This is the day my life will surely change

I've been trying to find out who sings this song from this dockers commercial and I finally found it...it's called This is the Day by a band called The The. Hence the title.

I'm not feeling so well today. I couldn't for the life of me pull myself out of bed today...I can't even count how many times I said to myself "just 10 more minutes". Everything would be perfect if I always had just 10 more minutes....times 10.

Friday night I went out w/ my friend Michele and met up w/ a friend of hers from work. Original plan- have a few drinks and call it an early night (I planned on hiking the next morning). What actually happened- drank five too many and stayed out until wee hours of the morning (Thus, no hiking the next day). In the hours that passed b/w the bar closing and me getting back to my apt, I spent my time making up songs about celebrities and other stuff I can't quite recall while Dave (Michelle's coworker) played the guitar... and in my state of intoxication I became convinced that we were the next big thing, music/comedy wise. Sure, I can't sing (in fact, I sound like either elephants making love or being tortured, I feel like they might sound the same in both situations) and Dave only knows one chord (maybe more, maybe he just didn't want to show off), but that's not going to stop us, oh no, not the defiant ones (or at least me, I think Dave might have been humoring me w/ his encouragement). So, that's kind of where we left it until the next night when we talked about possible band names (so far I've contributed titles that have recieved little response- "Drop it like it's hot" and "The ambiguously awesome duo") and t-shirts (Randy, this is where you will come in) and maybe even adding a bongo player and then finally we actually talked about maybe writing songs. I suggested a song about famous people's siblings, mainly b/c I don't care for Hailey Duff and I feel the best way to express my feelings would be through my music (ha ha ha...my music, oh man). And then Dave threw out the idea of adding Sylvester Stallone's brother Frank as well...so maybe out of these ideas a masterpiece will emerge. Or maybe I'll lose interest in a few days like I do with most things (anyone remember two weeks ago when I was a writer?)

And on to Sunday (skipping Saturday b/c I just slept all day, nothing to tell really), when I spent the day shopping on Melrose with Lisa and came to yet another one of my conclusions: I'm too fat for LA. Now, I'm not saying I'm fat, b/c I'm not, it's just a fact (I'm not in denial, but believe what you will), but compared to most of the girls I saw shopping alongside me, I literally looked like a cow. Well, not literally, but I did avoid black and white patterns so as not to invite the comparison. There are just several items that are in every store I went into (b/c every store on Melrose is the same...the only way to distinguish one from the other is by choice of window dressing) that look absolutely terrible on anyone who doesn't look like Mary Kate...and you know what, I don't want to look like her. She's anorexic! What is attractive about that? Please, somebody tell me. B/c I saw so many clones on Sunday I just wanted to shake them (not too hard though, I might break them) and say "Eat something!!!" Just so you know this rant isn't masquerading any feelings of jealousy b/c I can't dress like Sienna Miller or newly anorexic (welcome to the club...you'll love it here!) Nicole Richie. No, I don't envy them in the least. B/c when I die (and it won't be from a heart attack brought on by malnutrition or mass quantities of coke to keep me thin) I won't regret not having that cookie or that piece of pizza (I tell myself this when eating cookies or pizza). Or who knows, maybe they just have really high metabolisms and I'm taking out my anger over something else (the fact that I can't just get by on my personality) on them. I guess I really shouldn't care so much, but what else do I have to b*tch about, really? If I didn't complain about them, then I'd actually have to take a look at my life and face the fact that I'm struggling for change while at the same time trying to keep everything the same. It's time to grow up, to be responsible, to pay my bills on time, to stop spending money when I don't have it, to work instead of playing on this blog. Wait, how did I get to this from a story that began about shopping on a Sunday?
R.