tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80089499294159982442024-03-13T07:46:15.396-04:00QualmQualm was my radio show on WECW 107.7 FM. My time as a DJ has come to an end and this blog has now become my radio show. With links to playlists I would have played on the radio along with my thoughts and feelings I wished I could share. Feel free to share back if you feel the urge.Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-90557941341035816712011-11-15T11:46:00.001-05:002011-11-15T11:46:00.464-05:00Thought Question Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSYQd_0-4upj04N4ww5q5pC7ZKP-6fsd4bu91vmwQVX8Nf5wrJGUgLN1eR0u7_4wJ9rOfqjK353csQD-4Cf3mb58argreUVdwTa0ngOuKKl80LXJWkX5L51AqEHWQe7yC9kn09uo7QCrt/s1600/409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSYQd_0-4upj04N4ww5q5pC7ZKP-6fsd4bu91vmwQVX8Nf5wrJGUgLN1eR0u7_4wJ9rOfqjK353csQD-4Cf3mb58argreUVdwTa0ngOuKKl80LXJWkX5L51AqEHWQe7yC9kn09uo7QCrt/s400/409.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"><b>Play with fire, wet the bed.</b></span></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-69746572644870878402011-11-14T10:00:00.000-05:002011-11-14T10:00:08.973-05:00Pygmy GoatsToday is the first of a new feature, Cute Animal Monday. Today features the always adorable pygmy goat...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today I have learned...I need to get a pygmy goat</div><div><br />
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<div>Since the Tumblr has only been alive for a few days, there isn't much to pick from, but there are still some awesome things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYFkpgxp3ZqHTy-6elQtFkTE6SbNVMqsAbdhk-I-aG-hLPa61ujT9FR41-1eKjZjwne1Db9hBSQSARWzDhlPfZRROdWTcFCf5y_dF2BrmvAxcalYZq-X8ReE-2jfPtvHJBbYRFGZeC_uZ/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.12.47+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYFkpgxp3ZqHTy-6elQtFkTE6SbNVMqsAbdhk-I-aG-hLPa61ujT9FR41-1eKjZjwne1Db9hBSQSARWzDhlPfZRROdWTcFCf5y_dF2BrmvAxcalYZq-X8ReE-2jfPtvHJBbYRFGZeC_uZ/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.12.47+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><a name='more'></a></div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://drinkify.org/">Drinkify</a> </b>is this really awesome website. What you do is type in a band and the website tells you what you should drink while listening to said band and then plays them in the background. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFT9fKcn3lEm9vbARZupHdBm-LuS3ViiU2vnywESugY-1Hkfs-HoED6jim9FGbS3TzhoIrsOAjzIdk4unWctdohpLGfsur77esCDFGTaV8-39i8OwsJurL_82sTA1iu_faIii9FeXuU54X/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.10.36+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFT9fKcn3lEm9vbARZupHdBm-LuS3ViiU2vnywESugY-1Hkfs-HoED6jim9FGbS3TzhoIrsOAjzIdk4unWctdohpLGfsur77esCDFGTaV8-39i8OwsJurL_82sTA1iu_faIii9FeXuU54X/s400/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.10.36+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://Virginitymovie.com/">Virginitymovie.com</a> has an awesome post about the Seven things Glee gets wrong about The First Time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7dune97tQZktOTT4plORElIJI4EWoqj-mbgruXrfk5Eo3YYWefjD9eQQB137yBn0MYoAZ3K5jOuL7fDGR0pAprtXq73LuzesAytctXZVbOgmrQZmULn8V3oo4-mKxGWqN7ElxBE9gfzbw/s400/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.13.49+PM.png" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div><a href="http://buyolympia.com/">Buyolympia</a> has an ADORABLE fox scarf</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFDWc8OHM1v7F7aweCyyqtyOx7o-Y75t2yWLZb2aIp9bK3a8rbw1vzmjJOyjA28P_uR02S00vaNGUwO-m30fTmNZFaU7VcirEe3NFL_Vw5Y9NLdcE-86U57MSfZhBLamuototwrQz4qEd/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.16.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBFDWc8OHM1v7F7aweCyyqtyOx7o-Y75t2yWLZb2aIp9bK3a8rbw1vzmjJOyjA28P_uR02S00vaNGUwO-m30fTmNZFaU7VcirEe3NFL_Vw5Y9NLdcE-86U57MSfZhBLamuototwrQz4qEd/s400/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+8.16.08+PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is just a sample of what random thoughts, pictures, quotes and songs can be found... <a href="http://qualmish.tumblr.com/">http://qualmish.tumblr.com/</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div>Oh yeah and this amazing video...</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IHiEvVK5D-0?rel=0" width="640"></iframe></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-20422114881081792942011-11-12T16:42:00.001-05:002011-11-12T16:42:50.186-05:00Matt BorsMatt Bors is my favorite at making awesome webcomics. I've been actually paying some attention to the media lately so his latest comic I find really awesome...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihB_dYu-Uq0Qj9BzbdVHkc9cZ34o6trPdDMrgwSOWIWex-urH8QkRxQWhJBaeIq6qO2ILt_rR0EyhKlUl57GtxvtweHcz7ZlAEAp2GCmIqMEnET2YFzJUqSFcRsPSRE7iK68q5YwrObr5S/s1600/817.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihB_dYu-Uq0Qj9BzbdVHkc9cZ34o6trPdDMrgwSOWIWex-urH8QkRxQWhJBaeIq6qO2ILt_rR0EyhKlUl57GtxvtweHcz7ZlAEAp2GCmIqMEnET2YFzJUqSFcRsPSRE7iK68q5YwrObr5S/s1600/817.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check him out, he is always awesome</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mattbors.com/">http://mattbors.com/</a></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-69156056940395003192011-11-12T16:05:00.000-05:002011-11-12T16:05:35.741-05:00Qualms Update ScheduleThis is my update schedule that I am going to try super hard to keep up with...<br />
