Un Autre Update

Happy Frietag, bloggity-followers. So far my day has been mildly entertaining...we voted for Senior Superlatives in homeroom. Interestingly, the same five people were in every category. My favorite was "Most Responsible", as one of the nominees recently had a DUI, or so the rumor goes. This just in- he was featured in The Slammer, a classy publication which prints people's mug shots. Charming. I hope he wins, although I might die of irony poisoning. It's like septicemia. Which is an Anatomy and Physiology ten-point word this week. There have been some fantastic words in that joke of a class this semester. For example, hematopoesis. I lahve this word so much that I attempt to work it into mundane conversation. I have failed thus far.

Something else that has come to pass this week- I dusted off my copy of the Beatles' Abbey Road. Okay, so I've listened to it a million times, but I've gone on a little Beatles hiatus lately. I lent the CD to a friend and upon its return to me, I started to listen to it again. It has been on constant rotation for a week now. I'm really into the song I Want You (She's So Heavy) with its sultry blues influences and grainy prog-rock vocals. It's awesome. Of course, there are better songs on the album, like Come Together, Here Comes The Sun, Maxwell's Silver Hammer, Octopus's Garden, and other such well-touted tracks, but I Want You (She's So Heavy) had so slipped under my radar that I'm really discovering it for the first time, which is an exhilirating feeling, an exhilirating feeling that hasn't happened with the Beatles and I for a long time. I know all their music so well that I rarely find myself discovering it. I believe the last time I discovered a new Beatles song to love was The Ballad Of John and Yoko about two years ago.

They're like an old friend, the Beatles, always picking me up when I'm down, and always there for me. I can always count on the Beatles when new music sucks or I get tired of hearing the same drumkit and electronica that gets so annoying after a while. In my little book of lists currently serving as my diary, I attempted to write a list of my favorite Beatles songs. I couldn't do it. I couldn't even begin. So here's to you, George. Here's to you, Paul. Here's to you, John. And...here's to you, Ringo. And here's to I Want You (She's So Heavy), because it's the last song on which all four of you joined together in the studio as the one special organism that made music history. You Fab Four have always been and will always be the voices on the soundtrack of my life.