Everything I Tell You is Hearsay

so soon will burn. Without a noise, without my pride. I reach out from the inside~ Peter Gabriel

In Your Eyes

Every part of my body feels this song. And not just because Lloyd Dobbler stood outside Diane Court’s window boombox aloft in what might have been the singlemost romantic gesture in modern cinematic history (though it didn’t hurt). It is the heartbeat tempo, the echoing voices, the abandon in Peter’s voice, his willing submission to the passion he feels for this woman. This is a song I want to make love to, to sing at the top of my lungs, to inspire someone to think about me when they hear it. It is utterly romantic and hear-rendingly lovely.

The first sentiment expressed in the song is about his profound loneliness; and I can relate. Somehow there is an experience of peace and contentedness that I only seem to find when I’m in the presence of someone who has totally consumed my attention. It can be easier to find myself when there is someone else to help me look…

This is what Google tells us spring break should look like...

despite the excitement i no doubt generated by the enthusiasm of my heading, i have to admit, mine was pretty dull.

i worked. i had medical procedures. WOO HOO!!

i did throw up, but not in a good way. not in a “i had way too many mojitos” kind of way. more in a “when they tell you to take those antibiotics with food, they are not kidding” kind of way. as much as i loathe vomiting (and rest assured, i loathe it more than almost all else in life) i am proud to report i can now claim the honor of having vomited while driving a moving vehicle down the freeway and managed

A) not to crash

and

B) not to get any on me

this makes me inordinately proud.

no one else i know had any fun either, though, so i don’t feel like it was all my fault spring break was a bit of a bust. when i asked hodie what the best thing about HER spring break was she said and i quote

“going to the dentist”

top THAT for excitement!!

not that i claim to have my finger on the pulsing throbbing hemmorhoid of pop culture or anything, but i like to think i’m good at recognizing people who have been in movies i have seen. it’s kind of an obsessive hobby of mine;

“oh, that guy was in the 3rd to last episode of Arrested Development, and the commercial for Olestra, and Dune.”

but there is NO WAY i would have been able to identify

THIS GUY

ignore the black baby for a second

as the same guy as THIS GUY

seriously. i could have stared at it all day and all night and all damn day again.

and since i am not a huge fan of the humiliation humor, and i think this new project will project will be just as squirm-worthy as his last offering… i say yikes.