<iframe frameborder="0" height="400" scrolling="no" src="https://www.google.com/calendar/b/0/embed?title=Qualm%20Updates&showPrint=0&showTabs=0&showCalendars=0&showTz=0&height=400&wkst=1&bgcolor=%23FFFFFF&src=dkqsomk2tld3dds76jn7fgingg%40group.calendar.google.com&color=%23BE6D00&src=%23contacts%40group.v.calendar.google.com&color=%23182C57&src=en.usa%23holiday%40group.v.calendar.google.com&color=%23691426&ctz=America%2FNew_York" style="border-width: 0;" width="600"></iframe>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-61588853765726048852011-11-11T20:42:00.000-05:002011-11-11T20:42:05.203-05:00The New Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I am not a big TV watcher, the fact that I don't have cable proves this point, but I have found a love for Hulu in the past few weeks and a love for a television show....The New Girl. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibh-JTodnGWzJ5L4W_S214WwQhyB6zO183oODq2q07OhWKF3AqAYYSJXAWoLzxq097ZDc3BNtLfuO6lztF6x1kzJnzJw4VKn5askvkw2B1VUfglG8WtqjgFrMRl_pe7ervWCBqPF9buULi/s1600/NEwGirl_feature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibh-JTodnGWzJ5L4W_S214WwQhyB6zO183oODq2q07OhWKF3AqAYYSJXAWoLzxq097ZDc3BNtLfuO6lztF6x1kzJnzJw4VKn5askvkw2B1VUfglG8WtqjgFrMRl_pe7ervWCBqPF9buULi/s400/NEwGirl_feature.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I was already a fan of Zooey Deschanel's music, her voice is AMAZING and her songs are adorable, so enjoying her television show is no surprise. The character Jess reminds me of myself, we are both odd and quirky girls. People love shows they can relate to, so it makes total sense that I would enjoy the show. One of the main draws to the show is the character Nick.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lsGbsSSL-wKLq3X8Jl7Dw5wh6yAvCrzv7qFjckBamUVlfBlLQ1RcxmCXVxc7U7bJQSy3mWU9pvJVKutoPGPSi3_T1PhNtCsui1zJDcFRyOm5_P3JzEtHg58ObBTRkJkSFrW6w6xNyKUy/s1600/new-girl-jake-johnson-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lsGbsSSL-wKLq3X8Jl7Dw5wh6yAvCrzv7qFjckBamUVlfBlLQ1RcxmCXVxc7U7bJQSy3mWU9pvJVKutoPGPSi3_T1PhNtCsui1zJDcFRyOm5_P3JzEtHg58ObBTRkJkSFrW6w6xNyKUy/s320/new-girl-jake-johnson-8.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I find his character to be so dreamy. He is cute and just has this undeniable "wanna curl up and cuddly with him"ness. Plan on seeing more of him in the future. *swoon*</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-39992415855056908112011-11-10T23:56:00.000-05:002011-11-10T23:56:13.928-05:00Some NewSo I went to an amazing talk tonight, which I plan on devoting a whole post to, but it inspired me to think more about social media. I've also been thinking about moving to Tumblr. So I created a Tumblr, <a href="http://qualmish.tumblr.com/">http://qualmish.tumblr.com/</a> and also a Twitter. Depending on how it goes this blog might move to Tumblr or the Tumblr might just be my link and picture dump. If that is the case I plan on having a best of post once a week on to here. We will see what happens, but it should be awesome.Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-58586241229507951692011-11-10T14:55:00.001-05:002011-11-10T14:56:03.687-05:00Thought Question Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlaJitBYqSbJe7yL1sulHtNFYfj_KtCpGMU_3i6MI5tqlOAtiS80dGgKN8uOfOMnaTN87y8O1oyDghD6RKoDKrMWh82QlqeihbcZgMB6JXlihJX6orH8F4e5RzFpoJaxngEIulloWEsPK/s1600/617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlaJitBYqSbJe7yL1sulHtNFYfj_KtCpGMU_3i6MI5tqlOAtiS80dGgKN8uOfOMnaTN87y8O1oyDghD6RKoDKrMWh82QlqeihbcZgMB6JXlihJX6orH8F4e5RzFpoJaxngEIulloWEsPK/s400/617.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I kind of feel like I am cheating picking this question because honestly, I do not feel like an adult. I should feel like one by now. I live alone, pay all my own bills, drink adult beverages. I think part of it is because I am still in school, and I honestly don't do a lot of work for my stipend, and the work I do doesn't feel like adult work. I don't feel like I have a real job. I don't feel like an adult</div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">When You Grow Up-Priscilla Ahn</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqMYNpkaWQoxRSq4NAKqtSZvJmFpkCZeIZF_aQ2A0rivdYZX0f8wIuxeEvjyGzU7N9tKt1AyPFFie3aQ5ESj2jOK6iIlHozEo6sjnf9VwQyhdTT1Rlx-zI6JXEZFv2-Q6rUQSWx0dq69u/s1600/Tangle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqMYNpkaWQoxRSq4NAKqtSZvJmFpkCZeIZF_aQ2A0rivdYZX0f8wIuxeEvjyGzU7N9tKt1AyPFFie3aQ5ESj2jOK6iIlHozEo6sjnf9VwQyhdTT1Rlx-zI6JXEZFv2-Q6rUQSWx0dq69u/s640/Tangle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-59260982926139438842011-11-01T10:05:00.001-04:002011-11-01T10:05:00.726-04:00Thought Question Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lwAKV35kFHX9ezk3TRnHSfUTkn8C2Tii4EN8gZ0pFf2ZGFYuja8rSYiIVq28MoSXXJsQb8rPfGr7SIwZL8Q7Zmn1zBM9-nXtRKGS6ipqyHi_4W-SxzJONIMBCjtyK9SuYw0WIK2ZTqpw/s1600/602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lwAKV35kFHX9ezk3TRnHSfUTkn8C2Tii4EN8gZ0pFf2ZGFYuja8rSYiIVq28MoSXXJsQb8rPfGr7SIwZL8Q7Zmn1zBM9-nXtRKGS6ipqyHi_4W-SxzJONIMBCjtyK9SuYw0WIK2ZTqpw/s400/602.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">People really fascinate me, which is why I study sociology. I think it is so interesting how much culture shapes people and how people become manipulated to the point that they act in ways that harm their own interests. The things that people believe. It is amazing. </span></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-7761785691673283752011-11-01T02:50:00.001-04:002011-11-01T02:50:30.670-04:00My OctoberSo as I was working on my New Boyfriend playlist, I really wanted to make a playlist about how I was feeling and the songs that have been stuck in my head during October, so I did that. I started it before I finished the last playlist, which is why it is done so quickly. There are quite a few depressing songs in the playlist, even though I am not depressed. They just felt right. I am still going through a figuring out who I am process. The transition from being a college student living in the dorms to a graduate student living on my own has been interesting. These songs might seem like a hodgepodge, but I think that is because that is what I am right now.