It's the year 5.5 slash apple slash 26 million.

I did it. I woke up at 3:00 A.M. to watch all the pre-wedding events and the wedding of Prince William of Wales and Kate Middleton or should I now say: The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I was more interested in it than I expected. I even made tea to celebrate the day. I even watched the Lifetime movie William and Kate the night before.

I loved her dress and seeing the actual wedding was amazing. It was all worth it.

Now I'm watching my first ever episode of Dr. Who. It seems appropriate to start today.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

And the score is ...

I have an obsession with movie soundtracks. Always have, always will. The very first movie soundtrack I got was one for the Disney Channel movie, "Stuck in the Suburbs." If I hear the song "Stuck in the Middle With You" I can instantly remember my first portable CD player. This was back in the day where they were the cost equivelant of an iPod. It was a VERY big deal.

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the the right,
Here I am stuck in the middle with you.

I won't bore you with all the ones in between but sooner or later, I got the Shrek Soundtrack. This is the one that I cannot delete from any mp3 player. No matter how little room is left on it.
I've traveled everywhere with that soundtrack but the memory that sticks out most to me with that particular one is sitting on the floor of my grandparents living room with my old Compaq laptop charging and writing one of the longest stories I've written in my life.
Oh yeah, I write stories. Only I loathe the word "stories." You write "stories" in second grade, when you get older they can't be called stories anymore. I just write things. I live under the impression that whatever you write down is a part of you. It reveals some truth about you that is either blatant or hidden. If you write down "We need milk, bread, sugar and coffee." You're saying something is lacking in your life. If you write down "Then she stayed out all night wandering around the beach without a thought of what had happened." It could be describing an ideal or explain something your heart desires or something your heart would rather forget. Both of those sentences are fictitious as far as I'm concerned, but it could be something in my subconscious willing me to write it. But I already have coffee so thanks.

Back to soundtracks.

The final well I'll mention today is the "How to Deal" soundtrack. "That's When I Love You" by Aslyn was playing the first time I was driving through the city of Rome in a taxi.

When you have to look away
When you dont have much to say
Thats when I love you
I love you, just that way
To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
Thats when I love you
I love you, endlessly.

I can still see the trees and old buildings that had more history behind them than anywhere in my own country.
I also made a point to listen to Michael Bublé's song "Home" while in Rome just so I could hear this:

"Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

These are the types of things I do on a regular basis though. ( Don't say anything but I'm already compiling a playlist of relevant songs for my 2 hour trip to uni in five more months.) Mum's the word!
(I had to throw a little Big Bang Theory humor in there.)

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

Moth Days

There is something about off days that I just hate.
It usually starts with people either yelling or being dense.
Then it morphs into: yes I did forget that homework but can you not interrogate me over it? I was just doing EVERYTHING else. But don't worry about it. Obviously your work is the most important one. I'm so sorry.
Then it turns into: I can barely hold a conversation with this person because every little thing I say is apparently wrong and they feel the incessant need to correct me.
Then suddenly it changes into someone yelling at you: "You can't go to the bathroom! GET OUT OF THE BUILDING" then five squad cars appear, two fire trucks and an ambulance.
Then suddenly: your school is undergoing a bomb threat and they've never even pretended to practice a drill for that so all the teachers huddle in groups outside talking quietly while the kids all try to ask what's going on and they get the response "Don't worry about it."
I'm usually pretty good about letting things roll off my back but when you have every bit of it coming at once, it isn't as easy as it looks.
It's been an eventful and long week and it's really upsetting it isn't over yet. I really wish it was.
Music does help but it isn't the cure. Maybe a late night will help me organize these thoughts into some sort of articulate and cohesive pattern.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam

The Waterworks

I'm that person who sees something and says : "I need to go there!" or I get something into my head and think: "I hope I get that one day."
I'm half dreamer half realist.
I'm not one to jump into anything without thinking and I know I'm very much mortal. I'm more of an over-thinker than anything. Which is as you might guess, a blessing and a curse.
But I can be very enthusiastic about those things I love. How can I illustrate this half dreamer half realist concept to you?
Here: When I was younger, say until about thirteen when I started at my current school, I spent half my time thinking in third person writing a mental story of whatever caught my attention at that moment. This may sound like an exaggeration but I can't tell you how many times I've said out loud "No. Stop. Think in first person." ( Thinking up mental stories is still the only way I can get to sleep if I have insomnia.) The point is, even if I had been thinking about what was actually happening it was in third person. If I had a difficult problem going on, I solved it in third person so I could see it as objectively as possible.
Here are some of the dreams I have right now:
* Spend some time living in another country.
* Have a giant whiteboard in one room of a house I own in the future.
* Buy a house with cash.
* Own a typewriter (I accidentally wrote "own a country." Close.)
* Eat ramen in Japan.
* Own a Nissan Altima
* Get a book bound.
* Go to Harry Potter Wizarding World in Orlando
* Have Butterbeer
* See She & Him live in concert
* Live down the street from a great coffee shop (technically this is sort of true I just don't live as close as I would like to.)
* Visit the Netherlands
* Learn to speak Dutch
* Learn to speak German
* Learn to speak French
* Visit Glasgow and go to a bunch of different concerts there
* Go to Voodoo Doughnuts in Portland
* Pet a panda.

There are lots of others of course. But this will give you a little taste of things I'd like to do/try/have.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam