A talking tree! How uncanny!

As has been discussed before, my life is a big joke. On the bright side, whoever is writing the scripts had the good foresight to hire an excellent music director. Saturday, my friend and I went all over Atlanta: Broad Street to Piedmont Park to Atlantic Station to his apartment to home. We are both going through similar life situations right now (slightly downtrodden by a few things, desperate for some new friends, you know) and were discussing these things for a lot of the day. While at Atlantic Station, we decided to treat ourselves to some ice cream and rest our tired feet while sitting on a short wall. As soon as we sat down, a nearby store started playing Death Cab for Cutie's "Your Heart is an Empty Room." At this point I started laughing pretty hard because if I was at home, I'd probably be flooding my last.fm with that song, on repeat.

And then this morning, I was walking back from class and decided to stop into the Shell station across the street from my dorm to see if they had any cereal. It's a really nice morning, sort of cloudy with a chill in the air that promises me that these 95 degree afternoons will not be allowed to continue for much longer. So I was enjoying that, and the nice breeze, and the fact that I am making both friends and art, while I walked across the crosswalk to this Shell station. They were playing their normal brand of bad soft rock from the 80's or 90's or whenever, but! As soon as I walked in, the song faded out, and "1 2 3 4" by Feist piped in through the ceiling. I smiled like I invariably do when that song comes on and thanked my omniscient music director again. Someone knows what they're doing.

I found this the other day. Apparently they're some of the worst analogies and metaphors, but there are some of them which would make me very pleased with myself if I had written them. ("Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like 'Second Tall Man.'")

In other news, I had sushi on Sunday and it was not disgusting.  In addition, I am making some pretty neat art. I did my laundry last night. And lastly, tomorrow is the birthday of the one and only Brittany Morris. Hurrah!