November has tied me to an old dead tree.

So I really like this whole using lyrics to title my posts. So much that, as is evidenced in my recent posts, I am often posting things just to post the titles even when I have little or nothing to say. This one is generally to showcase these particular lyrics because this song is so great and the lyrics stand alone fantastically.
November-Tom Waits

No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone

No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all

November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November's cold chain

Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November

See what I mean? Now, it should also be mentioned that while I was reading these back to myself just now I started to smell the stink of alcohol. Something like the smell of beer spilled on myself the night before and I slept in the same clothes and I wake up and the smell of that sweet beer smell is now making me ill. Is it the song that made me smell that? Or is someone sitting near me who is drenched in yesterday's beer?

Funny story. One time when I lived in Humboldt, after I had broken up recently with a boyfriend, I went out on the town with a bunch of people I barely new. You know, getting "out there" and what not. Anyway there was this very earnest young man who got drunk and told me how much he loved me because of some play he'd seen me in and then he spilled an entire pint of beer on me. Man I felt bad for that guy. And guess what I smelled like the next morning? Too bad he had a girlfriend or we'd probably be married now. I am such a sucker for flattery. Especially flattery mixed with horrible humiliation. That is my favorite kind.

And speaking of earnest young men, I'm going to see The Importance of Being Earnest tonight at the Shakespeare festival with one of my English classes. I'm pretty excited. I haven't been to see anything there since last year at about this time. I feel really guilty about not going to see more plays there but it is really expensive. I've got some leads on some jobs and some of them are pretty high paying awesome part time jobs. For one of them I would be making almost as much as I did at my full time job in half the time. What could be better than that? Nothing.

Popso and I are also going to go see some Irish music show here on campus on Saturday night. See how much more cultured I am than you?