On A Good Day

I have been, as of late, really obsessed with OceanLab. I had always liked instrumental and emotional vocal music, so I never paid much attention to specific genres. However, OceanLab—and vocal trance in general—takes my appreciation for heavily vamped music and beautiful lyrics to a whole new level. It's just like when I discovered "Mad World," by Gary Jules.

(I also think that Adam Lambert sings that particular song better, although Jules has a better music video.)

Sometimes, I wonder—do I like a song more because of its lyrics, or because of its sound? I mean, I love "Satellite" mostly because of the line, "You're half a world away, but in my mind I whisper every single word you say." On the other hand, I love Rain's "Love Story" despite not knowing what the lyrics mean. And then there are songs like Enya's "Only Time," which I absolutely love, both lyrically and musically.

(Richard Marx's "Boy Next Door," which I have linked before, is another song with amazing melody and lyrics.)

Maybe I'm just spending too much time on Youtube. I mean, without a "loop" option, I'm constantly tempted to try out new songs, thus increasing the list of songs I like at an alarming rate. Using Pandora when I'm lazy also doesn't help.

Other Odd Happenings (OOHs):

After repeated pleas (from the majority, if not all, of my gym class), our gym teacher has decided to replace the yoga videos with Tae Bo ones instead. So, instead of stretching at almost impossible angles, we have adopted a punching/kicking workout. It's fun—well, until Double Time. That's Blank's term for "do those really complicated moves that I just taught you but in half the time that I took to showed you how to do them."

Really, really fun.

I have to say, this is much better than what would otherwise have been in store for us—more fitness center equipment workouts (or more commonly known as: stick to one equipment and pretend you're doing something). And since this is my last quarter with the physical part of gym (wow, I can't believe it's finally almost over), I (hopefully) won't ever have to go back to the fitness center again.

But with my luck, you can never tell for sure.

Later on, in English, I asked Mogley, "Did lacrosse season start already?"

"Yeah," he said. "Why?"

"Oh, our gym class is in the wrestling room right now, and a lot of people are playing with the lacrosse sticks lying around the room, so I thought that lacrosse season probably started."

"Wait, they're touching the lacrosse sticks?"

"Yeah."

"I spent FOREVER making sure my stick is placed just right," Mogley said. "If anyone moves it, I will hunt them down."

"Well, how will you know who they are?"

"I will lift the fingerprints off and personally hunt them down."

And I thought the weird guys were only limited to Dino and Mario. I shrugged, and as English was the last period today, and the bell had already rung, I got up and left. Mogley stayed behind to finish a 6x6 sudoku.

(Matt, who sits next to me in stat, always brings crossword puzzles and sudoku games to class and does them instead of work. One time, he shared a sudoku with me that he had only filled in a couple of numbers, and I started filling in numbers so fast he couldn't even keep up. Ever since, he's been trying to perfect the art of fast sudoku solving. I think it's been detrimental to his grasp of stat knowledge. I also think that the fact that I use a complicated elimination method to solve sudoku puzzles and that I can scan several lines and be aware of multiple numbers at the same time means I have spent way too much time on this game. I blame Opera Widgets for this entirely.)

Been talking to myself forever, and how I wish I knew me better. Still sitting on a shelf and never never seen the sun shine brighter, and it feels like me on a good day.—"On a Good Day," OceanLab

P.s.: Oh dear, Dino's gaining ground against Argon in the label-war. ("Did I tell you about that time when Argon—yeah, uh... I don't know how he's going to win this.")