in a move that most people wouldn't bother considering, i'm downloading the counting crows' cover of big yellow taxi, as well as the original. just for fun, i suppose. i don't really know if cover versions ever do their originals justice [unless it's cake's version of "i will survive"], but i've always believed that cover versions were meant to be done for fun, as opposed to being a band's bread and butter [unless you're boyzone or westlife]. u2 have done umpteen cover versions, but they've all been rawdy, or they've lacked the inclination towards the serious that their predecessors had. and sometimes, i guess that's what it takes. so when i hear vanessa carlton doing her thing on the cover [and that's a terrible choice of a featured artist, she is], it just makes me think about how fun, wild, controversial and special music was way back then. the 80's were fun, the 70's were frivilous, but the 60's were the time when music and a generation came together to get their stories told.

i'm not here to thread on nostalgia. i bumped into this classmate of mine with her boyfriend in carrefour just now...i don't know her name, and we didn't acknowledge each other, but...i keep on bumping into people in carrefour. people my age...it's weird. i would've expected myself to be the guy who'd be doing his thing, having fun in carrefour, shopping...she totally ruined it for me. the other day i was there when i bought the dark angel game, i also bumped into this girl i do know...she was with her friends, and it just annoyed me. i like carrefour because i can have a sort of anonymity; no one knows me, except that i look cool yet new-age male sensitive, holding on to my basket and checking up on prices. these people have ruined what i think about myself when i walk into carrefour, because in a way, they know who i am. it sounds strange, but...

shopping habits aside, today was a good day. i had my advanced stats first test pushed back by a week, meaning that i can still enjoy next friday night...doing nothing. it's just typical. i was so pumped up about having the exam on saturday...and now to learn that it's going to be held on next friday. shambles. i guess that when you make a commitment to work hard, you should keep on it...i usually only find my commitment about a week before any deadline. call me a laggard, cry me a river, but i think that humans perform better under pressure. which was a brilliant queen/david bowie collaboration, may i add. kudos to vanilla ice for sampling the main bassline...brickbats to him for existing. not really...at least he paved the way for white rappers...such as...

eminem. i saw 8 mile. it's not an overly fantastic movie, but i'd suggest that you see it anyway. yes, it sorta is based on his life, but the movie's fun...especially kim basinger. i know her role was meant to be serious, but it looked like fun for her, really...brittany murphy makes the perfect vamp. oh, well.

anyway, the mic kept on going off and coming back again in stats. i sorta respect dr. ben, but it's just annoying in how he won't just get off the mic and speak from the diaphragm. it's not like anybody's going to listen, but at least he'd try, no? the whole issue on whether or not people who try to change things against overwhelming odds was brought up again after seeing that. i don't know why...i guess having lunch with my mother on a sunday at hartz really does raise questions about the existential balance of life on earth.

hallelujah.