Days of My Life

Today, I spent a considerable amount of (free) time listening to RnB songs on YouTube and stumbled upon my former love, Frankie J. I added several songs of his that I had never heard to my playlist, and I just spent more time listening to mellow music. My love for Frankie J.'s music began in sixth or seventh grade, a bit before the release of "Obsession", which I was, of course, obsessed about. I listened to his songs again and again, and no matter how many times I listened to whichever album (I actually bought two of them, but lost both the CDs), my favorite songs were always "Don't Wanna Try" and "How to Deal". They still are today! I really wish I hadn't lost both of the CDs, though. :( Anyway, I also listened to Mike Posner and Trey Songz. Somebody commented on one of Trey Songz's songs something along the lines of, "We should take a census at the end of the year to see how many babies were conceived to Trey Songz's songs."

In so many more ways than one.

Maybe I just need to stop being ignorant and start putting on sunblock. Today, I woke up at 7:30 to go with K to line up at the central ticket office for Spring Sing tickets. We got there around 8:15, and the line went from the beginning of CTO all the way around to the bus stops at Ackerman. Obviously, we were not part of the first 400 people who would get the Spring Sing 2011 t-shirt. We sat and waited under the sun. The line got wider more than it got longer, and when CTO finally opened at 10, the line didn't even move until 15 minutes later. Long story short, we stood under the sun for hours, and at 11:30, I decided to return to the room to get my stuff so I could at least try to get to class on time later. En route to Hedrick, I saw JQ (going to try using initials now, since I recently noticed how many J's there are in my life) toward the front of the line--thank goodness for that, because long story short, I wouldn't have made it in time for class or gotten tickets if

My keyboard is dirty, and it bothers me. I woke up to the loud squawking of a bird and the burden of bothersome thoughts. When the bird stopped making noise, I heard people conversing (quite loudly, I might add) on the sidewalk downstairs. I wonder if my walls (and the windows on them) are really that thin, or if people really just talk that loudly. Maybe it's a combination of both. I tried to make myself fall back asleep, considering that I hadn't even had six full hours yet, but then couldn't, because apparently, I'm stubborn against myself... Sigh. So here I am, blogging because I don't want to read and because I hope it will make me feel better by the time I'm done. I must admit that I'm disappointed it isn't sunny and warm like it was yesterday. Although it was shockingly hot, it was a beautiful day. Yesterday, I woke up a lot earlier than anticipated because I had a nosebleed--first one in years--and after taking care of that and washing the blood