Maybe I'm crazy to suppose.

How to proceed, then? First, this post. Then one tomorrow.

My father started blogging after I stopped and continually asks me to start again. He blogs every single day. Like I used to, once.

I'll try to blog every day, but perhaps this time without...

But more like the beginning: just the need to write.

And now my dad can stop complaining.

It's 2013 and I started today by planting a kiss on my sleeping husband and then taking a shower and then putting new pajamas on. I don't plan on changing. I'm going to take it easy and watch some movies, probably consider my final assessment of the films of 2012, and pet cats.

Last night my best friends came over and we ate tacos and played games and danced into the wee hours. I have some cleaning to do today, but it's all worth it to have been surrounded by great people. We used the instant camera I gave Jesse on our three year anniversary this past year, which is super fun except when it comes to posting them on the internet easily. So these are some photos of the photos. Here's to the New Year!

I am looking for the crest of a new wave.

You know how sometimes you just need to feel inspired? Or re-inspired? Well, January's been a month full of plans and details infesting my brain. (I may have also used that wording because I've been reading a lot of post-apocalyptic and/or zombie-ridden novels.) The point is, I'm back with this, my 801st post, and because this morning I woke up to what felt like a new dawn. I said, Jesse, new president! Today! And we high-fived. I'm not kidding. You may attribute it to early-morning grogginess, but no, we definitely high-fived.

Today I'm feeling quite inspired. Inspired enough to write, and share.

Yesterday, in keeping with the theme, Jesse and I rearranged our room. It's a change we mediated, and I can't tell you how much better it feels. I'll try to post pictures of it when we're done cleaning. I even reorganized the books by color. YEAH.

I am somebody that tends to welcome change, and I can't believe I've been in New York for two and a half years and still love it. But, I moved here because I always said that it seems like the only city that will keep me entertained. Always something going on, always something new. I know my disposition won't always keep me here in New York, but for now, I'm love that I'm still enjoying it. Even in the hibernation of the winter months.

I've seen some great movies lately in Milk and Gran Torino. I can't tell you how much reports of Sean Penn's off-screen behavior turns me off, but he's brilliant in character. And I think Milk is his best work. And Clint Eastwood's directorial work, always mired in tragedy, still provokes genuine emotion from me. I think I should start a little Clint Eastwood section of my dvd library...

And what else? I'm doing well on my reading! I highly recommend World War Z: The Oral History of the Zombie War. The plot might seem very sci-fi and dorky, but it's actually pretty scary in terms of gruesomeness and realistic human reactions. I found myself thinking about where I would be in the chaos and how I would react. I'm now reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road, another book taking place after a global disaster. I love it so far.

Today is the inauguration, and my office is allowing live streaming video for the day! Yay!

Please I beseech you!

Okay, I know I didn't post my Top Artists this week. I haven't even taken the initiative to scrobble my iPod. However, take it from me, all I listened to last week was Butch Walker and Ryan Adams. And listening to music has taken a backseat during my commute to the books I'm reading - I'm still completely enthralled in the George R. R. Martin epic series (of which I'm now on book two) and I'm ginormously less enthralled with the way the Twilight series is going. I seriously hated the second book, New Moon. Most of you readers told me to just read the first: you were right. But here I am, reading the third. I maintain that once I start something I have to finish it, and New Moon was so amazingly BORING that anything had to be better than that.

But let me halt my rambling a moment to talk about music again - I promise, there's a point.

There are various objects and their interaction with our senses that bring back memories; everyone knows this. The smell of an ex-boyfriend's cologne, the scene in that one movie that you watched and giggled with your best friend on the couch, and probably most effective trigger: music, songs, lyrics. And there are times where that means something awful - where the first chords of that one song that used to mean so much to you (and someone else) comes over the loudspeaker in a store and you're flooded with all these feelings you've tucked into the deep, dark abyss of Never Again. And sometimes that song is really, really good and you get ANGRY that it was essentially stripped from your life. Lucky for me, one of my ex-boyfriends chose Lifehouse's "Hanging By a Moment" as Our Song. I don't miss it. (Or him.)

THEN there's those music-triggered moments of nostalgia that can fill you with glee. I've kind of micro-touched on this before, because, really, it happens quite often. Last night, in the midst of a couple of down-in-the-rut days, I was completely enlivened by a trigger from years ago; it's not what you might think, and I have no shame in admitting, that the All-American Rejects' music makes me really, really happy. Last night we went to see them live at Irving Plaza.

Jesse is old friends with the Rejects; Motion City Soundtrack have toured with them several times. Jesse did a lot of reminiscing last night as well. Him and the guys retold a story about their first tour together many years ago, when the Rejects were opening for MCS at an Iowa show, and not one person showed up. They laughed, they drank, talked about possible future collaborations or tours and had a good time catching up - which, while they were doing it as friends, I was thinking of my own music-infused happy thoughts.

I remember buying the Rejects' first album in the Virgin Megastore in Times Square on one of my college spring breaks with Kells right next to me. I hadn't even heard "Swing, Swing," their radio single at the time, but it had been suggested to me by someone (I don't remember who) and I had this urge to buy it. I loved it, of course. I went to their shows, I bought their merch. My first All-American Rejects show in college, I believe in 2003, was my first Motion City Soundtrack show. I obviously fell in love with MCS as openers.

As I watched them open with "Swing, Swing" and play songs off their first album, I was reminded of those times and when I would dance around in my room or turn the stereo up really loud while driving. I haven't personally listened to them in a long time, but all the words came flowing back last night. I remembered the times when Erica and I would put on "Move Along" and get ready to go out, and pump our fists in the air together and jump around at live shows - I saw those girls there last night, too. The Rejects are a veritable hit parade, and the songs make me HAPPY.

I'm doing a poor job of articulating all the transformative power their music had over me last night. It may not have even shown, as I was sitting in the balcony, bopping my head - but I was smiling, and meaning it, and loving how sometimes music (no matter how cliche this sounds) really is just what you needed.

Jiscilla took this photo of me fist-pumping during AAR at Hammerstein Ballroom in 2006.