I would make the worst party DJ ever

I’m sitting here, trying to force myself how to actually paint in photoshop, and I have iTunes on (as always), listening to my whole collection at random. I need to take a nap in a little while, anyway, but still.

I like my collection. Some songs are good to relax to, some are good for pepping me up and getting me motivated, and others are good for just singing out to, you know? But, quite frankly, people get baffled when they come in, hang with me, and I have this on random.

So, how random are they? Here’s a list:

Squirrel Nut Zippers – Maiden’s Prayer
Evanescence – Going Under
Celtic Woman – Carol of the Bells
Less than Jake – All My Best Friends Are Metalheads
Ben Folds – Bitches Ain’t Shit

And, currently listening to Nelly Furtado – (Shit) On The Radio

So, no, none of them go with each other. At least, not in any discernable fashion. (Ok, the song just changed. It’s Poe – Hey Pretty) I don’t even think any of them are even the same genres, are they?

I don’t even care. I’m just writing this because I’m bored, tired, and medicated So, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I’m a moron.

I just don’t get “genre’s”. I listen to the “It doesn’t suck balls” genre. If I can groove to it, if I can sing to it, or if I can feel it, and it doesn’t make me cringe every time I hear it (although, part of that is Krystal’s fault. I just can’t listen to “Walk Away” by Kelly Clarkston anymore because of her and her goddamned karaoke machine), it belongs in the “Doesn’t Suck Balls” genre. It gets bonus points if I can sing it, and even more bonus points if I can play it on the guitar. (Speaking of, it just changed to “The Cranberries – Zombie”. Love that song.)

I don’t get all hung up on “oh, you like that kind of music? tee hee, you must be a(n) [Insert something derrogative here]” kind of mentality. Unless it’s that stupid boy band shit. Nothing good ever came out of that. Well, except the one song JC Chasez did with BT. And that’s not that great, but it’s ok. But, still. Justin Timberlake? COME ON. He’s like trying to be the white Michael Jackson. Not happnin’.

(Juliana Hatfield 3 – Spin the Bottle played during that paragraph. Here comes Trou Macacq by Squirrel Nut Zippers.)

I mean, no, I don’t much get into listening to the radio (none come in my bedroom anyway, and my truck radio doesn’t work, leaving me to listen to ringtones on my phone if I drive for too long.), and I’m not much into most of the music that’s come out in recent years. I don’t like music that whines. I’m starting to kind of be ok with “Plain White T’s”. Well, at least I like that “I really don’t like you” song. That new single “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood makes me wish Matt had a car, and I had money to get up there to fuck it up. I think I want to sing it at a karaoke, because I can belt that shit out. (Now playing: K’s Choice – Not An Addict)

Although, there have been a few songs that have come out lately that have made me just……..it’s hard to describe. It’s like happy tears, but on the inside. (no, not that, you perverts!) Like, I remember telling my friends a way back, ’round V-Day, that if any guy wanted me to melt on the spot, randomly play “Surrender” by Billy Talent. It’s…..to me, honestly, it’s the most perfect love song written in a long time.

And, with that, I’m going to take a nap. Besides, it’s a new song, anyway (Fugazi – Waiting Room), and I have to pee.

I’m waiting for a jet engine to fall into my bedroom

The next few paragraphs are nothing but me bitching.  So……..yeah.
My really shitty day for today actually started last Thursday.  I started getting really bad stomach pains.  Now, a cramp is more tolerable than Pain.  For instance, a cramp is like……it’s like what we used to call as kids an “Indian Rugburn”.  Pain is like someone twisting your arm until the skin comes off, then the muscle and tendons, and then proceeding to break your arm.  And then setting you on fire.
Anyway, those of you who know me know that I have a decently high tolerance for pain, so, I’m not going to get into that at the moment.  However, the second time the Pain came, on Saturday, it was………..like that scene in Alien, where the chest burster came out.  Well, I felt like I had one of those, but, rather than chewing its’ way out, it was just kind of rubbing really fucking hard to get out.  It knocked the breath out of me.
So, I’ve been dealing with it for the last few days, planning on going to the doctor’s office on Monday.  Because, like a normal human being, my doctor deserves the weekend off.
But, it wasn’t to be.  My night started off slow, with me being ridiculously annoyed by the goddamned cricket in the den (we have wooden floors, so everything echoes).  I didn’t get  to sleep until 11 anyway, and I’d worked yesterday   Then……….4am, I was woken up from a decent dream by absolute searing pain.  I writhed silently for a few minutes (because it was 4am, and I didn’t think my dad would appreciate a whiney adult kid at 4am.).  Then, I tried to go back to sleep.  I did sleep again, but was again woken up by Brodie………..at 6:30am.  Because he wants cheerios.  Before anyone else is freaking awake.  After valiantly attempting to get him to go back to sleep, I got up and gave him breakfast.  By this time, the Pain started to get more and more steady, and I decided to forego church and stay home and read the Bible on my own.
By the time Caitlin got home at 11:30ish, I couldn’t deal with it anymore.  I was so glad when my parents got home a little after 12……..because, well, after they left for church, my mom called my cell to tell me that my tire was flat.  Not just low.  F-L-A-T.  And I couldn’t drive myself (good thing, so I’ll get to that in a minute).
So, my dad takes me to the E.R.  And I got in pretty quickly.  I was a good little patient, I peed in my cup, I got poked and prodded (down monkeys!), gave about 2 pints of blood for labwork, and then the doctor came in and proceeded to push on my stomach for about 10 minutes.  See, I know that he’s got to do it to see whether or not I’ve got an abnormal growth or maybe I swallowed a severed head or something…….but, HOT DAMN, that hurt!
By the time he left, I was in tears.  So, he sends his nurse back with Morphine.  Now, not that I mind the pain relief, but I don’t like the fog it leaves my head in.  Anyway, I am actually glad for it……..because about 1/2 hour after that, I got an ultrasound to check for anything wrong inside.  And HOLY SHIT did she ever push on my stomach.
So, what’s wrong with me?  I have gall stones, so I have to get my gall bladder out.  LO-VE-LY. Like I can afford to spend any time off work.  *sigh*  Why they couldn’t just keep me there and do it NOW, rather than send me home with pain meds that leave me in a fog (and give me weird nightmares), I’ll never know, but I have to set up an appointment with the surgeon tomorrow.  *sigh*
Well, at least I’m alive, and will most likely survive the removal of an organ that is semi-useless.  Not as useless as the appendix, but less useful than the heart.
But, you know, you’d THINK that FOX would show something other than STAR WARS on a night when I need to be lying in bed.