It's definitely finals week,

and finals, as everyone well knows,

do weird things to you.

We all have our coping mechanisms.

One of mine just happens to be

accidentally staying up until 3am,

taking self-timed pictures in

front of my apartment complex

with some pals who happen to

have the same philosophies that I do.

Never mind that I had already

faked going to bed 3 times

the night these pictures were taken.

Another great coping mechanism is telling yourself

that you're going to go to bed no later than 11pm,

because of your 7am final the next morning,

but then accidentally playing

jacks until past midnight.

Jacks. Really?

How do college students come up with these things?

Mostly, how did I end up playing jacks?

On a more important note,

I discovered that I have an

uncanny knack for that game.

Also, what is my problem?

More music, please.

All of my recent posts have been about music.

I think it's just that time of year

when music is the perfect escape from everything.

I'm like obsessed with it right now.

"It" being music. Every kind.

Last night, this morning, and all day today

I have been listening to this song.

Literally all day,

(it's playing for the 100th time as I type this),

and it's easily one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard.

I just barely looked up the video,

and my first thought was,

"This is the worst music video I've ever seen."

Then I realized that it conveys exactly what the

song is trying to express.

So, it's perfect.

I feel like this song is applicable to not only dating relationships,

but any type of relationship that we encounter in life.

You can use it in any circumstance that you truly love someone.

Have you ever felt like that?

That you can be the best thing for someone,

but they just don't see it?

"The winds of change are blowing wild and free;

you ain't seen nothing like me yet."

Yeah, Bob Dylan has felt like that too, apparently.

And he's felt like this:

"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true;

nothing that I wouldn't do.

Go to the ends of the earth for you,

to make you feel my love."

Mostly I'm obsessed with Pat Monahan.

Really, though. He is a genius.

Not only does he have an incredible voice,

but he writes all is own music and plays like 7 instruments.

This particular song really speaks to me right now.

I feel like every song he writes is applicable to my life at some point,

but this one happens to be super relevant.

It is amazing.

"With the sound of a train that I could've been on,

reminding me that the last one's gone.

With you, it's always midnight."

"Are you blind?

Can't you see me standing here waiting in line?

For you. Are you mine?

Not just when you want to be.

All of the time. Are you? Are you blind?

Won't you tell me what it is I'm waiting to find?"

"A way to get back to you;

a way to get out of here.

I don't want to be alone at midnight anymore.

How do I get away? Want to see you in the daylight.

I don't wanna be afraid of midnight anymore."

"With you, it's always midnight."

There's this weird part of me that really

enjoys a good love story.

Mostly I just love this song,

because it's like...a realistic love story.

I really appreciate a song when its music can

convey what its lyrics are saying, even if the lyrics didn't exist.

This song definitely does. It's so...raw.

So, I jut barely watched the music video and

it's even more romantic than the song.

Props to the Script, because music videos these days

are usually pretty lame.

This band is really talented and their songs are so unique.

Apple sort of changed the world.

I added some towels to my crutches,

and they feel much better.

Hopefully the broken blood vessels under

my arms will start to heal.

Also, crutches glamour shot:

Fun. 

Those crutches are set for someone who is 5'11".

Which is funny.
But not as funny as me

opting to limp around the whole weekend,

rather than carry around those torture sticks,

But walking from the couch to

the kitchen multiple times required little walking.

I did get to take a little visit downtown

on Saturday afternoon, which was a treat.

I keep forgetting how many winnas

there are hangin' out on TRAX.
Trains stations are where you can meet
new friends; or your new rapist.

Anyway, there are only two weeks of school left.

Wut?

That's right.

Countemonetwo.

Also, blog titles seriously never fail to mock

my intelligence or creativity levels.

I can never think of any.

Titles are dumb.

It's sunny outside.

A gorgeous Spring day like today

must be coupled with this song: