I’ve been completely immersed in music the past few days. Oddly, it’s all sort of sad, introspective music. The type that makes you wish you had something to be really really miserable about so you could listen to the song over and over again and cry. It reminds me of when I was in high school and I loved Depeche mode and would yearn for something dramatic to happen so I could be an authentic tortured teen, instead of a Laura Ashley wearing, bow head who loved her family and had proud, supportive parents. 

Here’s what’s on my play list: James Blunt ( I heard him for the first time in Sydney and thought I found some new artist. HA.), Amos Lee (the song “Colors” is phenomenal), and now Broken Social Scene. I would never pick it up and think “Yeah, I like this” but after listening to it again and again, I’m haunted by it. Louise sent it to me yesterday and it’s been playing non-stop in the car. It’s odd to listen to something and think one thing and then listen to it again and think something else and then have it happen again and again. I love that. It keeps things interesting.

Someone e-mailed me a few days ago and said I looked EXACTLY like an actress that was on an episode of House this week. I saw the episode and thought “I do not look anything like her.”  But then I saw this picture of her, which I like, and even though I STILL think I don’t look like her, I thought “Oh wait. She’s pretty. Ok, I’ll take that.”

Lately I’ve felt something missing. I racked my brain to figure it out until it finally hit me. I think I accidently let my US subscription run out. Quel Horreur.