.
The point is, as you can see from the title, I came home from watching the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show with some friends to find Erica folding clothes and listening to Mariah Carey’s Butterfly album. We discussed how that’s her best album by far and will brook no arguments otherwise. That led to listening to Brandy’s Never Say Never album with the all-time great song “Have You Ever” that gets me every time. Anyway, we ended up spending quite a bit of time thinking of the great songs of our lives and most came from this era of R&B. City High, Mya, Mary J. Blige, Ja Rule collaborations. Don’t hate on that last one, you know you liked “Rainy Days” too.
So, if you would like to reminisce as well, or somehow missed these songs, please jam along.
In case you and your friend want to learn the two parts and sing duets at karaoke. Or debate who you think won the fight: Brandy and Monica- The Boy Is Mine
Wyclef Jean f. Claudette Ortiz- Two Wrongs. Yes, that is the girl from City High.
So, of course, we have to include City High- What Would You Do? “Caramel” by them is also a great song and made me proud to be 5′5″.
Remember when these girls were famous for this? 3LW- No M0re (Baby Imma Do It Right).
For all you haters, Ja Rule f. Mary J. Blige- Rainy Dayz.
Tomorrow, my friends, is the first of December. And you know what that means. It means I have a lot of work to do so I can go to Ohio in three weeks.
Apart from that, I also sent in another internship application today. Which leads me to what makes my day. Being able to send in this article as a clip: Morimoto Kikuo.
I wrote it for the Kyoto Journal while in Japan and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. It would’ve been better if I could have spoken Japanese well enough to interview other people. But, all in all, I think it’s pretty solid. Also, the design they paired with it is nice.
msampson999 Says: and by home I mean to come and see me
msampson999 Says: which is your home because home is where the heart is and your heart belongs to me
msampson999 Says: that was very corny. I apologize.
I have the best friends in the world. Sorry for all you suckers because I took everyone good.
Also, I have to turn in more internship applications tomorrow and next day them to Detroit. That’s right. The city where the weak are killed and eaten. I’m going to have to start exercising again if I get that job.
I’m on my way home. I left Sacramento before 6 o’clock this morning and now I’m in Denver for a three hour layover. Sid and Adam will meet me at the airport in Kansas City and take me home. At 10 minutes till 9, that seems like a really long time away.
So, as I sit here waiting to hug Adam, start classes again and sleep for an extended period of time, I will take a minute to reflect on what made my day, even though it’s been very short.
This Thanksgiving gave me a lot to more to think about my family. I saw my extended family in California- uncles, cousins, aunts- six years ago. I think that might be a long time for family. Yet, I must confess that it’s never bothered me too much because my immediate family is pretty close.
However, this Thanksgiving I sat down with almost all the family I know. I hung out with my cousins. I talked with my uncles and aunts. It was nice. And weird. I’m not going to lie, I have never made too much effort to get to know my extended family. I loved them like you love the people you share blood with. Now I want to love them like family. The kind when you love them for the good and bad because that’s who they are.
Mostly, though, I started a new relationship with my brother and a friendship with my cousins.
Now I have a few more hours to sit and mull over the importance of family, creating family, support networks, unconditional love, all that. Day made. I’ll let you know how it goes.
