Cheesy as it is, whenever I get a little down in the dumps (like today), I make lists of stuff I really dig, especially stuff that I really dig that's immediately accessible. Or, I just try to indulge in as many awesome things as I can think of.
For example, for lunch I had chicken-mushroom soup with these awesome little white mushrooms in it. Really, I've never seen anything like these things: long and white and REALLY lethal-looking. And DUDE, did they taste good! If they were lethal, and I die in a few minutes of toadstool poisoning, that'll be okay... Those mushrooms were worth it. I followed up with an organic blackberry smoothie. No, I'm not disillusioned with the Northwest by any means: they're feeding me mushrooms and blackberries and coffee; how COULD I complain!?
...Am listening to a mix-CD with a couple of songs on repeat: two by the Pixies and one by the Dead Milkmen. I don't remember, for the life of me, who made this mix for me, but I love it, so if this sounds at all familiar to you, thank you... I've got to admit: I've totally sold out my usual taste in music (dreamy, spacey, sort of sentimental) for the Pixies, Modest Mouse, and Beck. Fuck dreamy and sentimental. For the first time since I was 14, I've actually got access to lots and lots of GOOD rock music! Fine: so the only time I listen to REM anymore is when I go to sleep, and the only time I listen to Beth Orton is never, and the only time I listen to Rachel's is when I'm trying to force myself to be somber and do homework. So I've sold out my entire collection of music. Sorry, music. It's just that I've been feeling pretty happy lately, and I feel like listening to happy stuff...
The Pixies fucking rock.
["These kids these days with their rock-and-roll and their sandpeople..." --Mike-O]
Okay, okay, okay, I'm feeling a little better...
Sandpeople?
~Helena*