Apartment 403

So, I have Internet. Hello Internet, yes, I’ve missed you too.

I’ve spent the better part of the last week settling into my new apartment and shopping for all manner of necessary but rather boring things. I’m pretty happy with the way things are thus far, except perhaps for the notable lack of seats.

This was fixed today when my futon showed up. Today feels sort of important. It is the first day of classes, the last day of the week allotted to me to “settle in” and the beginning of the time where I have to start being serious. Helpfully, the futon did in fact show up. It doesn’t quite tie the room together like a rug, but it does help a lot.

And starting today, and due mostly to the fact that I have been here a week now, apartment 403 feels like home. There are still things to buy to round it out (I need a dish strainer and something to stand on when I get out of the shower) but my things are here and I’ve learned how to live in this space. To a very large extent, I’ve learned how to clean this space, and what it takes to navigate it. I’m comfortable alone here. It feels right.

I will however, look forward to the ability to cook more than two eggs on my stovetop.

Crazy

I LOVE this song. It doesn't matter where, when, or what has just happened, hearing this song always makes me feel better. I can listen to this song on repeat for hours, and still love it. Trust me. I've done it. It doesn't fix my problems, but it helps me get to a place of inner peace, where everything is easier to deal with. There are plenty of other songs that I love, some that make me feel happy, and even a few others that I can listen to with such frequency- but "Crazy" is the best.

There are many covers of "Crazy". This is fact.

Ray Lamontagne's cover is the only good cover. This is opinion, but I believe it so wholeheartedly, it might as well be fact. O.O

I don't like this one. Sorry Nelly.



I'm not sure about this one. It's beautiful, but it doesn't have vocals, AND isn't entirely done on the violin.



I love P!nk, and this cover isn't bad... but it doesn't evoke the same qualtiy within me as Gnarles' and Lamontagne's versions do.



This is the first time I've heard this cover, and I like it, but I think it is a bit slow. It lacks some of the urgency that I find in the original. I like that the music is recognizable, but unique.



O.O



My comments of Shira Gavrielov are very similar for those of Katie Noonan, except I feel she lacks passion. Something.



egh, It is very poppy. What's with the scratchy record sound? Maybe this just isn't song girls should sing?



And of course, if anyone is going to make me eat my words, it is Cat Power. So there's that. And by That, I mean, she's amazing. I wish the quality was better, it was longer, she had a little more music behind her, but regardless, it has everything it needs. I'm going to stop while I'm ahead.

Edit: I found another one.



Gnarles, Ray and Mz Power still win my heart.

Not Posting

Here's the thing about time spent not posting: it tends to breed.

I returned home from Rollercon with every intention of posting a nice blog post about all the cool shit I did in Vegas and how none of it involved running from the cops, banned substances or large mammals. Well, that's mostly true.

And I started a post, I really did, and then the internet lost it for me, and I just didn't have the energy to write all the same ideas twice. That was what, two weeks ago?

I've since had my wisdom teeth taken out, gotten sick, and worked a lot. I've, on numerous occasions, thought "I should write a blog about this" and you know what? Yeah, you know.

It didn't happen.

So here I am, laying on my parents' couch, my head full of goo, three days away from stepping foot onto the east coast once more, and I'm writing a blog post now. Why? Because I should be packing.

On the bright side, however, I have signed a lease for an apartment, received the keys for said apartment in the mail, and ordered a futon couch and a sewing machine for aforementioned apartment. So that's awesome.