What every girl wants

My room situated in one of the four corners of the second floor (third if you count the basement as a floor); right in the front. I have two windows: one on the side of the house and one on the front. The side window looks out onto the roof of our first-story garage right next door. The front window looks out to our walkway up to the porch and the driveway that leads up to that garage I just mentioned.

On Friday I decided that I would not be attending our optional Saturday practice the next day. I made up my mind to sleep-in that day instead.

Like clockwork, Saturday morning I woke up at 8:00 without the help of an alarm (which I had promptly turned off the night before). I was pissed. I rolled over and fell asleep again.

I woke up the next time to “Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” and heard the sound of quick footsteps on the pavement in my driveway just below me. It took me a second to clear away the dreamy haze around my thoughts to decipher the meaning behind the shout and the footfalls. When I realized what was happening, I jumped right out of bed and ran downstairs. My dad beat me to the door, and just beyond it stood a group of boys covered in rainwater and showing it off on their naked upper bodies.

“Where’s Emily?!?” they called.

“She’s sleeping,” my dad replied.

“Umm…no I’m not!” I said and then stepped outside to confront my visitors.

The whole cross country team was beaming at me as I stood there in my sleeping shorts, old stained Super 8 shirt, and extreme bedhead (but, what did I care?). Kevin (the one who yelled the thing about Rapunzel) lifted me up to wake me up and left me soaked from the water on his body. They had run all the way from the school up to my road and figured they might as well drop in and say hi to me. Before they all ran off, I grabbed my boyfriend and kissed him.

I woke up to a group of shirtless boys standing on my front porch looking for me. That’s probably what every girl wants to wake up to in the morning. It sure did brighten my day considerably.

Someday monkey won’t play piano song

If you don’t already know, I am a huge fan of The Beatles. Listening to their music is like traveling back in time. I can Imagine myself wearing bell bottom pants and listening to their records with friends. I would probably have had crazy curly hippie hair that makes me look like I’m a Dizzy Miss Lizzy. I really should have been a kid back when my parents were kids. I probably would have fit in better.

When I’m making dinner or cleaning the kitchen, what do I do? I click on my playlist called “Oldies” and Let It Be. Mixed in with The Beatles (A LOT of The Beatles) is Cheap Trick, Foreigner, The Knack, REO Speedwagon, Simon & Garfunkel, Styx, Supertramp, Triumph and Yes. This collection of Oldies is NOTHING compared to what I have up in my room. I have piles and piles of old records that I dug up from our basement. Instead of make-up on the shelf at my mirror table-thing, I have a row of probably 50-100 records (and they are organized in alphabetical order, of course!). All of these are the ones I listen to. There are even more beneath this shelf in my record player’s box. Those are the ones I have yet to let my ears listen to. It’s getting better all the time.

Before I listened to this music, I knew absolutely nothing about it. So, when I was little and watched an episode of The Powerpuff Girls (which I have on tape) entitled “Meet The Beat-Alls,” the only reference to The Beatles that I recognized was when Blossom yelled out “Hey, Jude!” Now I watch that episode and pick up on nearly every Beatles reference hidden inside. My favorite one? When Mojo Jojo robs the bank with The Beat-Alls and says “Give me money – that’s, what I want.”

The references are endless. Nearly every Beatles song is incorporated somehow. “I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends,” “Michelle,” “Hello Goodbye,” “Nowhere Man” and “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” are only a few of the many mentioned. When I was little I didn’t quite appreciate the genius behind this episode of The Powerpuff Girls. I am finally able to totally and completely recognize and decipher every hint.

All I need is love, and I absolutely love The Beatles. I wish I could have had the opportunity to see them live in concert. Here is part of that episode:

Here is the whole episode for people that won’t recognize the references:

It all started with a record player

A few weeks ago, I bought myself a record player. I was ecstatic to find it at such a good price, and was beaming as I walked out of the store with the box in my arms.

When we got home, I immediately took it into the Living Room and set it up. My parents taught me how to use it and to be careful not to jump around whilst listening to it. My mother and I ventured into the cave (our basement) to retrieve some of their old records to bring back some of the past. We carried armload after armload upstairs to the Living Room and left them in stacks all around the room. I left the ones I bought earlier that day (Coheed & Cambria and a Fueled By Ramen package that were extremely cheap) on the couch and my dad and I had a look-see to pick out what I should listen to first.

I thought my brothers would think it cool for me to have purchased a record player, but they avoided me like I had the plague. They seemed pretty pissed off and jealous that I got to one first and because my parents’ old one needs a new needle thing. Trevor especially because I bought Coheed & Cambria. Because he likes them, I’m not allowed to. Oh well.

My dad sat on the couch as I rifled through stack after stack, holding record after record up seeking his approval. All of the ones with his name written on them were the ones approved – all of the ones with Barbra Streisand on the cover were kept in a pile that I would not listen to. Sorry, mom.

I have discovered a whole new music taste thanks to my record player (though it does have a CD player, radio and iPod hookup included, I tend to listen to records on it more). I found out that I love the bands Sweet, REO Speedwagon (You Can Tune A Piano But You Can’t Tuna Fish), Joan Jett & The Black Hearts, The Knack, Boomtown Rats, Supertramp, Cheap Trick, Pink Floyd, London Town and some Pat Benatar. I still love Escape the Fate, Paramore, Tilly and the Wall, and all of the other bands I have always loved, but I am now broadening my music taste. It’s cool to think that my parents played these records once at the same age I am now. I wish I could go back and meet the teenage versions of them. My mom and I would be identical, and I bet my dad and I would have fun listening to music together – just like we do now.