Confessions of A Working Girl

As I’ve mentioned before, my roommate Vivien and I get along pretty well. But every so often it seems like she’s mad at me. I don’t know if that’s true, or not, but… Take today for example. I had music on when she came into the room. I went to go fill the ice cube tray (the fridge she brought has an actual working freezer! Yay! Frozen grapes! ^_^ ) and I come back and she’s putting on her headphones. I said “Oh, sorry is my music bothering you?” If it was, I would have turned it off (I forgot my headphones at home, silly me) She mumbled something I didn’t quite catch. It sounded sorta like “I don’t want to listen to that right now.” Perhaps she’s not really angry in situations like that, but it really does seem it a little. In a way, its weird. One minute we’ll be getting along, the next it’ll seem like angry silence. Maybe I’m reading into it too much. 

 Anyway, one of the songs that popped on from my playlist was ‘Someone in a tree’ from Stephen Sondheim’s Pacific Overtures. The theme of the song is interesting. Instead of saying that the main part is the event, in that song it says that the main points are the little things. The song says (and this is a direct quote) “It’s the pebble not the stream, It’s the ripple, not the sea. Not the building but the beam, Not the garden but the stone, Not the treaty house but someone in a tree.” My dad and I both think that its a neat idea. The idea that its not the main event that causes things to happen, but the small things. Also, at one point in the song, the person in the tree says something about “If I weren’t whose to say things would happen just this way?” I like that view point.