Bob Dylan

This is probably the best interview ever recorded.

Do not be fooled by the fact that it was published in Playboy.

It is Bob Dylan. Enough said.

Interview

oh, life.

The past 5 months have been a crazy roller coaster I never really expected to hop on and ride out. I always talked about how stuck I felt while living in Tallahassee, but had mostly resigned to the fact that my life would be a sort of limbo until graduation. Well being home for the Summer, working hard at a job I loved, and being around the people that mattered sparked something inside that made me refuse to go back to live in the wasteland of Tallahassee, Florida. It literally hurt thinking about attempting to settle back in to a place that never really felt like a home.

After a week of convincing and gathering information, I was on my way to drastically changing the way the next two years of my life would pan out.

I tore my room apart, reorganized my life, started picking up babysitting jobs, and decided to never second guess my decision. Taking the Summer to really figure out what made me happy and what would continue to add that spark that had been missing was well worth it.

Sure, nothing is perfect. There are still nights spent eating cookie dough and watching 12 episodes of 30 Rock in a row and wondering where my friends are - oh, away at college- but I have another job I love, and slowly but surely starting to discover new things about myself.

Things that are making me happy right now:

1. library books

2. the ribs i ate for dinner

3. the chocolate/peanut butter ice cream i ate after

4. the gallon of water i just drank

5. talking to danielle

6. andy samberg

7. the potential job i may have in september!

8. i'm not packing all my crap up to go back to shithole usa tallahassee

9. the smith's cd nicholas brought home

10. dom being my sister

11. dolly owning a car in 4 days!

12. my horoscope hitting home all this week

13. the amazing friends i have

14. my cluttered desk

15. my broken dream catcher

16. ashley coming home tomorrow!

17. the 23425 pillows surrounding me

18. the whirring of my fan

19. my full ical

i'm loving this feeling. i guess i should start taking advantage of it.

i thought for sure this streak would only last about a week, but it's been going strong for some time now.

i am completely happy being single. i find myself wanting to spend time with my friends & family much more than attempting to pursue any guy.

i think i also have my internship to thank for this new found independence i havent felt in years. I have something i'm incredibly proud of, i love where i live, i love the people that are in my life everyday and i love sitting in my pjs and watching tivo for hours if i feel like it.

there's something incredibly freeing about really not caring whether you have someone to text, call at night, or hold hands with. sure i love that. i love finding that person you want to do all those things with, but for now i'm more than happy spending the summer focused on the stability in my life rather than chasing after something/someone who may not really give a shit.

every day just points out more and more how lucky i am to live the life i have. this summer will probably be one of the most memorable and not because of some Grease-like summer love, but instead because of the time spent on what i truly love and enjoy.

i want to write a book.
i just don't think i'd be able to successfully organize all the thoughts in my head.

my home is being remodeled.

"These are the best years of your life...."

Don't you feel like you hear that every time you start a new chapter in your life. Whether it's middle school, high school, college, or the job you start when you graduate; without a doubt you will hear those words from someone at some point.

When it's first said to you, all of a sudden a rush of images flood your mind. It's like a scene from the movies, and you see this exciting path being lit up with you as the star. A huge smile covers your face, and you can't wait to jump into the next exciting door that is apparently about to open into the "best years of your life".

Then middle school is over. Sure it was fun... but the best years?

Suddenly you're being shuffled between tall moving bodies in the halls of your high school. It's scary and foreign. Everything looks and smells different. Everyone talks about new things. People fill sentences with words you've only heard in movies. The lanky boys you had grown up with are replaced with huge football players with arms the size of both your legs combined. You feel tiny and grasp the loose ends of your pristine new backpack, as you attempt to weave yourself through the maze of your campus. Four years pass and before you know it you're friends with the quarterback, you're a pro when it comes to topics including the words SAT, alliteration, isotopes, thermocline, homecoming and pirouette; you can assist newcomers around campus, and have come to love the smell of each classroom, your backpack is now a canvas shoulder bag, and you only feel more at home, when you're actually home.

