Alright, guys and gals. It's day one of the music challenge from Facebook. Here's the deal, so everyone is up to speed. Each day you pick a song based on a prompt. It goes on for thirty days, with thirty different prompts and thirty different songs.
Here's the list:
Day 1 - Your favorite song
Day 2 - Your least favorite song
Day 3 - A song that makes you happy
Day 4 - A song that makes you sad
Day 5 - A song that reminds you of someone
Day 6 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 8 - A song you know all the words to
Day 9 - A song you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song from your favorite band
Day 12 - A song from a band you hate
Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favorite album
Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry
Day 21 - A song you listen to when you're happy
Day 22 - A song you listen to when you're sad
Day 23 - A song you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 - A song you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - A song from your childhood
Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year
I will be labeling each blog post as we go. It should be a lot of fun. I encourage you guys to give it a go, too. =)
Let's move on.
My favorite song is a toss up between "Just Like Heaven" by the Cure and "Clocks" by Coldplay. I'm going to say Coldplay wins out just because I've liked it longer.
Here it is for you to listen to as you read this post:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KkWGy7W3_o
What I love about "Clocks" is that there is so much going on. The keyboard/synthesizer is playing one thing, the bass is going along with another thing, the drums are keeping a different rhythm, and then the vocals are off doing their own thing. I feel like there are so many dynamics to the song. It's got depth and substance.
I've found that I have probably listened to it over a million times at this point and I can still find something exciting in it.
The keyboard is my favorite part. It's got that haunting melody that both soothes and fascinates me. I have a tendency to think of water when I hear it: it's got that flowing feel to it.
I first heard the song in the fall/winter of 2003. My family was living in the midwest still. The song had been used in trailer for the new, live action Peter Pan film that was about to come out. It took me nearly three months to figure out what the song was. When I did, my friend burned it to a CD (which I still have, Dani, believe it or not, and the label is still green) for me. I must have listened to it over a thousand times as 2004 and 2005 progressed.
As my family moved first to Illinois and then to Colorado, Coldplay - and in particular, "Clocks" - became like a security blanket for me. As long as Chris Martin was there to sing me to sleep each night, it would be ok.
Amazingly, I still haven't gotten completely sick of the song. I think that's what makes a favorite song your favorite song. You can listen to it no matter what. Even now, if I have trouble sleeping, I turn on "Clocks". It works nearly every time.
And that is why "Clocks" by Coldplay is my favorite song.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Spring Break Day Four: Snow and a Challenge
Eww, snow.
Granted, it's Colorado, so it's kind of expected, but still. This is Spring Break, folks, not winter. Emphasis on the SPRING part, please.
Anyway, what are you going to do, right? Just go with it. That's the plan.
And breath. Cause it's important.
So on Facebook (I'm not ashamed of social networking, you guys are more than welcome to look me up) there's this thirty day challenge thing. Each day, you pick a different song to answer a different question/statement/thing. I'm intrigued to see how music affects my life (because I know it plays a huge role in everything for me), so I've decided to do it.
I thought it would be fun to do it on here as well. That way you guys at home can play along as well. Plus, you don't have discussions about it on Facebook, but here I can talk (or rather, type) your ears off about each song I pick.
I'm excited.
So here's the list to get everyone started:
Day 1 - Your favorite song
Day 2 - Your least favorite song
Day 3 - A song that makes you happy
Day 4 - A song that makes you sad
Day 5 - A song that reminds you of someone
Day 6 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 8 - A song you know all the words to
Day 9 - A song you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song from your favorite band
Day 12 - A song from a band you hate
Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favorite album
Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry
Day 21 - A song you listen to when you're happy
Day 22 - A song you listen to when you're sad
Day 23 - A song you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 - A song you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - A song from your childhood
Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year
Pretty straight forward there. I think it's going to be an interesting experience.
I've decided that for the music challenge, I will do a different post. So for thirty days, there will be two updates a day: one for regular blogging, and one for the music challenge. They will be labled accordingly.
In other news, I'm knitting a fish. He looks a bit like a Franken-Fish. I'm going to call him Fred. I'm not sure why, but that's his name. And he's confused. Again, I don't know why, but my sister and I have decided he's Fred the Confused (Franken) Fish.
It's a fun world, the world of stuffed toys. Lol.
