What were you listening to when…?

Come on Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners when I crashed my car after a late night of filming when I was at USC School of Cinema-Television.

Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O’Connor came on as my first date with my High School boyfriend was ending, but instead of driving me home, we cruised around the neighborhood until the song was over.

Man, I feel like a Woman! By Shania Twain – I listened to this song non-stop to and from my first administrative job interview in the Entertainment Business (prior to that, I fancied myself a post production diva, but sadly, the solitude of editing was not for me). BTW, I ended up landing the job in April 1999 and worked for that company for 4 years going from assistant to manager.

I Want It That Way by Take That – Heard this one playing on the radio after I kicked my college boyfriend out of my house for wanting to go all the way when I wasn’t ready (okay, I thought G-d would kill me if I “did it”, my Mom was super good at the “You should be a virgin when you get married” thing).

Writing

I have been more or less keeping a journal from the time I was in Junior High School. My favorite teacher, Mrs. C gave me a pretty flowered lined paper journal. I didn't really have a clear idea of whether I wanted a "Dear Diary" accounting of my adolescent trials and tribulations, but I did know that I wanted to record some of the things I was going through so I could gain perspective and maybe even a little distance from the chaos of life. It proved to be a calming practice, but leaves around the irritating evidence of one's foibles in acid-free black and white.

I'm not sure why in recent years I only seem to write when I am angry or depressed, for some reason it helps me get the negative emotions out of my head where they rattle around endlessly. Maybe it is the clarity or just the feeling of being justified in my upset even if it is only for an audience of one. I'd like to take a creative writing class, but seem to have every excuse in the book as to why I don't. Reading is my real passion, but I think I have something to say that other's would want to read...guess I need to stop procrastinating.