I asked my teacher where she bought the Christmas album she played for us everyday throughout the month of December.
Then, I had my mom drive me to Pic N Save so I could buy it.
I still use the same stereo I used in the third grade to play all the tapes I own today.
That stereo is my one and only prized possession.
(AND the one thing I get made fun of for still owning today. People are jealous. It’s okay—I get it.)
But music never sounds better then when its streaming through those speakers.
In my room.
Playing my music.
From Britney Spears to Modest Mouse, that stereo has been with me through all my highs and my, more than obvious, lows.
I just don’t know where I would be without the damn thing!!
It is getting pretty old though, in stereo years. The volume goes in and out and I have to fuss with the levels a bit to hear anything from the left speaker. I also can’t skip over songs when playing a CD…usually…I mean, somedays are better than others, such is life.
Plus my dad accidentally broke off the antenna when moving in my stuff last year. He felt bad, I guess. I didn’t mind though. I hate the radio. But I’m pretty sure, if I remember correctly, he too made some comment about bringing it with me to college. Which is funny, considering he is the one who bought it for me Christmas of ‘98.
But what will I do when it dies on me all together?
Cry?? Will I cry?
(I really think I might cry.)
ANYWAY. That is the story of how I bought my very first cassette tape—a fuckin’ Christmas tape—that I still own today (clearly I have a problem with letting go).
And that is probably why I got so upset when they changed Pic N Save to Big Lots awhile back.
I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that…does this count?
1. It’s cheaper than the train. So if you are in college and broke/looking for a weekend away and in need of a good holiday fuck then like, rideshare is there for you.
2. Door to door service.
3. If you don’t like the driver’s music you can always listen to your ipod or catch up on a book or “homework” (unless you get motion sickness, like me…then take some ginger with you).
4. Sometimes the people you are riding with are Canadian. AND WHO DOESN’T LOVE CANADIANS?
5. The driver and/or other passengers just might smoke you out!! So obviously rideshare is better than any other form of public transportation.
But keep in mind: Smoking with strangers isn’t always ideal. And if you are a girl riding with two dudes you may or may not start to think they are going to rape and/or murder you. Or you might even start to think about how your mother always told you not to take rides from strangers. Or, maybe, about the times when she would read you newspaper articles describing how some girl got raped and murdered by some dudes she didn’t know—and how you always thought, “Well that girl was an idiot. I am not an idiot, Mom. Goddamnit why does my mother think I am such a fucking idiot??”
When I sleep in past 11 am…not only am I proving to be the laziest person on the face of the planet, but I also start to have really weird dreams.
And this morning when I was still wrapped up in my covers I thought I was about to die. I started to hear these really weird noises and
I for sure thought the second floor was going to caving in
and I was going to die—in bed
because I’m lazy.
But then I remembered I wasn’t in California anymore. I’m in Oregon. So it wasn’t an earthquake. It was just the kids above me, living their active lifestyles, at 11 am on a Friday, like everyone else in the word…not still in bed…not being lazy.
It it made me miss home for almost a full minute (as the fear of being crushed to death rushed through every part of my body).
So here I am (in bed) thinking I need make a conscious effort to wake up before noon.
Because like, I can’t keep waiting for fake earthquake noises to get me up in the morning. I need to live my life.