My novel is still progressing nicely. I hope to have a rough draft finished by the end of the year. I'm procrastinating at answering emails, so if you have emailed me, I apologize. It will be coming. Also, because I am on break, I probably do not make a lot of sense. Giving you a heads up.
Alright, this has been day four.
Until tomorrow (or the music challenge post, actually),
~Meaghan
Granted, it's Colorado, so it's kind of expected, but still. This is Spring Break, folks, not winter. Emphasis on the SPRING part, please.
Anyway, what are you going to do, right? Just go with it. That's the plan.
And breath. Cause it's important.
So on Facebook (I'm not ashamed of social networking, you guys are more than welcome to look me up) there's this thirty day challenge thing. Each day, you pick a different song to answer a different question/statement/thing. I'm intrigued to see how music affects my life (because I know it plays a huge role in everything for me), so I've decided to do it.
I thought it would be fun to do it on here as well. That way you guys at home can play along as well. Plus, you don't have discussions about it on Facebook, but here I can talk (or rather, type) your ears off about each song I pick.
I'm excited.
So here's the list to get everyone started:
Day 1 - Your favorite song
Day 2 - Your least favorite song
Day 3 - A song that makes you happy
Day 4 - A song that makes you sad
Day 5 - A song that reminds you of someone
Day 6 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 8 - A song you know all the words to
Day 9 - A song you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song from your favorite band
Day 12 - A song from a band you hate
Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favorite album
Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry
Day 21 - A song you listen to when you're happy
Day 22 - A song you listen to when you're sad
Day 23 - A song you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 - A song you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - A song from your childhood
Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year
Pretty straight forward there. I think it's going to be an interesting experience.
I've decided that for the music challenge, I will do a different post. So for thirty days, there will be two updates a day: one for regular blogging, and one for the music challenge. They will be labled accordingly.
In other news, I'm knitting a fish. He looks a bit like a Franken-Fish. I'm going to call him Fred. I'm not sure why, but that's his name. And he's confused. Again, I don't know why, but my sister and I have decided he's Fred the Confused (Franken) Fish.
It's a fun world, the world of stuffed toys. Lol.
My novel is still progressing nicely. I hope to have a rough draft finished by the end of the year. I'm procrastinating at answering emails, so if you have emailed me, I apologize. It will be coming. Also, because I am on break, I probably do not make a lot of sense. Giving you a heads up.
Alright, this has been day four.
Until tomorrow (or the music challenge post, actually),
~Meaghan
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Spring Break Day Three: Car Ride!
I love taking long car rides. Especially if someone else is driving. I love looking out the window, watching the scenary pass by. Plus car rides always induce stories, laughter, and fitful naps.
Today, that's what we did. My mom, my sister, and I went for a car ride. It was awesome. Even though we knew where we were most of the time, it felt like an adventure.
I love spending time with my loved ones, and I love car rides. It was perfect.
I think it might storm. It certainly looks like it could. Feels like it too. I'm holding out for rain, but the weather people are saying we should be prepped for snow. That's the one thing about living in Colorado - it very rarely rains when you feel like it should.
I'm working on revising a chapter for my young adult novel. I feel like this story has so much potential. The characters are very dear to me. The only thing is that the story is turning out to be a lot more complex than I was originally thinking it would be. I like it. I like the new developements and the twists along the way.
I just hope I can do it justice.
I'm thinking that even though I'm on break, I should probably be working on my psych paper. I just don't feel that motivated. Maybe I'll save it as a back up plan for if I'm bored out of my mind later this week.
My neighbor made it home. The dog is doing well. It all works out for the best.
I feel like this is a good afternoon for doing nothing. Maybe that's what I'll do the rest of the day.
I hope you guys are all having a great day and that you enjoy your weekend! (Or what's left of it...)
~Meaghan
Today, that's what we did. My mom, my sister, and I went for a car ride. It was awesome. Even though we knew where we were most of the time, it felt like an adventure.
I love spending time with my loved ones, and I love car rides. It was perfect.
I think it might storm. It certainly looks like it could. Feels like it too. I'm holding out for rain, but the weather people are saying we should be prepped for snow. That's the one thing about living in Colorado - it very rarely rains when you feel like it should.
I'm working on revising a chapter for my young adult novel. I feel like this story has so much potential. The characters are very dear to me. The only thing is that the story is turning out to be a lot more complex than I was originally thinking it would be. I like it. I like the new developements and the twists along the way.
