I installed a new lamp on the side of my bed today, right before I changed my sheets (for the first time since I moved in, embarrassingly enough). It is my birthday lamp: green and glorious--and from IKEA, so it's not really putting off much light, but it contributes to the mood-lighting theme I've got going on, so I like it. Plus I don't have to lean over the foot of my bed and snatch at the Christmas light cord to make the lights go out, which is what I have been doing previously, so that is a definite improvement. And I bought it with Devy; what's not to love?

I am on a slight H.I.M. kick. I know the cause and consider myself foolish. When I was driving back home last night after Mellow Mushroom pizzas and cartilage piercings, "Dirty Little Secret" played on the radio. I took it as a sign of the Universe to keep it in my pants, which I fully intend to do. I am an adult and should be making correspondingly more intelligent decisions, dammit. At least I'm not actively pining over my ex. Be careful for what you ask.

But the best thing to do when obsessed with something is to become obsessed with something else, which I fully intend to do. If it's not school, it will be a tattoo. I do not have the kind of money to drop on the kind of piece I want right now, nor have I spent enough time thinking of what I want, so that's rather far off, but looking is generally entertaining. Plus I think that I will add about three more spin classes to my schedule and maybe do Saturday morning bellydance classes, thereby stripping me of every second of free time I might have imagined I possessed.

In the meantime, I'll listen to H.I.M. cover "Solitary Man" and pretend I have no romantic or sexual interest in another human being until I graduate.

Melinda was mine 'til the time
that I found her holdin'
Jim and lovin' him.

Then Sue came along,
loved me strong,
that's what I thought,
but me and Sue,
that died, too.

Don't know that I will
but until I can find me,
a girl who'll stay and
won't play games behind me.

I'll be what I am,
a solitary man,
a solitary man,
a solitary man.

I've had it to here - being where love's a small world,
a part time thing, a paper ring.
I know it's been done
havin' one girl who loves you,
right or wrong,
weak or strong.

Don't know that I will
but until I can find me,
a girl who'll stay and
won't play games behind me.

I'll be what I am,
a solitary man.