Monday, December 5, 2011

What I'm Running To: Make This Go On Forever by Snow Patrol

Fun fact: sometimes when I'm running, I like to pretend that I'm one of those angsty teenagers you see in the movies. You know what I'm talking about, right? When you reach that moment in the film where everything starts to come crashing down on our little heroine and she takes off running. At night. In a rainstorm. With an internal black and white montage to illustrate her struggle (man, I love a good montage!). Then the rain stops. Our protagonist stops running and realizes that she already has everything she needs to fix her life. She just needs to face her fears and put the wheels in motion. Yeah, sometimes I like to pretend that's me. This song provides the perfect soundtrack for an angsty, rainy run. Even if that angsty run is more like a slow jog in the 24 Hour Fitness.

Funner Fact: in searching for a good YouTube video of this song, I learned that this is a very popular song for emo fan videos. Among my favorites are the videos for The X-Files, Grey's Anatomy, and my personal favorite, Firefly's Mal and Inara. 

Funnest Fact: as an angsty tween, I went to not one, but two X-Files conventions. I'm pretty sure that I even met Agent Scully at one of them. No, I did not dress up. Although, this is only because they did not make trench coats small enough for my 4'11" frame. Thank goodness for small miracles. Of course, I would never do something that overtly nerdy now. Unless, of course, someone created a Hunger Games convention, in which case I would be the first in line dressed up as Katniss. Or as a tracker jacker. 

Press play. Have a great week friends! 
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3 comments:

  1. Okay, let's make a convention. Because I NEED to see your tracker jacker suit. So tempting to fly to the states for March...

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  2. Girl, you fly to the states for March and I will totally put on my tracker jacker costume (which may or may not be a sexy bee costume, just sayin) and camp outside the theater with you!

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