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">I've had this song all stuck in my head. I don't think it fits my life in particular at this moment, but I really like listening to it at this moment :p</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Money can't buy you back the love that you had then</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Well-Eef Barzelay</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I love the awkward vocals of this song. I love the imagery. Like the previous song, and like most songs on this playlist, it does not really apply to my life right now. Maybe that is why I enjoy it so much right now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Was it written in the stars</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">or in your mothers gut.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Will you be as pure as snow</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">or just some angry mutt?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">The price of it has just gone down</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">and you did not think to sell</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">But in doing all these hateful things</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">you are unparalleled</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">At doing all these hurtful things</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">you really do excel.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">Brothers on a Hotel Bed-Death Cab for Cutie</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">This is another song with really powerful imagery for me. The idea of a bed being a place for lovers, but going from that to brothers. Back to back. Maybe I have been listening to end of relationship songs, because I am in one that is just beginning. This song, though sad, is so beautiful...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">And I have learned</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">that even landlocked lubbers yearn</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">for the sea like navy men</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">Cause now we say goodnight</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">from our own separate sides</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">like brothers on a hotel bed</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">I Don't Want to Wait-Rosi Golan</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">This song is so upbeat and the kind of song I want to make into a life motto. It is easy to just let life pass you by and not take advantage of what you have, but I am trying harder to not wait. I have to take what I have now and make it into something.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Moment that I wait, or I hesitates a moment that I waste</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">and I can see it all passing me by, I can see it all passing me by</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">They say, good things come. It's worth it...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">but I feel just like a child, I feel just like a child</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Make Good Choices-The Instruments Band</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">This song might be cheating, because I always have this song stuck in my head. I think it compliments the previous song really well. Life is for living, but you should live it well. Make good choices.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Be sure to thank her when she's done</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Be sure and make good choices</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">make good choices</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Paper Thin Walls-Modest Mouse</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I went on a Modest Mouse binge for a couple days. I think this song is really relevant to the world right now, and the annoyance I feel with hearing my neighbor on the phone for long periods of time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Everyone's a voyeurist</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">they're watching me watch them watch me right</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">They're shaking hands</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">they're shaking in their shoes</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">oh Lord don't shake me down</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Pot Kettle Black-Tilly and the Wall</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">So I would start singing the chorus of this song randomly and it was annoying my boyfriend. He had no idea that it came from a real song, and didn't believe me after I told him. It took me playing the song for him to accept that I wasn't just singing random words from nowhere.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Pot kettle, pot kettle black</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Talk that, talk that smack</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Pot kettle, pot kettle black</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">watch your, watch your back</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Bumble Bee-Adam and the Amethysts</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">I love the chorus of this song, I find myself humming and singing it randomly. Even though it is pretty depressing...