Broken Hearted Soul, by Ra. A relatively new artist for me, but one that I'm beginning to like very much. This song especially has a mix of desperate romanticism and rockin' music that I tend to obsess over.

(As you can tell, it's been a while since I've written a paper)

Also, I've just noticed that several of my songs from this list are down, due to broken links. Kind of ruins the whole point for me, but it's OK I guess. Not much I can do about it unless I upload the songs myself, which I'd rather not do...

In other news! I've had a series of...very interesting dreams lately. Last night I sort of had to operate on my right leg because it got messed up (forget how). It was suspiciously robotic on the inside. I kept worrying that I was contaminating the exposed flesh. Eventually I just snapped it back together (yes, snapped) and walked it off or something. Eh.

A few nights ago, I dreamed that my brother was killed somehow. It was one of those rare dreams of mine that's somewhat realistic, in that the person who died was a real person and I was pretty upset about it. So that was weird.

It must have been right after my last post that I had a dream that was socially oriented. It was my "ideal" bad situaiton, where a bunch of girls that have no business snooping around in my life were trying to play Matchmaker with me. They were being all coy and friendly with me, but the whole time I knew what they wanted. Eventually one sits next to me and is like, "I know there's something going on with you and Liz. You two should get together." At that point my dream-self was pretty peeved and basically responded, "Like Hell."

Last night I was up late at a school-wide party. They opened up the high-dives. I've been thinking lately that I might have an irrational fear after all: heights. I was thinking this because several times I can remember noticing how high up I am and freaking out a bit. I wasn't sure because sometimes heights don't bother me, and of course there's my constant wish to go skydiving with friends. BUT, knowing me, it's totally believable that I would be afraid of something and still want to do it, just to push myself. And now I am convinced this is an accurate assumption because of last night.

I went off the high-dives. I worked my way up from 1 meter to 3, 5, 7, and finally 10 meters. I started getting nervous at about 5 meters, and after that it just got worse. At 10 I was freaking out a bit. But I did it! I jumped 32 feet into a pool. The worst thing that happened was I flooded my sinuses with the water driven up my nose. That was uncomfortable.

But if I remember correctly, I did the same thing at Clemson a few years ago. Didn't I even try to flip? I know I got edgy back then, but apparently not enough to stop me from diving head first, among other things. So has it gotten worse for me? That's weird.

So I'm wondering now if I pinched a nerve or something because my left arm has these weird pains that sort of move around. Hard to describe.

Anyway, this has been great, but I'm really hungry. Time for food!

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As it turns out, I bought the Zune and all the accessories at a really bad time. They've revamped AV pack, thought I'm sure it's only a difference of appearance. But the real kicker is that they added BLUE to the choices I can choose from for the 8 GIG. Blue! I mean, black is awesome, but blue is just so much better. And they all look shinier. Hmm.

IF (and I DO mean if) I get another one to replace the stolen one, I'm already gonna feel bad. But especially if I buy another carrying case and set of ear buds. That was high quality stuff, and me buying replacements because of some jerk seems like such a waste of money. I don't like that at all.

I still have the little pouch for the Zune buds. And the extra fittings. (The preferred size were in use when the buds themselves were stolen)

Oh, did I say this already? I was in a parking lot, getting out of my car, wearing the skull candies, when the cord got wrapped around my arm rest and yanked out the left bud. The little rubber fitting came off and flew out onto the ground, and even though I looked for at least 10 minutes all over the ground, I could not find it. So now I have to use the replacements that are a size bigger.

Then again, I can't complain about my technology being obsolete or my earbuds not being up to par, because said technology and earbuds are useless anyway WITH NO ZUNE TO LISTEN TO.



This thing still burns me up. It's weird how much I took portable tunes for granted, especially since I've only gone with the MP3 craze for what, 3 years? Less than that, I think. I hate CDs. Not dynamic enough. I mean, they're still useful, but when it comes to toting around 400 odd songs? Even if I only burned my favorites, I'd end up hating them. Hahaha.

-frustrated-

EDIT: YES, THE ABOVE POST DOES REDIRECT HERE ON PURPOSE.

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The truth of the matter is, I've got nobody to tell my stories to anymore.

Also, I'm bored out of my ever-lovin' skull. There are a good few things that I would LIKE to do, some stuff I definitely need to do, but no drive to do anything.

...hahaha, I can't decide which is worse. The fact that I was going to use the left over image files for a magazine related project, or the fact that I seem to have deleted them.

I-Ninja

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