Next up is college. Oh you feel comfortable and stable? Well that's nice, now you're going to start over. Yep that means new friends, new room, new campus, and even a new city. But don't forget....these are the best years. You're living on top of someone else, campus covers at least a mile, everything is 20 times more competitive, people have odd rituals in the hopes of finding a group of friends to fill the free time, and the only thing more important than passing your test Friday is beer. The scenes in every cliche teen movie come to life right in front of you and you feel just like you did four years ago when you were holding onto your backpack, except this time it's a red Solo cup. Last year you didn't have a second to breathe between every SGA meeting, dance rehearsal, drama audition, hostess job, and pounds of homework from each teacher. Now there's free time to fill with naps, a netflix account, facebook, cooking sprees with the roommates, dancing at a different bar, and then going to class and the occasional group meeting. It's some strange limbo between being a kid and a responsible adult. Two years pass, you're half way through and it's been rough. You've seen things you never wanted to know about, you've been hurt in ways you never wanted to feel, you've learned amazing and sometimes boring things in endless classes, and you've lived with people you know are your new family. It's mostly humorous to think about and you wonder again.... really? best years of my life?

As I look back through pictures from my past, or read different essays I've written, even journals, it's crazy to remember everything I have experienced. I really can't pinpoint what time was the "best". I can however pinpoint certain moments in those years that were the best. The homecoming I planned from the ground up, the dace routines I put together, the audition I rocked, the hardest test of my life that I got a B+ on, the surprises from the guy i loved, the homemade cookies during a tough week, the night out with my best friends, the song we knew every word to, the trip to Greece, the nights in bed with ice cream and blockbuster, the nights spent tangled up in someone else's arms and legs, the days with sand between my toes, the days filled with sun, sharing breakfast at 2 a.m. with your soulmate/roommate..... those are what make up the "best years of your life". Every day you are living the best years, even on your worst day.

done and done

it's always nice to get a straight forward answer. to get so fed up and reach the point that you just have to say what's on your mind without holding back in order to get the answer you need to hear. it may not always be the answer you want, or have hoped for, but nonetheless it's the truth, and that means more than any fluffy beat around the bush bullshit that typically comes out of people's mouth's

it's amazing what the imagination is capable of. the excuses that are formed, the exceptions, the pictures painted in one's mind. We create scenes in our own heads, taking what happens in our daily life and dissecting it, carefully tracing out each action, reaction, even the dialogue. a story is created in our minds, and sometimes it couldn't be farther from the truth.

i think it's human nature to expect the best from people. to believe that someone can be better than they envision, better than what other's see; it is what we were wired to do. nobody enjoys being disappointed, feeling pain, experiencing a broken heart. therefore, we constantly search for the best in people, we make excuses for them, we love them despite the mistakes, and we forgive. we want to love. we want to care. we want what we envision to be the truth.

however, it is easier to believe the worst. you don't want it to be true, you'd do anything to make it a happy ending, but at the same time it's simple to grasp. it's the worst of the worst, and it can only get better. you can build your truth, make yourself happy, make sure you are creating the reality you want and believe; because no matter what you will have that.

day 4

thanks to the massive amounts of coffee i've had to drink today, i think i peed about 20 times. the people i work with are going to start thinking i have a bladder problem, therefore at the moment i'm telling myself to calm down and ignore the fact that my bladder is screaming for help.

my foot keeps tapping, and i'm swerving from side to side in my rolly chair. it's great, i look like a 4 year old doing a pee dance.... in a pencil skirt and heels.

i now truly understand why 30-somethings with 9-5pm jobs are hooked on coffee. i woke up at 730, had a 2 hour meeting at 830 and i have coffee to thank for the reason why my head is not currently on my desk with a pool of drool slowly forming around my face.

today i also decided that wearing heels was a grand idea. i got dressed when i was half asleep in my barely lit room so of course when i got into work with the glaring fluorescent lights, i happened to look down at my shoes and see that there's still remnants from nights in tallahasee. yep that means dried beer, dirty water from puddles i've strolled through, and anything else that may have decided to set up residence on my shoes from a bar.

maybe tomorrow ill clean my shoes before work, drink some water instead of a gallon of coffee and go to sleep at 9pm tonight.

