Today, I went ahead with my yard work plan. I now remember why it is that I haven't volunteered to do yard work in over six years. It was brutally hot outside. I'm fairly certain my face is pretty sunburned. I can honestly say that I completely understand why prison systems force prisoners to do outdoor labor. It truly is punishment. And, for practicality's sake, let me add that it does make sense to have them being productive with farm labor and whatnot.
But that's really neither here nor there.
While I was mowing, I borrowed my husband's Zune so I could listen to some tunes. He recently added all of my CDs to his Zune so that we won't have to only listen to his metal music in the car. I happened upon a song that I used to be like totally in love with back in the day: "Granite Street Knife Fight."
Of course, because I'm keeping with my nostalgic theme as of late, it set me on a YouTube spree when I got inside (post-shower, of course). I had to look up all the old bands the I used to love: Element 101, the Aquabats, Ace Troubleshooter, Something Corporate, and so many others. Needless to say, it has perpetuated my nostalgia trip. I can't believe that there was a time that I wasn't listening to this music! I still feel like a teenager when I listen to it, laying on my bed staring at the white ceiling while I'm surrounded by the pink walls of my bedroom.
It's so strange to think back on my teenage years. I had so many emotions all the time--not that that's really changed much. I wanted to be a brilliant writer, though the truth is that I can't write my way out of a paper bag. I wanted to find a lover and be a singer and live on my own and make a statement about my own independence. I wanted to be something. What the crap happened?!
I feel like I need to go read some depressing books and spend a lot of time sleeping and alone. Is it possible to regress to your teenage years?
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