i wonder if there is a word to describe the hazy thoughts and senseless mutterings that i have everyday while pressing the snooze button every eight minutes. . .
i hope i'm not alone in this experience, but every day, while my alarm clock is beeping away right when it should, i hit the snooze button within the first few seconds of hearing it. every time. without fail. while i do do this with hopes of gleaning just eight more solid minutes of sleep, this never really pans out.
see once my alarm has gone off, i'm never really awake, but i'm never really asleep either. i'm stuck in this in between stage where nothing makes sense and everything makes sense at the same time. i'm caught in between reality and dreamworld. real occurrences intertwine with dreamscapes but it always takes me awhile to figure it out.
i think there should be a word to describe this, in fact, there probably is . . . lil help?
you know what i absolutely love? driving around when the weather is nice and it's noon. yes, noon. the reason for noon you ask? simple, the "high noon hot mix" or whatever name each radio station gives to this phenomenon.
i don't know when it started or who started the trend, but the quick mix at noon is probably the greatest hour of radio ever. for those who aren't familiar, here's a quick run-down:
many radio stations, predominantly hip hop or top 40 stations, have one of their DJs (actual DJs, not the ones who talk about their children and their dog and layman's politics in the mornings) spin whatever they want for an hour every day at noon. now this is unique because the playlist is no longer inhibited by the constraints of popular culture, the billboard hot 100, or even the square executives in the boss's office.
for a pure hour each day, you can hear a good DJ spinning his [or her] favorite tracks and getting really really creative while doing it. the other day i heard billy squier's "the stroke" mixed in with 50 cent "magic stick." now if you've heard both of these songs, you're thinking: what?! and it definitely was weird, but somehow this DJ worked out a mix of 80s rock and 2003 pop hip hop . . . and it made it sound gooooood.
man i miss blogging, let's hope my internet doesn't kick out . . .
