I'm sorry I haven't blogged in awhile. I had an amazing break in the Cape but it was very very busy. What should have only been a nine hour bus ride turned into twelve hours because there were so many people traveling home for the break. I was a bit bitter but happy to be back on the island when I finally was.
My break consisted of putting off all the work I brought home to do, relaxing, seeing friends, taking 30 minute long showers, having ridiculously hot bubble baths, eating delicious home cooked meals, and sleeping in past noon. I was home for ten days but it really felt I was only home for a weekend. However, I cannot believe it's now March and there are only six weeks left of classes. I know it's going to fly by; It always does.
I'm going to the Great Big Sea concert in Halifax next weekend; So, that's a little something to look forward to to help break up the next month. I was blaring GBS in the kitchen yesterday while washing the dishes when my roommate asked who they were. You've got to be kidding me. I looked at her with my mouth wide open. I grew up with this band and they've been the vital soundtrack of my life for years. Many of their songs bring back specific memories of my life. Isn't it amazing when a song can do that?
Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, for example. A beautifully written song, both lyrically and instrumentally. This is one we can all relate to; It was a favorite of all of ours. I'm sure that we all get flashbacks from the elementary school dances in which it was blared over the speakers, as we stood awkwardly waiting for our crushes to ask us to waltz.
75% of my life consists of getting lost in music. Sometimes I'm fairly certain I love it more than art. Music is an art form by itself. I never go anywhere without my iPod in my pocket. One time, I went to the dentist and realized I forget it and a nauseating feeling overtook me. I really felt lost and didn't think I could get through the hour of drilling holes in my mouth without having my music to get soaked up into.
There's a song for every mood you're in. Sometimes I find myself muddling through lyrics of songs on the internet for hours. I've been writing down lines from lyrics of songs in a little black book for years; Each is sorted by different mood categories. There's something comforting about getting lost in lyrics that you can relate to. It's therapeutic. Maybe it's because I find a hard time expressing exactly how I feel into words, and when it's already done for me it's so rewarding.
Music is my way of escaping into another world when I don't want to deal with this one for a little while.