Tramps Like Us

24 tunes for the year I was 24 (in chronological order):

1. Call Me Maybe--Carly Rae Jepson
so many summer runs
2. Starships--Nicki Minaj
singing with/at the kids at camp
3. I Won't Give Up--Peter Hollens coverin' Mraz
Chicago afternoons
4. Comfort and Joy--Bat Boy
numba one biking tune
5. Born to Run--Bruce Springsteen
writing and directing pump-up/read Battle Royale this year
6. Dancing on My Own--Robyn
so much belting on my scooter, dancing in my bedroom
7. Internet Friends--Knife Party
lots of scary stories/houses this fall
8. Payphone--Maroon 5
so much ironic singing with Dizz during Trel's wedding weekend
9. God Bless the USA--Lee Greenwood
curtain call of the play I was in
10. Sweetie--Carly Rae Jepson
feely-goodest jam of 2012
11. We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together--Taylor Swift
singing on Thanksgiving with my sistah, on Disney roadtrip with Hill
12. Perfect Day--Hoku
24 was a year of (mostly) just being HAPPY
13. Never Quite Free--Mountain Goats
John D in concert, this ditty is so inspiring
14. Red--Taylor Swift
listened to this in LA morning of improv Regionals
15. Holland Road--Mumford and Sons
rough winter, but emerged with hope
16. BedRock--Young Money
I dunno why I got into this again!?
17. (What A) Wonderful World--Sam Cooke
ah yes, forever stuck in my head after watching Witness EVERY SEMESTER
18. Starlight--Muse
Hearts.
19. Barbara Ann--The Beach Boys
the sing-a-long of choice for my improv team
20. Come Back When You Can--Barcelona
so much gratitude for the best people in my life
21. Hang with Me--Robyn
Coke Rats Number One Hit! (and only)
22. Totally F*cked--Spring Awakening
anthem for finals obvi
23. Call Your Girlfriend--Robyn
screamed this during Muffy's entire vizz
24. Synesthesia--Andrew McMahon
I mean, new Andy, you know?

Last Year's List: 23

And you tell her that the only way her heart will mend
is when she learns to love again.

Newborns

And I say things like "Hey, mang," which isn't even a word, but it is. And friends mumble "thsorry" with a lisp a la Penelope, and we all know it. We all know it so much that people who don't know know it because of people who do.

"Call Me Maybe" gets stuck in my head at least once a day. If I were to sing half a line from the jam at basically anytime anywhere, the probability of someone finishing the tune is pretty stinkin' high. The Olympic swim team made a music video based on the song. Obama has commented on it. 

And, yet, the notes squished together in that particular syncopation didn't exist just one year ago.

Getting Small

Things keep getting smaller.
I am aware of this, but
I am also powerless
to theses things that expand--wait--no, it's not things keep getting smaller.
It's that I do.
And my things do.
Because things keep getting bigger
actually.
And crowding out
things
that now feel so small.

Easter place setting. 2012.

Meanwhile, there's a meat industry.

Also, meanwhile,

I just want to sing "Call Me Maybe" on repeat.

Maybe have an all "Call Me Maybe" aerobic funk jazzercise class.

Before you came into my life I missed you so bad.

I missed you so bad.

I missed you so so bad.