2 1/2 more hours...

day 2

day two of internship complete and the fact that i stared at twitter for about 3 hours today makes me want to blow my face off. initially i thought it would be fun to research different companies and such, but at the end of the day i think i have realized i really don't like twitter. the words "retweet", "twitter", "tweet", "bit.ly" (yes i know that's not even a real word....but in twitter world it is), and all the symbols that are put in front of pointless words like #monkey brains or @sarahpalin are not my friends right now.

and really? nobody cares that you are excited to see sex and the city 2- mary, or that you just tried a new foot cream- thomas, or that you saved a spider from the pool- random person i dont know.

however, you have to appreciate constant updates from walt disney world, or ny times, even glee. that is something i thank twitter for.

i'm hoping by the end of day three my neck wont hurt from staring down at all the pointless 140 character updates and my brain wont want to collapse on itself, and when someone talks to me ill be able to happily answer without wanting to close my eyes and crawl into a ball. fingers crossed.

decorating time

yep time to start decorating my new room via the internet

love me if you dare movie poster

bedding

lamp

rug

happy saturday

Ferris Bueller and homemade chocolate chip cookies make for a pretty grand day

all shook up

I don't think today could have been any better so far.

Or even this week. Things just seem to be going smoothly, falling into place, and turning out in ways I never expected.

This week I somehow managed to get an internship with Delray Beach's Camber of Commerce and their event planning group. I couldn't be more excited to wake up everyday at 9a.m.... seriously. I think I'm still in shock. I've been telling myself I need to get experience in event planning if I'm ever going to have a fighting chance at doing something I love, and boom, here it is.

I finally feel like I'm headed in the right direction and not just completely wasting my time. It makes me so happy to be able to talk about something I love and that I'm proud of, and see my mom's face light up like I know mine is.

Now of course you need a fancy haircut to go with the fancy internship...

just kidding, I just really needed a trim since my dying hair was crying for help. David happily took care of my hair and made it pretty and shiny. There really isn't anything much better than having someone else wash and play with your hair. Plus it smells like a fancy salon which I always love.

Then there's the fact that my grandma is AMAZING and bought me a new Mac for my bday since I suck and passed out on top of my first one 2 1/2 years ago when I was hopped up on medication from wisdom teeth being ripped out of my head. Goodbye cracked screen, hello new and beautiful (most importantly portable!) laptop.

After that exciting adventure we went and got lobster rolls. Which are my new favorite thing. Now I'm stuffed since I decided eating the entire lobster roll along with key lime pie was a fantastic idea.

But I'm smiling because it's just one of those days where things go the way you hoped they would, and there's still something to look forward to. Butterflies still flutter in your stomach and that happy/nervous/excited feeling bubbles up.

summer mission

cupcakes galore

yep. baking every single one of those by the end of summer. help me eat them.

kbye!

one downfall of summer....summer jobs.

and so it begins. the one thing i did not miss about being home.... applying for lame summer jobs.

they're all the same: name, have you ever been a criminal, what other boring jobs have you had, who likes you enough to get a phone call from a stranger potentially asking if you are a good person, where did you go to school, and sign here after all the tiny print that you won't read.

call me crazy but i'm pretty sure i can't be accurately summed up by filling in the blanks to those questions. the only word i can come up with to describe it is: stupid. really really stupid. if i were a manager i would look at my application and say, cool... i dont care. why is applying for a job so fucking frustrating. you sit through high school trying to build a kickass resume for college and then you sit through college so you can....? write down on some generic application your past employers and minimum wage job you had. if that isn't the definition of success, i don't know what is.

it's pretty silly. does anyone really enjoy working minimum wage jobs, folding stacks of clothes that are exactly the same, running someone's meal to their table, seating some miserable demanding couple, making a soy double shot latte, or cleaning a mess someone's four children left? nahh, but thank you consumer america for making practically every job SUPER lame.

i'd rather stick pencils in my eyes than fill out another identical application for some chain store that won't hire me.

just a list

Drinking: vanilla sleepy time tea

Just finished: 5th season of the L word

Craving: homemade chocolate cake with raspberry in the middle

In love with: Norah Jones and her album The Fall and Rachael Yamagata

Excited for: the rest of the summer

Obsessed with: the beach, and everything that comes with it, especially how my skin is still warm and reminds me of the day i had.

