infiniteandsmall

     Happy Forth of July, all Americans! I'm here for the fireworks and sparklers (there were both last night and it was excellent). I must have partied harder than I thought, though, because I woke up in different pants than I had gone to bed in and found my pants and a shampoo bottle floating in the water in our bathroom sink. All of my family said they didn't do it, and I have no memory of changing pants, filling the sink with water, and putting my pants in them. I guess there are worse things to do while sleepwalking?

    I love going to the barn on holidays. No lesson kids, and we all go and exercise the school horses in the back and play country music (Darius Rucker's cover of "Wagon Wheel" featuring the lady from Lady Antebellum is pretty awesome and I'm obsessed with it right now). Got to ride Timmy, who is my fave little yellow quarter horse ever. He was really stiff, though he got a little better after I did some bending exercises. I wish I could lease him but he's used in too many lessons. I really want to find a horse to ride, or at least start riding consistently more than once a week. 

     There's a couple possibilities, though, so I'm hoping that maybe I'll have a horse to lease by the end of summer, and that I could maybe show in intermediate at the fall schooling show. I just want a pony to hang out with and take on trail rides and buy ridiculously expensive treats for and brag but then...money. *sigh*

     I've been listening to country music a lot, like I always do during summer. It's my musical equivalent of comfort food, and it always puts me in a better mood, even in winter. When I was about ten and my mom was upset with my friend's mom because of her involvement with Holy Love Shrine even after the bishop told Catholics that they weren't allowed to take part in services there, me and my best friend would call each other every day and play country music over the phone and talk about our favorite songs. It's always been music for friendships and good times since then, and even though there are occasional gross moments (Accidental Racist? And I usually love Brad Paisley's music, but that song, as well as I'm Still a Guy which is just as obnoxious as it sounds, is kind of unlistenable), I find the cliches of trucks and muddy roads and hard-partying country boys to be charming when they show up, which isn't as often as you'd think (trucks are totally to country music what references to putting one's hands up or clubbing in any way are to pop music).

     Also I found an orchestra version of "Sburban Jungle" from Homestuck, and I know I'll be obsessed with it after I get over Wagon Wheel. It has awesome brass parts, and personally between "Thrift Shop," "Can't Hold Us," "212," and "Little Talks," I think everyone should just accept that brass should be used way more than it is (in pop music at least) because it's pretty fucking awesome.