Narrow Stairway.

See, when i first heard about the release of a new deathcab album, MONTHS ago i was convinced that it would be called Narrow Stairway, so i went around, of course trying to seem extremely cool and knowledgeable, saying "i am SOO excited about the new deathcab, coming out in the summer, it has a weird title, Narrow Stairway, it must be filled with all sorts of symbolism" of course when the name leaked to the general public i looked like a complete fool. This story isn't really one of importance. it probably makes me seem even more stupid then that whole narrow stairway. incident.

wow, the next day and this story is even more pointless and absurd to me, i guess it is for my own enjoyment then.

ANYWAY


I just wanted to say i love it. it took a couple listens for the whole thing not to sound as though it were one song, but as I got into it I realized what i had mistaken for un-innovative 'boring' production on the behalf of Ben Gibbard, was actually his pure GENIUS at work.
The entire album, to me, is a montage of sound all tied together under one emotion, longing. of course they dissect this singular emotion and break it up into different variations of the word.

NoW i am no music critic. (although my criticism of cat power DID win me free tickets to her concert). these are just my generalized thoughts on the album.

there is a now, FOUR way tie between Cath..., No Sunlight, You Can Do Better Than Me and Talking Bird, not one captures my heart more then the other.

Naturally, they are the "slower" songs, (which always tends to be the sort of songs i like), Yet they are not, at the same time all the songs sort of have this progression that leads to a faster tempo, and a more crashing exuberant sound. They each tell a story that Deathcab has told many-a-times, but this album definitely has my favorite versions.

still my favorite band. ofcourse.

bob bob bob the history man.

Signed up for a history class at the very last minute.
and it was the BEST DECISION OF MY LIFE.
my teacher BOB (as he told us to call him) is one of the best teachers I have ever had. and it was only the introduction to his class.
he is OLD, and when i say old i mean like arthritis old. haha he told us "I am reminded of my age every morning when i look in the mirror to shave"
first of all he is a gay man from pennsylvania, and the first thing he told us was that he was an egalitarian, and was one of the fighters for equality back during the civil rights age! oh my, i am pumped to hear stories.
he pushed back the 8:00 class to 8:30.
doesn't give a damn if you sleep in the class or come to class, it is your decision whether or not you want to learn, "i don't care, after all it is you all paying for me to fly to bangkok to see my boyfriend in december". hahaha oh lawd.
i think he also loves sex. alot. because everything is about, spending time with your significant other, or i won't mind if you come to class and fall asleep cause you worked a night shift or you were up all night with your significant other, and he smiled huge and winked.

HE LOVES HISTORY (psssst so do i)

wellll we got out 2 hours early. i would leave, BUT i have another classs in 2 hours haha BAH.

made eggs this morning like a chef, probs better then that rachael ray chick i keep hearing about. i flipped them, peppered them. OOOOEE.
OMG I HAVE A BLISTER ON THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT FOR WEARING SUCH FLAT SANDALS AND NOW I CAN BARELY WALK AND THE ONLY SHOES I CAN WEAR ARE MY CONVERSES. fuck.

it's hot as shit, like really? why.

i know its summer but over 100 degrees. that's just redonk. i can straighten my hair with that much heat.

i have started to read 1984, by george orwell. REALLY goood, ironically there is an extra credit paper in bob's class on animal farm.
I am looking into a study abroad, in france actually. international development sort of abroad study where i would get to live in an apartment right on the northern tip of france between london and paris, for the entire semester
or there is this one in belize where i actually do development work, i get hands on experience and get to help out there, plus get 12 credits.

BUT
this is before i go to school in canada that is. YEP that's right, you all are the first to hear I am transferring to a school in canada in fall 2009.
i mean all the really good schools here are so damn expensive and don't give scholarships. and as a canadian its like $$170 per credit hour for me. and this is like at Mcgill (where my popsicle went, and whenever i say i want to go there he busts out laughing, like obnoxious brash laughter) and it is like 1 of the top schools in the world. yuh yeah. like 12 i think? and its in montreal, which is sooo beautiful, but i am also looking at university of british columbia vancouver which has the best international relations program in canada. and is in vancouver which is the most beautiful city like ever. there is the city skyline in between the ocean and the mountains. yea. that beautiful. and university of toronto of course, (new york run by the swiss).
ahhhh sUH-weeet bliss
i'm totally about to watch the office while i am sitting in the library, right now.
oh god i just turned around and this man with a baby was staring and smiling reallly creepy.
he's soooo not from here.
oh gah i love the city.

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