merely talk

It's love guys. I've never felt this way about anything ever before. The moment I had it in my hands a wave of pure happiness exploded in me. I may have even jumped up and down and squeaked. But only thirty or so people witnessed that particular display, so it's almost like it didn't happen.

So last night, instead of writing my stupid paper on how the media helps reinforce the social construction of gender (snore!) I rediscovered my childhood by going through my CD's and loading songs on to my baby. It really helps that the bulk of my CD's were bought/burned while I was in high school. And man am I still a sucker for a catchy chorus and loud base line. The greatness of the rock ballad is seriously not lost on me. So I've been reliving some pretty awesome moments from high school (yes! they do exist), and playing with all the fun extra's that come with the ipod.

Okay. So I know material objects aren't supposed to give me this much happiness. I know that true happiness is surely found in interpersonal relationships and a true sense of one's self. But the thing is, this ipod and I have bonded more quickly and surely than I have with anyone I've ever met. The ipod doesn't question my somewhat mainstream musical taste. It doesn't have to go to work or class. It can be with me always, providing me with a thousand of my favourite songs of all time (currently we only have 658, but that will change soon I'm sure).

My ipod is my true love. Just call us iTessa.

Labels: Music