Sometime last summer, I downloaded Spotify to my dad's old desktop computer. I didn't really think anything about it when I moved to Portland last December and didn't have regular computer access. But when I bought my laptop in March, I immediately downloaded it and I haven't looked at iTunes at all. I do have an iPod. A really spiffy, sleek, shiny kelly green iPod. I haven't taken it out since March. Although, the one day that I wanted to download new music, I do something weird on my laptop and erase EVERYTHING. I'm bummed. My little 11 year old brother had recorded him doing some sweet dance moves. Anyway, I've been compiling my Christmas tunes list since November 1st. I feel like it's still WAY too early to be listening to Christmas music all the time, but at least once a week, I bring it out and listen to some of my list. Also, really random, Spotify teaches you something you never knew. For example: I never knew that the boys from One Direction have accents. I only know one song from their arsenal. So yeah. There is your tidbit of random, useless information. One Direction is from the UK.
Moving on.
I don't work at all this week. Well, I work Saturday. This whole week, the "inmates" at my place of employment are on Trek. They will be spending the rest of this week in the snow, camping and getting in touch with their inner...I don't know. They must have some good down at their very core. Anyway, since they're gone for the week, I have nothing to do. Except that stupid work meeting I have tomorrow at noon...I probably should set my alarm clock now...oy. I'm really not excited to learn about Aflac.
Oh!! I have been turned on to Phillip Phillips. That kid...his music makes me happy. He kind of reminds me of Mumford and Sons. I like him. A lot. You should go listen to his single, like, right now.
Ready? Set? Go!
Did you go? Isn't it such a nice song? He's a 20 year old kid from the South. Also, I've been to a little bit of Whitney. I kind of have a thing for her voice. Go listen to I Look to You. The version I'm listening to right now, her voice isn't at it's best, but she's Whitney, so therefore, she is still pretty awesome.
I love music. When you don't have the words, music says it for you.
Oh man, I don't think I've written about my new place. It's...okay. I guess. I live in the a land of the perpetually young. My roommates, as nice as they are, are sOOOOOO young. As in, I'm at least a decade older than they are. I am constantly reminded how grateful I am to not be that young. Whenever their guy friends come over to visit them, I leave my door a crack just to listen to the asinine things that come out of their mouths. I always end up rolling my eyes a thousand times during the course of their conversations. Part of my wonders if I had conversations like they did. I probably did, but not to the ridiculous extent of their conversations. Oy...just thinking about what they talk about, makes me shake my head and laugh. Other than that, I keep to myself. I've probably turned into a hermit in the week and half that I've been here at the Branbury.
Anyway, it's taken me far too long to type this much and I'm falling asleep. So, until next time, dear reader.
Ready? Set? Go!
Did you go? Isn't it such a nice song? He's a 20 year old kid from the South. Also, I've been to a little bit of Whitney. I kind of have a thing for her voice. Go listen to I Look to You. The version I'm listening to right now, her voice isn't at it's best, but she's Whitney, so therefore, she is still pretty awesome.
I love music. When you don't have the words, music says it for you.
Oh man, I don't think I've written about my new place. It's...okay. I guess. I live in the a land of the perpetually young. My roommates, as nice as they are, are sOOOOOO young. As in, I'm at least a decade older than they are. I am constantly reminded how grateful I am to not be that young. Whenever their guy friends come over to visit them, I leave my door a crack just to listen to the asinine things that come out of their mouths. I always end up rolling my eyes a thousand times during the course of their conversations. Part of my wonders if I had conversations like they did. I probably did, but not to the ridiculous extent of their conversations. Oy...just thinking about what they talk about, makes me shake my head and laugh. Other than that, I keep to myself. I've probably turned into a hermit in the week and half that I've been here at the Branbury.
Anyway, it's taken me far too long to type this much and I'm falling asleep. So, until next time, dear reader.
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