I am convinced I am meant to do great things.

Maybe I'm perfect for you

The summer heat is causing me to listen to crazy summery music. And it is making me question my entire existence.

My goodness how long has it been? I am much more loyal at reading strangers' blogs than actually writing in mine. I remember when I really used to love this thing. Now I just enjoy listening to music on repeat. I lie. I have always loved music on repeat.

Summer is here and I find myself clicking from Graduate School websites to celebrity gossip to oh dear myspace. I bought a new electric toothbrush and entirely too much money on tooth related supplies. I am that exciting!

I am completely alone at home. This is a very rare occasion in my home as there are usually 2584 people here, usually at once, all of the time. Quiet mornings listening to Sam Cooke, oh how I love thee.

That I am

I bought an expensive pair of headphones back when I had money. I never really used them because they were not as cool looking as my old headphones. I just by coincidence put them on to listen to a song, and I can't remember ever missing the piano this much.

Thing to work on #963459

I am terrible at introducing. If I am with someone and run into someone else, I will totally have a conversation with the other person. Never does it cross my mind that, hey before I start talking about how so and so is doing, I should just do a quick introduction. "Oh hey, this and Bob and this is Sam.. nice to meet you." No, no.. I talk and talk and talks and either Bob or Sam will introduce themselves. I think this derives from when I was younger and didn't want to mingle my friends and family. All of my friends knew each other and all of my family knew each other, so I never really mastered the introduction. And now it is something that follows me. Something I must fix.

And I will always love you

My new appreciation for country music has led me to absolutely despise Whitney Houston's version of I Will Always Love You. I mean, it was never one of my favorite songs, but I would (bass drum thump) scream AND IIIII-IIIIIII-IIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU right along with Whitney because it was my American right to do so. Although I was never really familiar with Dolly Parton's version, I felt as though Whitney's version was lacking something, and I blamed the song...Dolly Parton's poetry.. for leaving me feeling somewhat empty and confused. I never really understood the song, really. What the hell is Whitney singing about?

And then I listened to Dolly's version. OHHHHHH. I GET IT NOW.. I TOTALLY GET IT NOW. OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG. I want to hug Dolly... and maybe take Whitney to rehab.