Why are there so many songs about rainbows?


06-28-03 9:06pm

~Rainbows are visions but only illusions...~

I really need a shower right now. I was out sun bathing again today and I'm covered in a thin layer of oily coconut residue. I love the sun. I love summertime. I figured I'd get out and soak in as much of it as I could this weekend...for soon enough, I will have a jobby and I will no longer have time to waste my days basking in the sweet sun rays. Here's a bit from my journal entry earlier today.

It was so beautiful outside this afternoon. I, being the sun lover that I am, bathed in its rays for almost 2 hours earlier. Thankfully I came inside when I did because the skies opened up, and with one violent gust of wind, managed to soak everything in sight. I'm not saying that it's no longer a beautiful day. Just a different type of beauty. I don't know what it is but there's something extremely erotic about thunder and lightning. The sound of the rain pounding onto the ground...it sends chills down my back. There's also something hauntingly eerie about how one second the sky is clear and the very next second you would think you're in a horror film. Blue skies are decieving...I thought of that statement earlier when I was thinking of an idea for a poem about my excursion in the sun today. There's definately some irony to that now. It really is a unique sight to see though. The storm has passed...but it was so hot out that when the rain poured down it cooled everything off and there's steam rising from the street. Now if that's not straight out of a horror flick, I don't know what is. Then again, picture this --> During a long and dangerous night of passion, a storm rages to cool two lovers. The steam rises from the streets like hot mist from tangled bodies. Ok, so maybe I have a dirty mind. Maybe I'm a cheesy perverted dork. I shouldn't read trashy novels anymore. I should write them instead. (HA!)

I was watching MTV this afternoon. They've got some special thing this weekend. They're playing MTV2 rather than regular broadcasting. There was some awesome rock videos show on really last night that was good. I can't remember the name of it but they played a really badass Anthrax video. But the show on this afternoon was...chart to chart or something like that. I was waiting for it. I knew they'd play Mraz. Sure enough, he's #30 on Billboard right now. (probably Billboard/adult contemporary or folk. I think it was post-modern...I don't know.) But they played The Remedy. I wouldn't say it's the best song on his album but it was obviously hyped up for the purposes of releasing it as a single. And since it WAS the first song of his that I heard, I'll give it some credit. I don't know, I saw the video WAY back in April when I moved home. And it was inspirational at the time for all of the shit that I was going through. It was better for me than all of the sad love songs that I was torturing myself with. And it's definately better than the shit on the radio. After seeing the video, I got on-line the next day and watched it again on his website. Bought the cd not a week later and the rest is history. I was sorting through my list of songs on kazaa and discovered 40 of them are Mraz. Some are covers, some are live, some are old ones that aren't on his album. It's infectious. Mraz is a disease.

~you may be blessed by your own ghost...~

I've also been listening to Elliot quite a bit since I rediscovered that cd. Maroon 5 is now one of my favorites thank you Jason. And let's see, Taking Back Sunday is a regular play on my kazaa, and Sunny Day Real Estate...But today I had this strange need for Duran Duran. Hell ya Rio! And some Blondie...Debbie Harry...that's all there is to say about that. Oh, and of all things, I was listening to old school Sound Garden. And I downloaded my favorite Michael Jackson song of all time. The Way You Make Me Feel...I'm a dork. Seriously, that's such an odd combination of musical genres. I can't explain why I'm so strange. I suddenly have the urge to listen to Interstate Love Song (STP)...what is my problem? *sigh*

~leavin' on a southern train...~

So, these journals are starting to get pretty boring since I can't talk about my issues with people anymore. I'm just waiting for someone to confess. Waiting...for someone, anyone to admit that they've been reading this. You know...it's that simple. Unless you want to read about my afternoons with nature or my taste in music from now on. Personally I think that's kind of boring. So, I'm gonna go take a shower...goodnight.

~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me...~

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