|2006 was a royal bore and I expect nothing less from 2007.
||[Dec. 30th, 2006|03:47 am]
|||||Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - "Deanna"||]|
I've spent most of the past week degenerating in my bedroom squalor and let me tell you, it's been oodles of fun and games. I ran out of reading materials so I'm now plodding through some harlequin romance about an Irish beauty and her bodice-bursting passion (not to mention bosom). I may expire shortly.
I only come downstairs between the hours of 11:00 pm and 4:00 am, when no one else is around. Insomnia has long been one of my favorite hobbies.
Tomorrow, however, everything is going to change. My dearly beloved extended family will be joining me at my glorious abode for a weekend of Cobb family winter festivities, and I have no doubts that it will be a brilliant time for all parties involved. Considering my generous appetite for fun, laughter, babies, plastic snowmen, blondes, water sports, crowds, and bad shoes, I just know that I will be happy as a clam.
Aha. I know what else is on my mind. Here, in no particular order, are my picks for the best musical albums of 2006:
Liars - Drum's Not Dead
Asobi Seksu - Citrus
Yo La Tengo - I'm Not Afraid of You...
Scott Walker - The Drift
The Knife - Silent Shout
Poni Hoax - ""
I liked the Pipettes' album a bunch as well, but I'm not sure if that counts. It was just sort of fun, not really grrrr-eat, per se.
What are your thoughts? I'm simply dying to know.
Addendum: I've also gotten into the habit of hoarding things lately. Today, I stole a pair of long underwear that my little brother received from Santa (who apparently is very concerned for the well-being of my brother's bottom, etc.). They fit me perfectly; I have no intention of returning them. Yesterday I stole some headbands I found in the bathroom. I also have a bag of Swedish Fish, some poptarts, and a package of paper plates shaped like animal faces tucked beneath my bed for safe keeping, all of which I found around my house. On a scale of 1 to 10, how weird is that?