I just hope I can do it justice.
I'm thinking that even though I'm on break, I should probably be working on my psych paper. I just don't feel that motivated. Maybe I'll save it as a back up plan for if I'm bored out of my mind later this week.
My neighbor made it home. The dog is doing well. It all works out for the best.
I feel like this is a good afternoon for doing nothing. Maybe that's what I'll do the rest of the day.
I hope you guys are all having a great day and that you enjoy your weekend! (Or what's left of it...)
~Meaghan
Saturday, March 5, 2011
I'm Wound Up...
...and so there shall be a second post. Bwahaha.
I just completely realized that I can still taste the iodine that they shot me full of yesterday in the ER. If you have never had a CT scan where they have to use it, let me break it down for you.
First, they flush the line with a saline solution. You don't feel it, but you can taste it. It's like very salty water. How it is that you can taste it without feeling it, I don't know, but it's amazing to me that the human body works like that.
Then they send in the iodine.
It's like a heat wave that (for me, at least) starts at your ears and runs all the way down your body. I felt like I was in an overheated car in the middle of July that was parked in the noon sun. Crazy feeling. And you feel like you're peeing your pants, which was...uncomfortable...to say the least.
But it tastes so weird. It's like copper and salt mixing. Everything I ate last night after they released me, especially if it was sweet, tasted awful. My cherry coke was like drinking a combination of diet soda and lighter fluid. (Not that I know how lighter fluid tastes, but that's what I think it would be like.)
I went to bed with a bad taste in my mouth, I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth. I brushed my teeth and it wasn't the refreshingly minty experience I'm used to.
Granted, as the day has progressed, it's gotten better. But just sitting here, checking my email, updating my twitter, and whatnot, I notice it.
Soo salty. Soo gross.
On a completely different note (I did say I was a bit high strung right now), my neighbors dog is freaking me out. I'm watching her today and tomorrow on a spur of the moment thing for my neighbor. So far, no seizures (thank heavens), but she has been acting a little neurotic. She keeps slamming her nose into the carpet and running around.
I've taken her outside and run with her. I've kept her water up. I've made sure she's had food and treats. I just don't understand. I don't think it's a full moon. Happily, my neighbor gets home early tomorrow afternoon, so as long as she doesn't die or get sick or have a seizure, we should be good.
(I realize, as many of you probably have by now, that I worry about the weirdest things. But this is coming from the girl who used to be afraid of everything. Honestly, it is improving. I mean, I'm riding elevators now, for crying out loud. Still hate spiders though...)
Mmmmmkay. This was a random bonus blog. I'm going to try to go to bed now.
Hopefully the dog will have calmed down by the time morning gets here and the iodine taste will be gone for good...
~Meaghan
I just completely realized that I can still taste the iodine that they shot me full of yesterday in the ER. If you have never had a CT scan where they have to use it, let me break it down for you.
First, they flush the line with a saline solution. You don't feel it, but you can taste it. It's like very salty water. How it is that you can taste it without feeling it, I don't know, but it's amazing to me that the human body works like that.
Then they send in the iodine.
It's like a heat wave that (for me, at least) starts at your ears and runs all the way down your body. I felt like I was in an overheated car in the middle of July that was parked in the noon sun. Crazy feeling. And you feel like you're peeing your pants, which was...uncomfortable...to say the least.
But it tastes so weird. It's like copper and salt mixing. Everything I ate last night after they released me, especially if it was sweet, tasted awful. My cherry coke was like drinking a combination of diet soda and lighter fluid. (Not that I know how lighter fluid tastes, but that's what I think it would be like.)
I went to bed with a bad taste in my mouth, I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth. I brushed my teeth and it wasn't the refreshingly minty experience I'm used to.
Granted, as the day has progressed, it's gotten better. But just sitting here, checking my email, updating my twitter, and whatnot, I notice it.
Soo salty. Soo gross.
On a completely different note (I did say I was a bit high strung right now), my neighbors dog is freaking me out. I'm watching her today and tomorrow on a spur of the moment thing for my neighbor. So far, no seizures (thank heavens), but she has been acting a little neurotic. She keeps slamming her nose into the carpet and running around.
I've taken her outside and run with her. I've kept her water up. I've made sure she's had food and treats. I just don't understand. I don't think it's a full moon. Happily, my neighbor gets home early tomorrow afternoon, so as long as she doesn't die or get sick or have a seizure, we should be good.
