Ridiculum, Real Groceries Later, Strife?, Music Game

So I just re-woke up for the day for real at 6:42 in the p.m. Pretty sad, I know. I originally woke up at about 11:00 with a great plan for the day. I was gonna stay in all day and do all of my homework, and get to sleep early because I have to wake up early to get shots to get the hold taken off my record so I can register bright and early Friday morning. (I'm kind of a pro, I have a great system). But when I woke up I thought about how I can't stay in one place for a long time unless it's a bed so I decided to go to Union Square and return these jeans to American Eagle (I think the store knows that I've fallen out of their target demographic age, I sincerely feel like Bea Arthur when I go in there now.) So, I did that. Then I realized that Monday night is my usual grocery shopping night, but I won't be able to do anything tomorrow night because I haven't done my Color homework yet and it's really time consuming because I have to paint, blah blah blah. So I went to Whole Foods (Why do I feel like I'm being judged?) and ran amok in the fruit and vegetable aisles. I've been feeling pretty sluggish lately, it's time to become a real person and take care of myself in more aspects than taking a Scooby Doo vitamin every morning. Then I remembered "I swear I went shopping last night after we went to that bar?" Hmm...."Yes, but you came back with 2 bags of chips and a 40 oz. and watched Disney shows, vommed a little, fell asleep, woke up at 11:00 and came to Whole Foods." My life, right? Anyways, while en route back to my place, I came up with a new plan: Sleep til 4:00, wake up and do homework while watching Arrested Development. Let's just say that didn't work out so well, refer back to the first sentence. So now I should deft. be doing my homework. The problem is that I have been a procrastinator for so long that I know exactly how long it will take to complete a project or a combination of projects, and my body (being the efficient machine it is) will not allow me to start before the point where I will have to end up in strife to complete it. So, I'm still gonna watch AD, but I'm going to start drawing at around 9-ish. Speaking of strife, I know songwriters have the damnedest time trying to find words that rhyme with "life", but why oh why does strife come up so much? They use it in the wrong context even. From all the songs I've heard, I thought for sure the definition had something to do with a deep internal struggle involving complex emotions, and possibly getting beaten on the back with a large wooden pole every day of your life. But apparently it means "Bitter conflict". I guess it's the same thing.
Ok, I really should start homework now. But before I do, I'm going to play the music game (Remembrance Edition). Just playing the first 5 songs that come on in my i-Tunes and saying what they remind me of. Maybe I'll come back and zshare them later.

1. (You Can't Blame It On) Anybody-Phoenix
Banana Republic. Next. That was rude, I love this song. It's actually the reason behind my "french" tag on the last.fm (We're in talks again, coming back from a trial separation). I did some digging and downloaded Alphabetical, their CD. Unfort, the rest of the songs sound exactly like that one. Alas.

2. Fuck Me Pumps- Amy "Wine-ho" "Winehouse
Not tooting my own horn, but I loved Amy Jade before it was cool to love her music. Hell, before she was on crack even. Before the media made her lose a stone. Ok, done tooting. This song reminds me of a night of supreme shames during my last semester of undergrad, when I woke up in a dorm and had to get back to my apartment one Friday morning. During that particular walk of shame, (Which I retrospectively nicknamed my 'stride of pride') "Pumps" was the first thing that came on Cabrini. I will never forget it because the song epitomized my future prospects if I were ever to become a gold digger. Except I don't wear heels out because I've busted my shit while wearing trainers. Stone, trainers? I feel so British. Thank you, Harry Potter.

3. My Cherie Amour- Stevie Wonder
This man is legendary. That's why I wish I had a better story for this song. I'll elaborate about his musicianship later. So, the story: Back in my high school days, some time around a holiday season- my brother was home from college-the neighborhood scoundrels got together for the "Street Olympics" (unofficial title) Everyone's hopes rode on the athletic prowess of their older siblings. At that time my brother didn't look like the American Gladiator he resembles today. That was before he took up the weights... back in his heyday, he was a track star that won every event he competed in at state. Needless to say, he won everything that night also. It was almost embarrassing to watch the race....But there was this sibling duo named Ronnie and Donnie (it even sounds obnoxious) that came in a solid #2. And you know me, I was taunting. So during the football portion, Donnie scored on my brother. Once. And Ronnie out of nowhere just comes over to me and says "My Cherie Amour". See, I told you I wish I had a better story than that...

4. She Wants to Move (Remix)- N*E*R*D ft. Common, Mos Def, De La Soul, and Q-Tip
Is it insane that I have 2 very different stories for the original version and the remix? Or a great story for every N*E*R*D or Neptunes touched song? Fuck it, they're my favorite. This story starts in Mexico. From what I gathered during my travels there, Acapulco is at the bottom of a spiraled cliff with no guard rails. And we traveled down that cliff in a rickety bus, and I had a window seat. I feared for my life every moment. But some solace about my potential demise came from the ridiculous lyrics of the song I was listening to on Cabrini. "Don't be the jellybean whose color turns green, be the proud man let go of her hand" I made it there and back so I can't complain, I'm still alive. Got some great pictures, beat a Long Islander in a Long Island drinking contest, got a tan (and you actually could tell), watched Hollow Man and the Hello Kitty show in Spanish, and found where I wanted to be buried...Before you think I'm deep, I'm referring to the tequila aisle in the Acapulcan Wal-Mart. It was overwhelming, even for the biggest liquor enthusiast. It took 9 panoramic shots to get the whole aisle. I think I'm going back next spring break.

5. Loop Duplicate My Heart- Suburban Kids With Biblical Names
Love this song. So Cute. I'm pretty eclectic with my music. I'll listen to anything. I think everybody's like that (With the exception of one friend who calls himself an 'elitist', because he worked-past tense- in an independently owned music store like 50 years ago. I know, I laughed too). So when I was scrobbling some song they came up as a related artist. And I thought to myself "That name speaks to me", considering that I am in fact a Suburban Kid with a Biblical Name." Giving water to a dying man was my deal in la Biblia, I think... So anyways I downloaded all of their songs that I could find. And that's my favorite of the lot. I have yet to skip over it in a playlist.

So I hope that gave you a little insight into my life at the moment. I think I'm staying here for the summer. And I'm so excited about visiting I-lean in April!!! Seriously, I just screamed...