Random

This post is titled "Random" because I am going to talk about a few random things.

• Music Taste
  Kristi O called me the other day to tell me that they played a clip of "Gasolina" on NPR and that she thought of me (because I put that video on my blog a few months ago). You should listen to the story on NPR (it's about 5 minutes long), but basically it's about this 64-year-old guy talking about how after recently being fired from his job, he began listening to the CD Crunk Hits: Volume 2 . He said that while he would never recommend an entire CD by any of the artists featured on this compilation, as a compilation he can't get enough of it. I think that he makes a good point that just because music isn't necessarily "good" in the sense that a music critic might use it, it can still be "entertaining."
  
• Finals Masochism
  Everyone (including myself) likes to moan and groan and whine and complain about how busy they are at the end of the semester. Everyone has umpteen final projects to do, long papers to write, tests to study for, and homeworks to turn in. As much as we complain, I personally actually enjoy this part of the semester. This is the point where you have to have your shit together. This is where all the things you've been learning about over the course of the semester start to come together and make sense. This is where you get to put all of that expensive shiny new knowledge to use. Also, how great is that feeling you get when you turn in the very last thing and you are free?! It's a great feeling, but you can only achieve this feeling after a few weeks of stress.
  
• Girls, Girls, Girls
  The end of the semester also brings some bad news though. The end of the semester is also when you realize that you have, once again, missed out on all of those great dating opportunities. It seems like I had a particularly high-quality crop of women in my classes this semester. Out of all of my classes, I can probably think of at least 6 girls who I should've/could've/would've liked/tried to date. All six of them had various combinations of being pretty, smart, in-shape, fun, funny, interesting, bi-lingual. Sure, a few of them were more appealing than the others, but really any one of them would have made for some real first-class dating material. If only I had the cojones to ask one of them out for even just a cup of coffee or something... But then I got to thinking that even if I had the cojones, I still would have had to overcome at least three other significant barriers to dating:
• Time - dating takes time, and time is one commodity that I did not have this semester.
• Money - dating also costs more money than not dating. Even when I did have a little bit of money this past semester, I was having to work for it, which took time, and that takes us back to the first barrier.
• Bachelor Pad - think about how many women want to date a guy who lives with his mom. I think the answer is zero. Now try to imagine how many women want to date a guy who lives in his grandmother's basement. Yeah... not many. And that brings me to my next topic.
  
• Moving Out
  Sure, I love my grandma, and free rent is nice, but there are a few reasons why I am really looking forward to moving out of my grandma's basement:
• Sexyback - Living in my grandmother's basement is not helping my sex-appeal, and I need all the help I can get.
• Furnace - Maybe I was spoiled growing up in houses that had virtually-silent hot-water baseboard heat as opposed to noisy forced-air heat. As if just the sound of the air coming through the duct isn't enough, my room is also right next to the furnace, so I also get the added auditory pleasure of listening to the furnace itself humming away as it blasts warm air into the house. As I am laying in bed trying to sleep, some nights it seems like the furnace spends more time on than off. I lay there as the anger and annoyance inside of me boil faster than the temperature in the room, waiting for the thing to finally shut off. When it finally does, I feel like I need to hurry up and fall asleep so that maybe I won't hear it the next time it comes on (which will be all too soon). The duct into my room can be opened or closed, and I have tried both ways but it is equally loud in both positions. I would rather the house be freezing cold than have to listen to that furnace click on and off all night long.
• Spaciousness - The room I live in is not large. I am quite accustomed to having my clothes and stuff strewn about all over my floor, but at least I like to have a place to put them when I finally do clean my room. In this room though, about the only place I have to hang clothes is on the ski pole that is sitting with one end on the bookshelf and the other end on the back of a chair that's sitting in the middle of my room.

And I think that's about it for today's randomness. On that note I will leave you with a song called "Random" by the beloved Lady Sovereign. It may not be a "good" song, but I think it's pretty "entertaining."

*WARNING: This song does have some bad words, so if you are offended by that kind of thing then don't listen to or watch this video. ALSO, if you didn't like the last Lady Sovereign song that I put up, "Hoodie", then proceed with caution and at your own risk and don't say I didn't warn you. But I personally think that this song is less annoying than that last one was.