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Bumbling bee, on bended knee, hooked up to machines</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Boy that was me, that was me, that was me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Down on one knee, hooking up to machines</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Bumbling, bumbling, bumbling bee</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">Undone (The Sweater Song)-Weezer</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">I had a Weezer day with my boyfriend when I learned how he was unable to recognize even the most common Weezer songs, I was very disappointed in him. This is one of my favorite Weezer songs, it is one of those songs I just want to belt out...even if it isn't playing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">If you want to destroy my sweater</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">Hold this thread as I walk away</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">Lying on the floor, lying on the floor</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">I've come undone</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Crooked Teeth-Death Cab for Cutie</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Another break up song...I talked to my ex recently. For some reason it made me really miss him. It made me want to change my current boyfriend, which makes no sense. My boyfriend is so sweet to me and his only flaw is his work shift. It is weird, I miss something old, even though the present is a happier place...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Cause I built you a home in my heart,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">with rotten wood, and it decayed from the start.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Cause you can't find nothing at all, </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">if there was nothing there all along.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">First Day of My Life-Bright Eyes</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">If a relationship doesn't feel like this when it is starting, then you are doing it wrong. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">So if you want to be with me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">with these things there's no telling</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">we just have to wait and see</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">but I'd rather be working for a paycheck</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">than waiting to win the lottery</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">besides maybe this time is different</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">I mean I really think you like me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">Cortelyou-Will Stratton</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">I love listening to this song, plus it mentions trains. Since I started dating my boyfriend, who drives trains, I notice them a lot more. When I am alone at night, cause he is at work, and I hear a train I pretend it is him and the whistle is for me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">Someday</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"> I'll dream it for the last time</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Somedays-Regina Spektor</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">This song is super depressing, but super pretty. It isn't always easy to live life to the fullest. Somedays really bring you down.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Somedays aren't yours at all</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">they come and go</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">as if they're someone else's days</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">They come and leave you behind someone else's face</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">and it's harsher than yours</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">and it's colder than yours</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Lost-Priscilla Ahn</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">This is the song that started the playlist. I was washing dishes and humming this song. I wanted to do a playlist around it. For the most part I've been really happy with my life recently, but there have been times when I really wanted to go back to the past. I don't know where I would go, but I did not want to be here...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Carry me, across the sea.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">To a place I've known.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">And I don't like it here anymore.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">No, I don't like it here anymore.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">The Good Life-Weezer</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">Once again from the Weezer binge. I wanted to end with something upbeat and a kind of reaction to many of the other songs on the playlist. This is the kind of song I need to remember when I am wanting to go back to some sort of past.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">It's time I got back to the good life</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">It's time I got back, it's time I got back</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">I don't even know how I got off the track</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">I wanna go back, yeah!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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Anyway, I already posted a picture of Steve on my blog so I can skip that, and we don't have any cute couple pictures so I will be skipping that as well. So I guess I will go right to the playlist<br />