(I realize, as many of you probably have by now, that I worry about the weirdest things. But this is coming from the girl who used to be afraid of everything. Honestly, it is improving. I mean, I'm riding elevators now, for crying out loud. Still hate spiders though...)
Mmmmmkay. This was a random bonus blog. I'm going to try to go to bed now.
Hopefully the dog will have calmed down by the time morning gets here and the iodine taste will be gone for good...
~Meaghan
Spring Break, Day Two: Exciting News
Yeah, I've decided my whole spring break is going to be delineated out like this. I think I can find something interesting each day of break. We're going to find out.
Anyway, my exciting news.
I'm going to be a published author.
No, it's not the writing contest I entered (I'm still waiting to hear about it), but it's still awesome. I'm going to have a poem I wrote published in the school literary magazine. It gets distributed all over the school and in some places through out the community as well.
I'm very excited.
I actually did a happy dance when I found out this morning.
This goes to show that I am on the right track. Another block has fallen smoothly into place. It's fun and I like it.
As for the rest of my day, it's been going pretty well. My lung and shoulder still hurt, but there's not really a whole lot I can do about that, and let's be honest. I'd rather have the uncomfortable feeling than the other problems it could have been. I'm dog sitting. That's about it.
I'm actually going to be published somewhere. It's still sinking in...
Enjoy your weekend, folks.
~Meaghan
Anyway, my exciting news.
I'm going to be a published author.
No, it's not the writing contest I entered (I'm still waiting to hear about it), but it's still awesome. I'm going to have a poem I wrote published in the school literary magazine. It gets distributed all over the school and in some places through out the community as well.
I'm very excited.
I actually did a happy dance when I found out this morning.
This goes to show that I am on the right track. Another block has fallen smoothly into place. It's fun and I like it.
As for the rest of my day, it's been going pretty well. My lung and shoulder still hurt, but there's not really a whole lot I can do about that, and let's be honest. I'd rather have the uncomfortable feeling than the other problems it could have been. I'm dog sitting. That's about it.
I'm actually going to be published somewhere. It's still sinking in...
Enjoy your weekend, folks.
~Meaghan
Friday, March 4, 2011
Spring Break Day One: In the ER...
Today did not go how I planned it to go at all.
It started off ok. Kate and I went to try to make up the bowling we missed on Monday. But the people put us next to a senior league who made it very clear they hated us for being young and on a league. It was so discouraging.
So we left, deciding to finish our bowling on Monday after league.
And that is where the real trouble began.
On Wed, I had woken up with pain in the right side of my chest all the way from my shoulder down. Every time I took a breath, laughed, whatever, it hurt. Bad. I figured I had pulled something somewhere along the way and didn't think anything of it.
Sleeping Wed night and Thursday night was a nightmare. I couldn't roll onto it; breathing was still painful.
So today, my mom and sister decided it was time for me to go to Urgent Care to see what was going on. After leaving the bowling alley, we headed over.
An hour and a half plus several X-Rays later, the lady at Urgent Care told me I had to go to the ER. Her thinking was that it was probably blood clots in my lungs due to my birth control pills.
We went, grabbed my dad, and went to the hospital. There I spent the remainder of my day up until a few hours ago being prodded, poked, and questioned. I wore a gown, had a CT scan with iodine (the weirdest sensation, I tell you), and ultra sound.
The two fears were that a.) I had blood clots or b.) my gall bladder bit the dust.
The happy news? It wasn't either. The doctor I saw was happy to tell me that I had inflammation along my right lung and that it should go away on it's own within a week. In other words, I got to go home.
So it was a crazy busy day. Not at all how I wanted to spend it. My poor family was stressed out beyond stressed. My arms are crazy sore from blood work and stuff. And I have a cool band that has my name and DOB on it.
I'm exhausted. I don't know if this made sense, and I don't know if I care.
The only thing I know? I'm really happy to be home.
What a way to kick of spring break, huh?
~Meaghan
It started off ok. Kate and I went to try to make up the bowling we missed on Monday. But the people put us next to a senior league who made it very clear they hated us for being young and on a league. It was so discouraging.
So we left, deciding to finish our bowling on Monday after league.
And that is where the real trouble began.
