How much can a song affect you?

A lot, as it turns out.

Because even after missing the anti-sweatshop fashion walk (because my Medieval/Renaissance Lit. seminar was a bitch and overran, and i had to literally bite my tongue to stop myself jumping up and being all “Look, not that i don’t love talking about the weirdly incestous/ anti-feminist bits in Troilus and Criseyed but i’m meant to be taking my clothes off on the Piazza five minutes ago”), and thanking god that i didnt ruin any clothes for nothing, I still had the weirdest sense of jubilation all day...

I was litening to Jump Into The Fog on repeat (Yes, the inspiration for this blogs name, in case you aren't a Wombats fan), and it was so weird.

It was as if my body said:
“Look. I KNOW you have no reason to be this buzzed. I KNOW you don’t have any where to go until Friday, I KNOW nothing special is going on, I KNOW its just another day of Uni, with the “seminar/lecture/seminar/lecture/librarylibrarylibrary cycle, the not doing work and procrastination, the wishing you had nice clothes that are way too expensive, the being annoyed that you dont even have any alcohol left anyomore, since your flatmates obviously heard "Please don't drink my Malibu" as "Please consider anything left on the kitchen table as communally owned", and the omg-I-hate-having-no-money-and-why-is-it-sofreakin’-cold??…….

but…..

i’m going to give you everything that goes with excitement anyway: heartrate increased and lots of energy and tingly toes and huge sense of hope, just becaue this song is so, so good.”

So i basically went around high all day. (Or, in a state of euphoria. No, I wasn't actually high. It's an expression.)

It was amazing: going to my MWL lecture, feeling like I was going to Glastonbury. Giving in my essay was the most fun ever. Making dinner made me want to dance around the kitchen. Seriously.

It was really really nice. I think this is what is known as a natural high.

But isn't it amazing?

One day, some human beings at down, and opened their mouths to sing particular words in a particular order, while plucking the strings stretched across a peice of wood in a particular order, in order to make sounds.
And these sounds were enough to invoke incredibly strong feelings of anticipation, happiness and hope in me, for no other reason than that these sounds were pleasing to me.

Isn't that fantastic?