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merely talk

rantings and ravings with little cohesion and plenty of pretension

 

Love is in the air!

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.

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Anonymous Anonymous Says:

You're allowed to be shallow as long as you're funny. Which you are.

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

Oh no, now all my potential stalkers will see my first and last name in the same place on the internet.

The last blog I commented on belonged to somebody from rugby, and they call me Dunbar there. Apparently my computer auto-filled in "Dunbar" and I didn't notice until after it was posted. Oops. But it's Amanda to you.

 
 
Blogger J-Bird Says:

Yay! Now mine can have a friend!

 
 
Blogger Unknown Says:

I'm very happy for you; will you be celebrating anniversaries? ;)

 
 
Blogger Unknown Says:

I forgot...
I would like to say that I like mainstream music too. And I think it's OK. Maybe better than OK.

 
 
Blogger The Chairman Says:

TESSARACT
Good job on the iPod, we all knew you could do it. Ring ring, why don't you give me a call?
Abba songs are always the most persuasive.

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

YES. everyone must have an ipod.

Speaking of mainstream stuff, I emailed you about the comic scans- did you not get the email?

-J
jcbegley@shaw.ca

 

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