On Wed, I had woken up with pain in the right side of my chest all the way from my shoulder down. Every time I took a breath, laughed, whatever, it hurt. Bad. I figured I had pulled something somewhere along the way and didn't think anything of it.
Sleeping Wed night and Thursday night was a nightmare. I couldn't roll onto it; breathing was still painful.
So today, my mom and sister decided it was time for me to go to Urgent Care to see what was going on. After leaving the bowling alley, we headed over.
An hour and a half plus several X-Rays later, the lady at Urgent Care told me I had to go to the ER. Her thinking was that it was probably blood clots in my lungs due to my birth control pills.
We went, grabbed my dad, and went to the hospital. There I spent the remainder of my day up until a few hours ago being prodded, poked, and questioned. I wore a gown, had a CT scan with iodine (the weirdest sensation, I tell you), and ultra sound.
The two fears were that a.) I had blood clots or b.) my gall bladder bit the dust.
The happy news? It wasn't either. The doctor I saw was happy to tell me that I had inflammation along my right lung and that it should go away on it's own within a week. In other words, I got to go home.
So it was a crazy busy day. Not at all how I wanted to spend it. My poor family was stressed out beyond stressed. My arms are crazy sore from blood work and stuff. And I have a cool band that has my name and DOB on it.
I'm exhausted. I don't know if this made sense, and I don't know if I care.
The only thing I know? I'm really happy to be home.
What a way to kick of spring break, huh?
~Meaghan
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I Yelled at a Goose Today.
Yeah. You totally read that right.
I - a rational, intelligent young woman of twenty - yelled at a goose today.
Several geese, actually.
The school campus is flooded with them. They spy on us, the humans. They drop their little "presents" wherever they want. And they think they own the place. As one of my friends today so eloquently put it: "The geese have it coming."
I went to McDonald's to grab lunch with one of my friends today because it was such a nice day and I wanted off campus for a while. Walking back, these geese crossed in front of us, staring us down. One of them hissed.
I did something I am both embarrassed and kind of pleased about.
I gave the goose a piece of my mind.
"What?!" I practically shouted. "What do you want, goose?? Huh? What did I do to you??"
The goose looked at me, looked at my lunch in a bag, and proceeded to cross the sidewalk to feast upon the yellowing grass on the other side.
"That's what I thought," I mumbled. My friend was in stitches.
So then my other friend, the one who made the comment about the geese asking for it, and I went outside after I took a midterm. We both had time to kill before our next class and it was still beautiful, so it made sense.
On our way in, I had another stare down with a different goose. It backed down first. I felt awesome.
I think this only ties in epicness with me nearly getting hit by a bicyclist on Tuesday. (I was crossing the road, he wasn't paying attention. An extra half a second and it would've been baaad...)
Thank God for break. No geese, no boys, little homework, and lots of sleeping in. No tests, no teachers, no in-class group work, no cafeteria food.
I'm a little excited about this, can you tell?
And now, I'm off to enjoy dinner.
~Meaghan
I - a rational, intelligent young woman of twenty - yelled at a goose today.
Several geese, actually.
The school campus is flooded with them. They spy on us, the humans. They drop their little "presents" wherever they want. And they think they own the place. As one of my friends today so eloquently put it: "The geese have it coming."
I went to McDonald's to grab lunch with one of my friends today because it was such a nice day and I wanted off campus for a while. Walking back, these geese crossed in front of us, staring us down. One of them hissed.
I did something I am both embarrassed and kind of pleased about.
I gave the goose a piece of my mind.
"What?!" I practically shouted. "What do you want, goose?? Huh? What did I do to you??"
The goose looked at me, looked at my lunch in a bag, and proceeded to cross the sidewalk to feast upon the yellowing grass on the other side.
"That's what I thought," I mumbled. My friend was in stitches.
So then my other friend, the one who made the comment about the geese asking for it, and I went outside after I took a midterm. We both had time to kill before our next class and it was still beautiful, so it made sense.
On our way in, I had another stare down with a different goose. It backed down first. I felt awesome.
I think this only ties in epicness with me nearly getting hit by a bicyclist on Tuesday. (I was crossing the road, he wasn't paying attention. An extra half a second and it would've been baaad...)
Thank God for break. No geese, no boys, little homework, and lots of sleeping in. No tests, no teachers, no in-class group work, no cafeteria food.
I'm a little excited about this, can you tell?
And now, I'm off to enjoy dinner.
~Meaghan
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