So my entire life fits in one room. Well, except for the furniture, that is. Most of it is clothes. Three boxes of shoes that I never wear. I tend to buy a pair of shoes, wear them for a month, then forget about them. Currently I am wearing the beige flats that I bought last week. They have cute little bows on the toes. (kickass rhyme, eh?) They are tres comfy, once the blisters heal, and trendy for now, as well. Although I hate beige shoes. I wanted black, but I would have had to go a size up and that wouldn't have been right, you know?
I had a conversation the other day about how music plays such a big part in memory. There is a song for every memory, and it's the easiest trigger for me. Well, aside from one or two things.
What's Love reminds me of summer. 500 Miles reminds me of high school. That one day where we skipped class and toured town with the doors open. heh. Theme Song from a NoFX Album reminds me of Jo. Let's get Retarded reminds me of my first year in college, and the first time I went to a bar. Try reminds me of my mom. (It was the first song I ever remember hearing.)Because You Love Me reminds me of my dad. (I danced with him once, to that song.) They don't want Music reminds me of Taylor and how I danced in the middle of the street, and sang at the top of my lungs, so many times last summer.
If I Am, As Lovers Go and any Mest song remind me of Scott. Vindicated reminds me of my first job. I Hate Everything about You reminds me of my first roommate. I Meant to do That reminds me of my older sister, and our road trip setup.
Before my mom had her truck, she drove a little shit box of a car. Dad, of course, had his truck, but it wasn't an extended cab. That meant there was only room for three. So E and I would have to ride in the back. Because we always went camping, or out in the field for the day, we had lawn chairs, a cooler full of food, etc. Basically, we would set up the lawn chairs in the back of the truck, and use the cooler as a card table. We would then hook her discman up to two mini-speakers and we'd have everything we needed. Talk about a spoiled road trip. We'd have tunes, chairs, cold beverages and a comfortable place to play crib.
Anywho, we'd have a little karaoke fest back there. We could sing as loud as we wanted because there was no one to bother. Paul Brandt was typically the choice music, since most of this happened in the mid to late nineties, and we were too young to appreciate the current pop music.
Country roads reminds me of my father. I remember, when he was living with his mom still, before he and my stepmom got married...I would've been about 4 or 5. He'd sing me to sleep. Even when I was a baby, he sung me to sleep. But for whatever reason, I remember Country Roads being a really common choice. I knew it word for word when I was that young. Still do.
There is definitely a soundtrack for my life, and sometimes I feel like my life can be defined by what kind of music I am appreciating, these days.
When I remember right now...the last time I sat at the computer in my first place, i'll remember Gavin Degraw...soft, piano ballads. Perfect music for looking at an empty room.
One smell that is so much stronger than music, when it comes to memories is cigars. My dad used to smoke cigars way back when. Real, big fat cigars. He switched to Colts when I was about I dunno...ten. And colts, for some reason smell so wonderful to me. I can't smoke them, but I love the vanilla smell that they have. When i'm at a party, and I smell it, i'll go find whoever is smoking them, and sometimes i'll just light one and let it burn.
My sister used to wear Roots perfume. That reminds me of when everyone lived under one roof and didn't want to kill each other. My mom wears Sung by Alfred Sung. She has as long as I can remember, and she thinks it's the only perfume that smells good on her. Coincidentally one of my new coworkers who is old enough to be my mom, wears the same perfume and I call her my work mommy since that's all I can think about, when I smell that perfume.
Well dudes, I killed enough time...i'm starving and have no food and don't want to go get any, beacuse I look disgusting because I had a bath last night, and never blow-dried my hair so now it's all wavy and out of control.
Next time I write, I will be in my new home. Hopefully it won't take long to get me hooked up to the net.