Lost Girl

No, it's not a new emo-laden craze. It's the girls' version of the lost boys (J.M. Barrie forgot us. Dick.) Basically, a lost boy is a boy who has found his way to never never land and lives there forever fighting pirates and clock-ingesting crocodiles, chilling with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and also, there are mermaids. Yeah. I'm thinking I'd like a piece of that.

Who wants to grow up? It's boring, it's tedious, it's heartbreaking. Screw that! Since I've "grown up" (I'll counter that statement in a minute) I've had to pay bills, become responsible for my finances, get jobs, wear "normal" clothing, and wake up before noon. Not awesome. I would much rather prefer to play all day with no consequences. But, truthfully, as my grandmother always said, you're only as old as you feel. (She felt 25 until the day she died. Go g-ma!) So, in some ways, I'm still about 12. Awkward, weird, goofy, loud, hyper, ridiculous, and full of cute but kinda sad goals and aspirations that will never come true. In other ways, I'm about 65, with chronic back pain, and weird patches of dry skin, and my "damn you young kids and your rap music" attitude. Wtf?

Most days, I'm tweenie awkwardness. I argue (though now, with myself instead of my parents) about when bedtime is. I still harbor the secret belief that one day I will be either a rock star or an actress. (Yep. I so just admitted that.) And I still get mad butterflies in my stomach and a wicked fast hearbeat when I see someone I think is cute. (Sa-woon!) The mean old lady half of me tries to beat her way out every now and again, but I'm pretty good at suppressing her. (Wow, this all sounds like an episode of United States of Tara...)

Though, that being said, I'm pretty stoked that I'm not actually 12 year old me... For many reasons. Namely, the music. I was a raging Hanson fan at 12. I wallpapered my bedroom with their pictures from Tiger Beat, I swore to my uncle that I would call them my favorite band forever, and apparently, I once told my mother that they were going to be bigger than the Beatles. Yeah. That all happened. Now, I like a much wider and, er, better range of music. (But I can probably still sing you every word of "Weird" if you play it for me.) I'm not a snob about my music, per se. I'll give everything a chance, but I definitely have my preferences. Truthfully, there are only two genres that I'll almost always say no to. One, gangster rap. And, ok, I'll admit it, just about any rap/r&b song. It's just not my cup of tea. No, my head won't explode if you force me to listen to 50 Cent, but I promise you, I will be glaring at you the entire time. The other is modern country. Again, there are a few exceptions, but I'm never going to want to listen to Toby Keith. It's just not going to happen. Oddly enough, however, classic country (Merle Haggard, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn) is totally my bag. As goes with my age, I'm also not a huge fan of current pop music. Lady Gaga does nothing for me, not to speak of the evil Bieber. *shudder* I'm a fan of all kinds of random bands. Thrice is a big favorite. Everything from industrial rage soundtrack to ethereally haunting pieces, this band makes my soul happy. Another fave, Gogol Bordello, is self-described as gypsy punk and it is amazing.

Realistically, this is going to go a lot quicker if I just read off the bands in my recently played file on my iPod, so... Yeah. Lots of variety there. A few farcical comedy groups (The Lonely Island, Conchords, Infant Sorrow), a LOT of 70s rock (Beatles, Stones, The Who, Styx, Journey, Zepplin, Queen), Some punk (Ramones, The Clash, Adam and the Ants, and I'm going to lump Gogol in here), Some ladies with beautiful voices (Adele, Kina Grannis, Amy Winehouse), Some Delicious Grunge-y goodness (Everclear (No apologies. Fell in love with them in 7th grade and haven't looked back since. So Much for the Afterglow & Sparkle and Fade make my favorite albums by anyone ever list.)), some emo/hardcore/anger yummy-ness (Dance Gavin Dance, Enter Shikari, Brand New) and a whole lot of random. (Matisyahu, Mumford and Sons, Cake, No Artist (but upon inspection, this appears to be several disney songs. Yup. Told you: 12.), T.M. Revolution (They do the first season theme song to my fave anime.. Shut up! I'm a nerd!), Awolnation, the aforementioned Thrice, Hugo, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess OST, The Black Keys, some random, no artist bluegrass, and Metric.) So... that's the playlist of a crazy person. Maybe that's what I should have titled this post. "Playlists of INSANITY!" Well, it's not far off. Putting my ipod on shuffle will resort in a lot of painful side effects. (Not the least of which is speaking Japanese, as I have an entire Japanese language course on there. God, I love technology. Dattebayo!)

Well, this has been fun, random, and a bit like the ramblings of a shizophrenic off their meds, but I need to go. I have to do the "Grown Up" thing and take my laundry over to my parents' house. Because I'm an adult.

Toodles!

---Alamo