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<a name='more'></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">Keep Yourself Warm-Frightened Rabbit</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">So I have been avoiding the whole boyfriend thing, I have been in favor of the causal relationship. I really think this song represents what I was doing. I slept around a lot, but even the semi-serious relationships I got into did not give me the emotional support and love I was looking for.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">You won't find love in a, won't find love in a hold.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself warm.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Spanish For Monsters-Andrew Bird</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">This is still part of the pre-Steve section of the playlist and I picked this song for two reasons. For one I really like the feeling of the song and the lyrics. Also, Steve had an Etch-a-Sketch taken away from him as a child.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">All alone now, guess I'm satisfied</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">The Tension and the Terror-Straylight Run</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I really like the sexual tension in this song, I can literally feel it. This is the section of the playlist that moves into meeting Steve so this is the kind of first few dates kind of song, wanting to jump him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Words just aren't right</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">sometimes I just can't explain</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">all the ways you devastate me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">always on my mind</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">I Don't Have Time to Be in Love-Priscilla Ahn</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">I did not want a boyfriend, in fact, I still kind of don't want one. I went through a whole mental conflict over what I wanted with Steve. I wanted it all. The freedom of being single with the support of a boyfriend. As much as I tried to resist it, I really couldn't. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">I don't have time to be in love</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">laughing so hard we cry, sometimes I don't know why.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">I don't have time to be in love</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">maybe this revelry just wasn't meant for me.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">But that's not true, when I'm with you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">Reasons to Love You-Meiko</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">This song is a kind of continuation of above. I already knew I wanted to be with Steve, but I needed convincing. My heart was all yes, but my head was kind of scared. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">I wanna fall asleep with you tonight</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">I wanna know that I am safe when you hold me tight</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">I wanna feel like I wanna feel forever</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">What I Wouldn't Do-A Fine Frenzy</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">This is one of my favorite songs, so I HAD to include it on a playlist of this type. I feel like this songs childlike fairytale feeling reminds me of myself. Lucky for me the whole song doesn't apply to me. I did not leave yet, and I don't plan on it any time soon.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">If I were old, my dearest, you would be older</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">but I would crawl upon your lap</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">wrap a blanket 'round our frail little shoulders</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">and I'd die happily like that</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">We're Just Like String-Benjamin Jameson Morey</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Mr. Morey is a magnificent musician. I had to include him in this playlist. Especially since it fit in with all the other adorable songs. Like many songs for me, I had trouble picking just one section of the lyrics and not posting them all, mostly because I really love the tree at the end.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">When I sing sadly </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">I want so badly </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">for you to come</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Damnit Janet-The Rocky Horror Picture Show</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">How could I not include the greatest love song ever sung. Steve does not love The Rocky Horror Picture Show as much as he should, but I will be changing that... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">There's three ways that love can grow</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">That's good, bad</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">or mediocre </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">The Ghost Inside Our House-Cloud Cult</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">I got Steve to fall in love with Cloud Cult. It was really hard to pick only one Cloud Cult song, but I think this song is perfect. For both the playlist and in general. This is one of those songs where I wanted to put thrall the lyrics up but cut back...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">I watched you sleep until 5 am</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">cause I want to be part of your dreaming.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">Oh Love, don't leave me by myself</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">or I'm bound to lose my meaning</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Everybody-Ingrid Michaelson</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">My last two songs are more about loving in general, not just a significant other, but sharing your love with the world.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Happy is the heart that still feels pain</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">darkness drains and light will come again</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">swing open your chest and let it in</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">just let the love, love, love begin</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Give a Little Love-Noah and the Whale</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I love Noah and the Whale and I think this song is really powerful and ties in well with <i>The Ghost Inside Our House </i>I had trouble deciding the order with this one and Everybody because of that, but I think this one is a good ending. Even if it is sad. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Well my heart is bigger than the earth</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">and though life is what gave it love first</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">life is not all that it's worth</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">'cause life is fleeting</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">and my love surrounds you like an ether</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">in everything that you do</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">but if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-24999912776897797442011-10-27T14:58:00.000-04:002011-10-31T03:05:03.920-04:00Thought Question Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyS97S4QQBpAm5oojp1dkRPQr4X1FGwtiADwz5FYb-lDO3gnPz5HvoMN3eT21dFvVvM879N2PxhD9pqR9a5IalRjQ4JqaW8u9Jx1bef-tm79wROhV3284MjKFLXdbH-_Fshacf0qVMymp/s1600/596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyS97S4QQBpAm5oojp1dkRPQr4X1FGwtiADwz5FYb-lDO3gnPz5HvoMN3eT21dFvVvM879N2PxhD9pqR9a5IalRjQ4JqaW8u9Jx1bef-tm79wROhV3284MjKFLXdbH-_Fshacf0qVMymp/s400/596.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">As a graduate student I am allowed to focus all my energy in academics. Even though I am going to school, it isn't the same as undergraduate. I am not going to school to get a job, even though I will come out as a professional in the end. The job I am preparing for is one where I will do research and teach, which is a continuation of what I am doing now. I think modern America cares so little for intelligence and learning for the sake of it. Being an intellectual, or a scholar means so little. The fact that I am getting to not only continue my education, but I am getting a stipend to live on is wonderful. Even though I am a slacker, I love what I study. I really appreciate that I get to do something I love.</span></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-57509241580227299812011-10-11T22:40:00.000-04:002011-10-11T22:40:23.394-04:00Qualm to Come<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I know I keep making post about stuff I am working on without any real substance, but I am a busy graduate student what can you expect...anyway I am working on a playlist about Steve and I wanna make sure it is wonderful before I publish it. Now I have to get back to grading HORRIBLE papers, but I will leave you with this....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggttiHBBCVwv50P-XbTTdlpZ9FrbkPncffPTVB9z3QnWnl3p7yNXJveJfeP1v9IIDcJrz-HXn7wMbPM1nLkk0A_D4fGrzJ7ew7BZkB8zh_YXiBc9ELzKFa-ZJTLsHvarQcPVTZfrbR0s_L/s1600/0922112235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggttiHBBCVwv50P-XbTTdlpZ9FrbkPncffPTVB9z3QnWnl3p7yNXJveJfeP1v9IIDcJrz-HXn7wMbPM1nLkk0A_D4fGrzJ7ew7BZkB8zh_YXiBc9ELzKFa-ZJTLsHvarQcPVTZfrbR0s_L/s400/0922112235.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Poker Face (Lady GaGa cover)-Ben's Brother</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed height="27" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://covermesongs.com/MP3s/083109SummerSongs/PokerFace.mp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" wmode="transparent"></embed></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-35027793523220172572011-10-11T22:19:00.000-04:002011-10-11T22:19:08.383-04:00Thought Question Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NTksg1H4UaNJRdpO0UQhZmRm6uNgAF3yLeOlFVt8y64n4V6hAkOBb44bOxWyaO7e2aWXhvIiQk-uY8F646tp7JoQinXmc2Z5fEc85Dlro2ldz2hpzRrlloVyoylFj3JxLlQbxAHhpUTL/s1600/585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NTksg1H4UaNJRdpO0UQhZmRm6uNgAF3yLeOlFVt8y64n4V6hAkOBb44bOxWyaO7e2aWXhvIiQk-uY8F646tp7JoQinXmc2Z5fEc85Dlro2ldz2hpzRrlloVyoylFj3JxLlQbxAHhpUTL/s400/585.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think the better question would be how are you the same. I see myself as a totally different person from when I was in high school, to be totally honest, I don't really remember what I was like in high school. So the answer, which yes I am taking the easy way out, is everything.</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-39170187692652755762011-10-06T16:44:00.002-04:002011-10-06T16:44:57.551-04:00Thought Question Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILfgc-lTqJnkdzTYSd-sGApEUCw0cZuERIizEnmUCjMg9vihGK5psjjR3hz2LIVP_jNRsH8cT21qlVx1hWMKp5ZL0VAhDAs9ory9vfyhgpsDw59PiuoLDVh-Qf2qUwAMyfpp6WKMIbjUu/s1600/584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILfgc-lTqJnkdzTYSd-sGApEUCw0cZuERIizEnmUCjMg9vihGK5psjjR3hz2LIVP_jNRsH8cT21qlVx1hWMKp5ZL0VAhDAs9ory9vfyhgpsDw59PiuoLDVh-Qf2qUwAMyfpp6WKMIbjUu/s400/584.