iPod philosophy

My husband and I share an iPod. As an only child, I must say that this arrangement presents some challenges for me. Anyway, I get custody on Wednesdays, my most hellish days. Sometimes, having almost our entire music collection at my fingertips is too much. Making a choice paralyzes me. Today, not yet caffeinated and feeling frumpy, I decided to make two play lists to fit into my pattern: pump me up songs for the morning and songs to decompress on the ride home. I have not yet actually made the play lists, but here's what worked for today:

Woo-hoo! I'm going to law school TODAY. YEAH! Play list for the morning

The Killers -- All the Things that I Have Done. This is a good starter. It begins slowly, awakening little pockets of my mind. The repetition of "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" is akin to spirit brainwashing, and say, football warm-ups.
Gorillaz -- Feel Good. This just makes me feel cool and happy, despite the fact that I look like an idiot carrying a hiking backpack that weighs roughly 67 lbs, have acne again, and see dark circles orbiting around my eyes every morning. By the way, today a woman who looked to be about 85 and was half my size was sitting on Muni in front of where I stood. She offered to hold my back pack for me. That did not make me feel good.
Rolling Stones -- Start me Up. Actually, that one isn't even on our iPod. I'm going to fix that momentarily.
Fall Out Boy – Sugar We’re Going Down Swinging. Dude. I have a soft spot for pop punk. I’m from SoCal.

Fuck, that was a long day and maybe I hate my life and I need songs to help me lick my wounds…Play list for the ride home

Pinback – I try to listen to all of self titled, but get impatient and end up playing Loro on repeat a time or two.
Otis Redding – Sitting on the Dock of the Bay. Wouldn’t that beat sitting on Muni looking at the protruding stomach of a woman with scabies.
Damien Rice – Pretty much anything will fit the bill.
Modest Mouse – Broke, Other People’s Lives, Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset
And, finally, I am sick of being depressed so I switch to Bright Eyes. Heh. But, at least I choose the really abrasive angry song #3 on Fevers and Mirrors. It’s called the Calendar Hung Itself or something equally uplifting.

Artists that tried and failed:
Mason Jennings. I love him, but his songs make me want to drop out of school and drive through the redwoods in a pick up with S and the dog.
Kelly Clarkson, Beyonce, Ashlee Simpson, The Black Eyed Peas. I think I’m just over them. If you have recommendations for cheesy pop or good hip hop, lemme know!