Needing: a hair cut

Feeling: at ease for the first time in months

Quote:

Everything's falling, and I am included in that

I'm in the dance, and it's a chance,
But stay and watch awhile

night before

you know how when you were a kid and falling asleep on christmas eve or before a disney trip was the most difficult thing in the world. you would just lie in bed thinking about how incredible the next day was going to be. you would think about what you would do right when you woke up, what you were going to wear, what the morning sun would look like, or all the fun and exciting things you wanted to do the next day. you would picture santa sneaking in, or standing face-to-face with cinderella, and sleep was the last thing on your mind.

somehow this manages to still happen to me. whether it's anticipating the trip home from college, or going to the beach for the first time in 2 months i still get way too excited and end up staring at my ceiling for two hours. my legs get all restless, no position in my twin bed seems to make my body happy, and my arms never fail to get in the way.

i had a pretty busy day. i should be tired. and i know when my phone rings in a few hours with my wake up call i will not be a happy camper. i think i'm just on some high ever since the car's tires rolled off the turnpike, bringing me home from school. there hasn't been a dull moment yet, and the excitement that comes with each day is keeping me awake; and for now i'm really ok with that.

mom dancin' it up

while waiting for my mom to get home so i can use the car, yeah kill me i know i need a car, i've decided its time to make a mom dance mix. dancing to the b52's and ashley jammin to sweet child of mine as the fireworks lit up the sky last night at sunfest has inspired me. as did all the drunk 40 and 50 somethings that surrounded us.

hello summer!

After being awake for 16 hours, packing up my life back in Tallahassee, seeing Crystal for the first time since the end of first semester...finally!, driving 6 hours, pizza break with my grandparents, and then spending the last 4 hours unpacking and settling in my tiny room/closet/what's supposed to be a lounge for the master bedroom... i am exhausted.

Tomorrow I get to spend the day with my bestest friend at sunfest, it's kinda our tradition. looking at random art, eating crepes, listening to live music (ben harper, flogging molly, five for fighting, b52s!), making fun of all the retarded drunk girls. it's pretty obvious why we love it.

I cannot believe i'm already half way through my college years. i feel like i just started high school. however, looking back really points out how much has changed, how much i have changed, and that there is so much more to look forward to.

I can already tell this summer is going to be better than last year.

leap

I think after 3 years I'm finally starting to get it. Things are beginning to look a little more clear, but I'm still scared to death. It's frightening having to depend on other people, especially once you've been hurt a few times. Maybe by the same person, or situation, or even multiple people in a row. Once you've been hurt or let down and you've felt helpless it's hard to go back, to trust, to just let the pieces fall.

But in the end that's what we all have to do. Sure we can be safe, hold back, be cautious, but when did that ever get you anywhere? When did that ever get you right where you wanted to be? Sometimes it takes that leap, where you don't know where you'll end up after you jump or how hard you'll come tumbling down. If we never do it though, how will we know if anyone is there to catch us. How will we know if it was all worth it, or if it's just time to move on to the next thing that makes something stir inside.

Sometimes if you're really lucky that thing comes to you neatly wrapped, but typically that's only the stuff found in movies. In real life that is boring. We want the challenge no matter how many times we beg for something to fall into our laps, at the end of the day we want something to show for our hard work and time.

Ever have a day where all you can do is think about stuff that isn't important (aka school). Then you decide to spend hours on the internet doing really nothing, when you come across a new song you've never heard and for some reason it just hits on whatever you were feeling all day. Boom. This is the song for me today. Also kinda weird that while I was listening to it something unexpected happened to point out even more how it was the right song for today.

SORT OF

Written by Ingrid Michaelson

Baby, you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart
And baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart
But your eyes are warning me this early morning
That my love's too big for you my love


Baby, you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
I find you stunning, but you are running me down
My love's too big for you my love
My love's too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Baby, you've got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
That you don't need me, but you won't leave me
My loves too big for you my love
My loves too big for you my love

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

Tell me what to do, to take away the you

And if I was stronger then I would tell you no.
And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
And if I was stronger then I would up and go
But here I am and here we go again

GLEE!