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cuddles</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-5941618676393096032011-10-06T14:00:00.000-04:002011-10-06T16:47:26.105-04:00The Brave Little Toaster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFN9FnZrw3rWaRAba72VFAffsxRKfcGJdXw7ZpyQZwJ_UwdmMK6Uzn1ZzxijPm2FZeaQGHYu2hEl8XfNmiYhwkkeAB8hM-NDDktpuqYw3DZj3gV2x7QOxpUMGBGu0RGa8GNRf9_f-IjtGU/s1600/brave-little-toaster45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFN9FnZrw3rWaRAba72VFAffsxRKfcGJdXw7ZpyQZwJ_UwdmMK6Uzn1ZzxijPm2FZeaQGHYu2hEl8XfNmiYhwkkeAB8hM-NDDktpuqYw3DZj3gV2x7QOxpUMGBGu0RGa8GNRf9_f-IjtGU/s1600/brave-little-toaster45.jpg" /></a></div>I'm working on a post about The Brave Little Toaster, and how it is such an awesome movie and how people who haven't seen it are lame. If you have any ideas about what should be included, like fun facts, be sure to let me know.Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-67275167531118288092011-10-04T00:41:00.000-04:002011-10-04T00:41:04.679-04:00Thought Question Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfakAL_b2_q2rIhNdCvNCxFkYhdae1aHK1sL1vGCrJY3WfSCnooM8n3Z9R1sCneNkrFL6hyphenhyphenj_lHnT03pb9HETSH4kJoJ7-8gRuGM0eMxBO_9dDa4T2PKlcDs8Qyz19MWBZ-nhWskfIwhm/s1600/577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfakAL_b2_q2rIhNdCvNCxFkYhdae1aHK1sL1vGCrJY3WfSCnooM8n3Z9R1sCneNkrFL6hyphenhyphenj_lHnT03pb9HETSH4kJoJ7-8gRuGM0eMxBO_9dDa4T2PKlcDs8Qyz19MWBZ-nhWskfIwhm/s400/577.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grow</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-57630583899660711452011-10-03T00:36:00.005-04:002011-10-03T01:53:53.561-04:00Where I am Now<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/405178/player_v3"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/405178/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" ></embed></object><br />
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<a name='more'></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;">I Love the Unknown-Eef Barzelay</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;">I thought this song was an appropriate opening song, there have been so many changes in my life lately that everything is kind of unknown...and I love it.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;"><i>The doctor asked him what he was afraid of</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;"><i>just what was he running from?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;"><i>he said, "it's not a fear of success, nor of closeness</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;"><i>but of going through life feeling numb"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"><b>The Exploding People-Cloud Cult</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit;"><i>You never see the present cause you're always looking back.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Or counting down the seconds to a heart attack.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Bottle it up and the bottle goes crack.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Do what ya do cause you can't come back.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Red Cape-Priscilla Ahn</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">This song represents letting go of the past so that you can live in the future and ties in really well with the Cloud Cult track before. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><i>But I can't wear my cape</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><i>'Cause I would be repeating a mistake</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Jack Oak Tree-The Instruments Band</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">This is one of my favorite The Instruments Band songs and I found myself listening to it on repeat for a couple days, so I knew it belonged.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>Either I'm coming up</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>or you're coming down</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>Either I'm growing up</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>or you're growing down</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>Take your time</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><i>I don't mind</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b>Hallelujah the Hills-Hallelujah the Hills</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">I don't know what it is about this song, but for some reason I am really drawn to it...maybe because of how random the lyrics seem to be, I do love random.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"><i>Made inventions, broke conventions</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"><i>raised a glass to new pretensions </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"><i>meta-meta-meta-and the novel is dead</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><b>Sawdust Man-Ben Kweller</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">I think this song is amazing, and amazingly catchy. This block of songs represents a failed romance that started early in my Albany life...it was very sort lived.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>Pockets fat well my kitty cat</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>We're gonna have some fun</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>When I see the big high beams</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>Cross the country line I get butterflies</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">2 Atoms in a Molecule-Noah and the Whale</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Love, love, love this song. I think it represents love perfectly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">But now I look at love like being stabbed in the heart</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">You torture each other from day to day and then one day you part</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Most of the time it's misery but there's some joy at the start</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">And for that, I'd say it's worth it just use a blade that's short and sharp on me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Coquet Coquette-Of Montreal</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I remember the day I learned what a coquette was and all of the sudden this song made sense to me...