Sanctuary

So it’s like 1:30am and the insomnia from the prednisone has struck again.  Now I’m kicking myself in the ass for taking it later in the day than I normally do.  Oh well, might as blog about something or another.

I have to admit, this week was long and kind of shitty.  Class was almost entirely lecture this week which kind of kills you a little bit when you need to try to stay focused for four straight hours.  You kind of just zone out for a minute and then next thing you know you’re a couple slides behind and completely off topic (thank God lectures are recorded).  Then toss in some general frustrations throughout the week and things kind of just decline.  But the gym saves me.

Ah, the gym.  I don’t care if I pay a little bit more cash to go to NYSC versus other gyms in the area.  It’s my sanctuary.  It’s one of the only ways I spoil myself a little bit (plus they have a pool).  I can go, pop in my iPod, crank some tunes, and work out all the stress and frustrations that have built up from the day.  All week I’ve gone into the gym either cranky / PO’ed / annoyed / frustrated / all of the above and I’ve been coming out happy and smiling (hooray for endorphins).  I’m sure I would qualify as a bit of a gym junky to some people considering I usually spend an hour and a half to two hours there whenever I have the ability to go, but I couldn’t care less.  It’s my personal two hours or so that I give myself aside from class and studying, and it keeps me sane.  Plus with Crohn’s, the gym helps me to bring my stress levels down, and last time I checked stress for me is a huge factor in causing a relapse or making one worse.  The gym keeps me happy and healthy, and those are honestly the two biggest reasons I go.

And I only have a couple of months to get ready for the Santa Speedo Run in December up in Boston, but that’s a completely different story.

Teardrop

So I’m always on the hunt for new music, whether it’s a new artist, new album, or new tune.  In fact, I’m kind of a slut for it, with my music collection well over the 8000-mark (remember Napster from back in the day?).  Anyway, I just heard the new Coldplay song “Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall” and loved it.  It reminds me of when they came out with “Viva la Vida” like three years ago during the summer.  But yesterday I listened to it on my way to work (yes I’m one of those iPod-wearing don’t-bother-me-until-I’ve-had-my-coffee commuters) and it set the tone for the rest of my day.  I loved it.  You should check it out, and I highly recommend tossing it on your morning playlist.

Coldplay

“Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall”

I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone
I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn the music up
I’m on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight

I turn the music up, I got my records on
From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song
Don’t want to see another generation drop
I’d rather be a comma than a full stop

Maybe I’m in the black, maybe I’m on my knees
Maybe I’m in the gap between the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart

And we saw oh this light I swear you, emerge blinking into
To tell me it’s alright
As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony
And every tear’s a waterfall
Is a waterfall
Oh
Is a waterfall
Oh oh oh
Is a is a waterfall
Every tear
Is a waterfall
Oh oh oh

So you can hurt, hurt me bad
But still I’ll raise the flag

Oh
It was a wa wa wa wa wa-aterfall
A wa wa wa wa wa-aterfall

Every tear
Every tear
Every teardrop is a waterfall

Every tear
Every tear
Every teardrop is a waterfall

It’s stuck in my head.  “I turn the music up, I got my records on / From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song / Don’t want to see another generation drop / I’d rather be a comma than a full stop.”