I wonder if it's a good idea. Probably not. It's just that I've been trying to keep track of what makes me happy, or at least prevents me from grimacing. Then I try to remember to do those things to stave off melancholy, which I have a tendency toward. Expensive, ready-made orange juice in a gallon-sized jug is one of the things that makes me happy. Exercise is not on my list but listening to music is. It improves my mood. And it's simple and easy to do (unlike stupid exercise, which does NOT improve my mood). I have an Ipod now and my new thing is to just wear it. All the time. I'm wondering if this is a good idea.
There are some safety issues involved of course because I can't hear if my kids are crying, or what they are doing, or what they are asking me for. On the upside, yesterday I had Ewan McGregor from Moulin Rouge murmuring in my ear all day. Let's talk about Ewan for just a second. Obi Wan is cool, but he's not appealing, as they say, because of the hair. Big Fish is one of my favorite movies and I think Rodney Copperbottom is sort of cute but everything else is just so much water under the bridge before and after MOULIN ROUGE! I will go on record as a Moulin Rouge lover. I own the soundtrack and the DVD (it was a gift, but I specifically requested it). So what if the special features of said DVD have caused my affections to cool for real-life Ewan McGregor? So what if the special features of said DVD confirmed my suspicions that real-life Ewan McGregor wears lifts in his shoes? Nicole Kidman is pretty tall. What it all boils down to is Ewan's slight underbite--that's what it is, by the way. It makes him seem just a little eager to please and makes you like him so much.
So now you know that I just really love Moulin Rouge. I don't know why but I do. It thrills me to see Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor trying so hard--singing, dancing. I mean, Come on! There's a fine line between trying so hard that you make people feel uncomfortable (like me trying to talk to the Beehives at Girl's camp) and trying just hard enough to make a wonderful, magical movie.
When I was listening to Moulin Rouge on my IPod I realized I was singing out loud. Out loud headphone singing is one of the coolest things you can do. Listen, I go throughout the whole day with pretty much no one seeing me or caring what I do so what's the difference? Come on! As I was singing along to Ewan and Nicole's secret song I imagined some sort of karaoke situation wherein I might actually perform the song. Have I ever done karaoke? No. Would I? Perhaps. It was a half-baked sort of "daydream." I sing Ewan's part. I don't know why. My mom has taught me otherwise. Example: Neil Diamond sings, "You are the sun, I am the moon, you are the words, I am the tune, play me." Simultaneously my mom sings, "I am the sun, you are the moon, I am the words, you are the tune, play me," creating a romantic duet between them.
At any rate, this IPod-singing-karaoke-imagining dealio has put me smack dab in the middle of a situation which is dangerously close to one that I have been denying for years--that of pretending to make a music video while I'm listening to music. My little sister always accuses me of this. She also accuses me of not being sentimental, and maybe she's right. Incidentally, talking to said little sister every day was the other thing on my list that made me in a good mood. She just moved to Arizona. Oh, it's not like they don't have phones there. Come on!