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><i>My coquette, you are the death, you are the pinnacle</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>Right Through You-Alanis Morissette</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I want to note that this failed romance really wasn't a big deal, despite how many songs seem to fit that theme. It just happened that all these songs seemed to fit my current life mood and outlook. This one also ties into how many crappy dates I went on after I moved here...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><i>You pat me on the head</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><i>You took me out to wine dine 69 me</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><i>But didn't hear a damn word that I said</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b>Not a Pretty Girl-Ani DiFranco</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">This song really clicks with me, as a women's studies/feminist person, I think about the issues this song brings up all the time. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>I am not an angry girl</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>but it seems like I've got everyone fooled</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>every time I say something they find hard to hear</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>they chalk it up to my anger </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>and never to their own fear</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>and imagine you're a girl </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>just trying to come clean</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>knowing full well they'd prefer you </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>were </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>dirty and smiling</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Soldier-Ingrid Michaelson</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">So I met this cute boy...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><i>I sit in the back of a bus watching the world grow old</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><i>Watching the world go by all by myself</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><i>I took a faith full leap and packed up all my things and all my love</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><i>and gave it to somebody else</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Ottoman-Vampire Weekend</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><i>Today's for you</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><i>They laid it out for you</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><i>For you</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">Human(The Killers Cover)-Jonna Lee</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">I love this cover of this song. I feel bad, but this is one of those songs where it took a cover for me to really appreciate the lyrics.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"><i>And sometimes I get nervous</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"><i>When I see an open door</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"><i>Close your eyes, clear your heart</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"><i>Cut the cord</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Citizens of Tomorrow(Space Ballad Version)-Tokyo Police Club</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">I thought about cutting this song out, because it is so depressing. Yet, I am at a point where the future is on my mind and it fit with the flow so well. It also fits in with all the Marx I've been reading, robots=capitalists?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Our robot masters will know </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>How to clean this mess up</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>and build a better world</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>for man and machine alike</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>for the boys and girls </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>who are slaves building spaceships at night</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><b>There's So Much Energy In Us-Cloud Cult</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i>We feel our hearts break as the engines fade.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i>Still need to find it. Still need to find it.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i>So we took the written words of our philosophers, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i>and built a fire from it. Let's get those engines lit.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i>We took the church's veil and built a mighty sail, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i>to carry forth this ship. But we're still losing it.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><i><b>There's so much energy in us</b></i></span></div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8008949929415998244.post-2808655246581131132011-07-28T22:00:00.009-04:002011-07-29T10:36:56.377-04:00Thought Question Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://thoughtquestions.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://thoughtquestions.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/512.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Down in the Valley-The Head and the Heart</div>Maeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17281816416316582924noreply@blogger.com0