Yesterday was a fairly perfect day. I headed to E.Lansing to hang out with some girlfriends for a day of chick-flicks, Guinness Steak Pie and manicure/pedicures. I was so relaxed by the time I got home that I failed to get started on homework until later than anticipated, which meant that I was up later than anticipated, which meant that I woke up later than anticipated -- can we see where this is going?

As I'm getting ready to leave for class in a few minutes, I decided to throw together a random mix cd because I'm getting a bit tired of my audio books ("Dr. Zhivago" and "The GOogle Story" are the ones I'm flipping back and forth on right now. Dr. Zhivago is depressing because it's well, Dr. Zhivago and "The Google Story" because I calculated that Page&Brim are one year younger than me and they changed the world. Nothing makes one feel worthless like discovering that the founders of Google have changed teh course of the world while I'm still in freakin' graduate school.) and XM/Sirius merger has fucked my channel lineup with crap. Lucy, Fred and Ethel have become Lithium, Alt Nation and some other crap and the music is bad. XM Chill has also gone to pot. My beloved 89X out of Detroit has gone to pot as well -- I'm not sure how a station can qualify themselves as "New Rock Alternative" as when I listened to them last week on the way home, the average age of the songs was 3-5 years. Hello corporate, adult, guitar based alternative music. Goodbye new and bleeding edge good stuff.

Anyway, the CD is not the usual fare that I put together with precision and care, just a hodgepodge heavy on REM, Elbow, Bloc Party, The Smiths, New Order and Joy Division. A few poppy songs to brighten my day are also on there as well. And Girl Talk. That should be an hours worth of pop if there was any. :) In short, despite the plethora of new music I've been purchasing as of late of new and good bands, I always turn to the same mopey, depressing, back of hand stapled to the forehead stuff. I blame The Smiths -- I should have never bought "The Sound of The Smiths" -- but I did because yes, I needed 12", 7" and John Peel versions of various songs. Listening to The Smiths for the last few days has turned me into a mope monster. FEH. And I hate being mopey - waste of good energy.

I'm in a mood. I don't like it when I get into these moods, but these moods usually run prevalent during the winter months as I rage against hating the entire world and wanting to run off to the Highlands and living a quietly, solitary life while tending sheep.