Februosity. Ouch. 2003-02-09 - 11:01 p.m.
Trent Reznor has a very hypnotic voice. I've just downloaded "Head like a hole", "Starfuckers, Inc.", the original version of "Closer" AND the trance remix (even though I have no idea what the hell "trance" really is- that has to be right up there with "emo" as some kind of newfangled musical style these young whippersnappers are coming up with nowadays). Anyway, um, well, yeah.
I can be so articulate sometimes.
Moving on, I have done little else than sit in front of the computer in my pajamas all day. How thoroughly unexciting. But, besides the aforementioned songs, I did add these to my Kazaa stash:
"Blue Monday" - Orgy
"Brick" - Ben Folds Five
"Clocks" - Coldplay
"Heart of glass" - Blondie
"Killing me softly" - Fugees
"Leaving on a jet plane" - Peter, Paul, and Mary
"Only happy when it rains" - Garbage
"Pretty fly (for a white guy)" - The Offspring
"Tha crossroads" - Bone Thugs 'N Harmony
Good stuff. Music enthralls me above all things. Except one. And dammit, my telekinesis is broken, apparently. My ex-flute teacher is not yet a resident of Pluto. I do not have a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone in my hand right now. I am also missing something else. Maybe I should concentrate my energies on spontaneous combustion. Or else I should focus on the flippable nature of my long, luxurious curly hair. Perhaps that would help the issue at hand. ;) :-D