Music never felt this good

Even if they don’t say it, I know what people are usually thinking when they find out I can (easily) recite facts and anecdotes from Buddy Holly’s life; that my iPod is filled with his entire discography, even the hard-to-find and undubbed recordings.

“And you’re how old?”

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Christmas snail mail

For various reasons, I wasn’t really looking forward to Christmas this year. I went through all the motions, and did enjoy that part of it — I love finding gifts for people that they wouldn’t necessarily think of, but are still so perfect.

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All I want for Christmas is a futon

It didn’t take my parents long to redo my room when I moved out. I moved out at the end of December last year, and by February, my dad had painted over the black and white checkered pattern and pink walls (think ’50s diner) in my former room with beige.

There’s also a bunch of exercise equipment in there now, though my dad did go out and buy a camp bed for when I’m back on weekends and such.

For the next week, for Christmas, I will be sleeping either on the couch or the floor at my parents’ house.

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Dear me

Post Secret retweeted something this morning about someone who wished she could tell her younger self all these things she should know. I started thinking about it, and this is what I came up with. I tried to put it into some kind of flow, but I know it still starts off rather abruptly.
Also, the tweet said the person wished she could tell these things to her 16-,17-year-old self. I’m not entirely sure which “self” I’m telling this too — at least my 14-year-old self, I guess, before I started high school. My 12-year-old self (10 years ago) seemed too young, but my 16-year-old self doesn’t seem young enough.

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The flip side

In case I don’t spend enough time at my job, this realization has been following me around for a little while now: nearly all of my friends are journalists. Even my best friend, who is finishing her business degree, is my best friend because we both started in the journalism program.

This shouldn’t be a huge surprise — I did, after all, spend four years with these people, sometimes for 22 hours at a time, sometimes at 3 in the morning editing the newspaper, sometimes just because we’re friends and like to hang out together.

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Is this thing on?

Like I alluded to in my previous post, I’ve got a couple blog ideas kicking around. The problem is that I haven’t actually written them down, so they float in and out of my brain at random times and when I actually have time to write doesn’t necessarily coincide with the times a post idea is in my head.

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