I Can Kill You With My Brain

As I’ve mentioned on this blog, my Facebook, and my Twitter, Spring 2009 has not been the best when it comes to weather.  We are still getting nights where the temperature drops to near freezing.  The days rarely get above 55 degrees.  And when they do, they go flying up to 82 degrees for one afternoon and then come crashing back down to 50 degrees the next day.  That kind of rapid weather change usually brings me a stuffed up head and the potential for a cold.  Sunny days are few and far between, with most of them being overcast, cloudy, gray, and raining.  I am not a fan of Spring 2009.

However, always looking for the bright side, I have found that there is one advantage to the cold, dreary spring.  While looking through my closet full of clothes on Sunday, I noticed that I have several sweatshirts that I didn’t wear at all in the past six months.  Even though I like all of those sweatshirts, they never made it into the rotation and have just hung, all lonely and not-worn, in my closet since the winter of 2007-2008.  With a few more days of weather forecast to be dreary and in the 50s to 60s, I made it a goal to wear as many of those sweatshirts as possible before summer arrives.

I’m on Day 2 of Sweatshirtageddon 2009.  Today I’m rocking a navy blue Old Navy sweatshirt.  It’s very soft and comfy and deserved to be much better represented during the cold winter we just experienced.  After a brief hiatus on Wednesday when I will wear something nicer for a dinner with my parents and girlfriend, Sweatshirtageddon 2009 returns powerfully on Thursday with another neglected sweatshirt from the back of my closet.

Let’s hope I don’t discover some other neglected clothes and feel the need for Hammer-Pantsageddon 2009 to occur this summer.

Back in January, I purchased a new iPod because I had just about filled up my current iPod.  While I still had room for the occasional new disc that I would get, I didn’t have any room for my much more eclectic back catalog of music.  With the exception of the bands that I’m still listening to, barely anything that I listened to in high school and college was on my iPod.

Despite getting the new iPod nearly 4 months ago, I finally started ripping those older CDs onto the computer and then up to the iPod the other night.  A weekend adventure with a significant amount of time in the car with my girlfriend led to the discovery that even though I have the music, a lot of the music that we both like was not on my iPod.  That was the motivation I needed to finally tackle the chore of putting a few dozen more discs onto my new iPod.  I knew it was going to be a task, but I didn’t realize it was going to be such an eye-opener.

I have a lot of music that I didn’t realize I had.  I have a lot of M.C. Hammer discs.  Ditto on D.J. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.  I have the extremely popular (at one time) Ace of Base disc.  I have a whole bunch of compilation CDs from some local radio personalities that I can no longer stand to listen to.  I have more country CDs than I thought I did.  I have a Celine Dion album.

And for the most part, they are all going on the iPod.  I liked them at one time and I probably still like something about them now.  If anything, I can listen to the songs and treat them as “blast from the past” moments.  The nostalgia will run thick as I listen to the same tunes that helped me to get through the more formative years of my life.  And who doesn’t want to reminisce about the fun times and awkwardness of adolescence and puberty?

On Saturday night I chaperoned a Post Prom with my girlfriend and a couple friends of mine.  Seeing that it was Prom, three of the four of us dressed up to the nines for the occasion.  I purchased a whole new outfit including shirt, tie, and dress pants.  My girlfriend agonized for the better part of the week to find the perfect dress for the Post Prom, which was also doubling as our first formal event together.  Saturday night comes along, we slide into our new fancy clothes, and arrive at Post Prom…

Only to discover that it was a non-formal event.  All of the students had changed out of their formal wear and into comfier clothes after the main prom dance.  Technically, we dressed up and stressed over the whole wardrobe thing for nothing.  We would have been just fine showing up in jeans and nicer tops.  However, I wouldn’t change anything about the evening.  Yes, we were way over-dressed, but we were the finest looking people there.  I was dashing in my new shirt and tie and my girlfriend was simply stunning in her dress.

Plus, we now have a great little story about how non-formal our first formal event was.