Glee starts again on Tuesday, and I personally couldn't be more excited, especially since there is going to be an episode that is completely dedicated to Madonna songs. Why wasn't I around in the 80's?

lemon cookies, sugar cookies, sangria

Since my roommate Lauryn and I decided to take it easy this weekend and pass on going out we stayed home and used our kitchen even more than usual.

Saturday:

Turkey Burgers

+ dijon mustard and oregano

+ with provolone and avocado

Garlic Mac&Cheese

Lemon Drop cookies

melt in your mouth lemon sugar cookies.

Sunday:

Sugar cookies

+ macadamian and white chocolate chips

+ hot pink sanding sugar

= lady gaga cookies. yeah lauryn and i think she's weird.

Sangria

1 lemon

1 lime

1 orange

1 cup of apple juice

1/2 cup of sugar

16 oz of pineapple

2 cups 7up

1 bottle red wine

it's the little things

today was a pretty normal day. i slept in, watched some tv, ate some food, watched Paper Heart on netflix while doing laundry, went to dinner with maycee and lauryn for maycee's birthday and then watched the matrix with my neighbors.

nothing too earth-shattering, but i still had a really good day. it's the little things, like a text message, someone asking how your day was, catching up with a friend, clean sweatpants, olive garden breadsticks, being able to get your anxiety out to your best friend, warm weather that reminds you summer is a few weeks away, neighbors that come barging in looking for their george foreman grill, or hearing about someone else's day.

yeah it's a friday night, and i could be going out like every other person in tallahasee; but sometimes having absolutely nothing to do besides watch a movie or read a book, and being able to sleep in the next day is the best way to spend a friday night.

oh hey

NEWS FLASH

apparently it's cool to use disposable cameras again... missed that memo

under construction

My family is finally starting to make headway on project: turn our garage into an awesome hangout room.

Since it isn't attached to our house my friends and I talk as loud as we want and I can laugh at everything the

y say until the sun comes up without worrying about waking my parents.

This summer is going to be great.

In the meantime I've been searching blog world for inspiration to send to my mom for the design of the room.

I'm figuring with my retro/bohemian style, my mom's coastal rustic, and my step-dad's modern/Frank Loyd-Wright style it should be pretty much the coolest room ever created.

Thrift stores, look out.

Summer checklist

Let the summer checklist begin.

1. actually check off these things.

2. homemade fish tacos

3. vaca with the girls

4. get rid of all my tan lines, compliments of the sun, none of this fake shit

5. learn how to surf

6. find a fun job

7. volunteer with an event planner

8. craft all day with ashley

9. read the classics

10. watch Casablanca

11. stay active

12. take a dance class

13. stay up all night

14. save money

15. get another tattoo

16. pierce a second hole in my ears

17. successfully make creme brulee

18. skinny dip at night in the ocean

19. do something unexpected

20.

scattered

I'm not exactly sure why I think it's a great idea to drink coffee when I'm trying to study because i know within 2 minutes I won't be able to focus on one thing for longer than 4 minutes, especially something important like oh I don't know, my college education.

Instead of just taking an hour to read articles, look through my notes, and memorize the dumb study guide I have spent the last 3 hours:

• reading The Pact
• locking myself out of my apartment
• looking up concerts close to home over summer
• looking up plane tickets to anywhere but florida
• reading random blogs
• wishing I had a ridiculous amount of money to spend of Free People's clothing
• attempting and failing to get my scanner to work
• staring at facebook
• listening to the new she & him album
• and actually scanning through my articles for Social Problems.

It's not that I don't find the information interesting, I do for the most part. Well other than when my brain refuses to accept anything to do with the words "economy"and "government", yeah it's great, I have to make a conscious effort to understand what I'm reading when those words are involved. But give me an article on naming children, relationships, or gender and I suck it all in....thanks brain.

Maybe it's because I feel so scattered. I don't know what exactly I'm working towards. I know what I would like to have, but I can't have most of those things now. Money and distance are not my friends. So for now I just focus on today and tomorrow.... hopefully that will last for more than 4 minutes.

in and out.

I have constantly been looking for answers, for a reason to something I cannot fully understand. Anything that will give me some clarity in life, school, growing up, or relationships. I question things. It's just what I do. Or at least what I have done for as long as I can remember. When I was 2 years old I asked my mom how water came out of the faucet and received the response of "magic", naturally I believed this. I believed in magic, and for some reason even after 17 years, I still do.

