Sore Back!!

I have a sore back.
Sitting down gives me a sore back. Is that weird? I think it is. But I have a screwy back. I have a mix between scoliosis and a very small humpback!! I'm going to see the doctor sometime to see what exactly is up. I always look slumped even when I'm standing/sitting straight. Very annoying.

Huh. I'm pissed at the fact that my brother gets to go to Christchurch to stay with my cousin in April. My cousin Steph is one of the people I am closest to on the planet. I've known her my whole life, we're six months apart, I don't get to see her nearly enough and I don't know why my little brother should go to stay with her instead of me. It is NOT FAIR.

I don't really have anything much to say. I will share some things, because I feel like it so nyah.

Here is my Top 25 Most Played Songs. Because you may (or may not) find it interesting.

Animal Nitrate - Suede
Malibu - Hole
Pacifier - Shihad
Buddy Holly - Weezer
Zombie - The Cranberries
All is Love - Karen O and the Kids
Bad Luck - Royal City
Garbadge Man - Hole (and no, that's not spelt wrong, it's deliberate)
You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
Undisclosed Desires - Muse
The Holiday Song - Pixies
Mr. Tambourine Man - Bob Dylan
London Calling - The Clash
There's a Hole in My Heart - Royal City
Focus - Annah Mac
Rape Me - Nirvana
Savior - Rise Against
All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix
Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana
Spacy Basement - Royal City
Shutterbug - Veruca Salt
Boys on the Radio - Hole
Heart of Gold - Neil Young
I Am A Raw Youth - Royal City
Superstar - Sonic Youth

That's a pretty good representation of my music. It's pretty much a list of my favourite songs, but some don't belong and some are missed.

I, personally, love The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger. I know a lot of people hate it. My mum said when I got it, 'Why are you reading that? It's rubbish.' My nan (who bought it for me, at my request, for Christmas) was very surprised that I liked it. I got the impression that Rose didn't think much of it, either. But I loved it. And although I'm not a guy, a particularly disillusioned or rebellious teenager, or someone living in 1950s New York, there was a lot in there that I connected with. Y'know, a lot of stuff that made me go, 'Yeah, I get that!' There was one thing in particular that I really understood/felt, but I'm not sharing that because it's pretty intensely personal. Well, to me it is. A lot of people post some pretty deep shit on their bloggie, but I don't because I kinda feel like it's not neccessary. Suffice it to say that this thing was about Holden's hat. Oh yeah, now you're all sooper dooper confused. 'His hat, Jess, WTF?' Salinger died recently and I thought that was kinda sad, how he wrote one book, then practically became a hermit. He was like 92 though, so I guess he did well.
Um, anywho, the reason I started talking about this was to post this - one of the bits of the book that really got to me was this paragraph. I even copied it into my journal. I do that sometimes, if something really clicks with me and I want to remember it. It's probably the most famous bit of the book (apart from the thing about phonies, which I also got) and it explains the title. And I'm going to share it with you now.

"I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."

It's metaphorical, guys, before you start tellimg me you're confused.

Ta for now.

Today's Quote: "In a real sense, people who have read good literature have lived more than people who cannot or will not read. It is not true that we have only one life to live; if we can read, we can live as many more lives and as many kinds of lives as we wish." -S. I. Hayakawa