About 2 months ago I gave up. I had put my heart into something, yet again, where it clearly did not belong. Things changed, and so did I. It was the last straw, where everything just crumbled a little bit. It wasn't because of that one thing but rather a few years worth, and I stopped. I slowed down, and let myself take some time to have just myself.

Taking that time, being just a tiny bit selfish for once, not looking for all the answers, and realizing that sometimes things just happen the way they do, has helped me see a lot.

I now know that a lot in my past is not worth fighting for or clinging to. That's who I was but definitely not what I want to continue to be. I took time to separate myself and see people for who they truly are, not just some emotion I had tied to their face.

Crazy as it seems, I was able to look at my life rationally. While some people had easily walked out, others had somehow come back around or never left.

It took a while, but I finally see what is worth my time and effort. I cut through the bullshit, stood up for myself, and I can honestly say I don't hold onto a lot of what I had clung to for years. I can finally breathe and it's clear who was worth the years in my past and hopefully the years to come.

People change, we grow up, we live through a new perspective, see new things, fall and recover. At the end of the day there's always someone there. Someone who helped you through it, or was there in the morning. Even someone who didn't have to be, who might be hours away, but was still there. Those are the people that are worth it to me. Who are worth holding onto and putting your heart into, who remind you of the "magic".

nothing better...

than a good movie.

My new current favorite is Love Me If You Dare (Jeux d'enfants)

It's completely French, and completely heartwarming and heartbreaking. The perfect movie for the days when you want something that will make you laugh, cry, and open your eyes. Also, it doesn't hurt that Marion Cotillard costars with Guillaume Canet who is pretty much the most beautiful French man....ever.

Nothing better...

than a good song.

So as I was wandering around YouTube trying to find something to listen to besides the stuff on my itunes, I came across John Mayer's new album and the song "Edge of Desire". I don't think anything else could really put into words the way I feel most days the way this song has.

Nothing better...

than a best friend.

This week has been rough, but Dolly is always there. Hell, the past 5 years have been a roller coaster and yet she's always letting me curse and complain and say random words that don't exist. She just gets it, we share a brain. Must be that whole spirited child thing we got on our sides.

Nothing better...

than a good book.

Evening is refreshingly real. It is a story of a woman's life, her greatest love, and others that came and went.

Nothing better...

than good quotes.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists...When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence. -Edmond de Goncourt

sometimes i wish i had never met you, because then i could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.
--good will hunting.

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift. -Shauna Niequist

Nothing better...

than amazing roommates.

3 girls who put up with your loud noises, repeat stories, and bad decisions every day. Three girls who call you when Ingrid Michaelson is singing to them in Jacksonville, push you to workout, encourage chocochip pancakes at 11pm, jump on your bed and chat before bed, celebrate the completion of a test or paper, think the same words, and love you regardless of how many dirty dishes you leave around the apartment.

Nothing better...

than fresh nail polish on fingers and toes, especially with the name of Cancun Fiesta.

Nothing better...

than long-distance friends.

Friends that despite living hours away, attending different schools, having different lives, still find the time in the their day to send you a text or message on facebook, talk for hours on the phone or video chat while doing nothing. Then, when finally in the same city or at the same table, or in the same bed it's as if you were never gone.

Nothing better...

than having things in your life that remind you it's okay to feel the way you do and be the way you are.

SOMETHING

As I'm sitting here shoveling cinnamon and brown sugar almonds in my mouth, trying to create a perfect schedule for next Fall and attempting to kick this caffeine high I've had since approximately 1 pm the only thing keeping me focused is the music playing in the background.

Apparently typing the word "something" into my itunes library has managed to create a list of songs that range from classic french music, The Beatles to Aly & AJ all seamlessly coming together to keep me going. The sun shining in my window doesn't hurt either.

What are these songs you ask?

Well the majority come from the Something's Gotta Give soundtrack... yes I am aware that I am 65 years old, however you can't deny a soundtrack with of Edith Piaf and Eartha Kitt.

It definitely takes me out of this suckhole of Tallahassee and to the Mediterranean or a Parisian cafe, either one would be nice.