I think I'm in Love with my Radio, Because It never lets me Down

Ello. To begin, I would like to make the Rock Genre of my band line-up to be as follows (this one was the easiest):
Janis Joplin
Jimi Hendrix
Led Zeppelin
We would all take acid/ smoke a lot of weed and it would probably be the experience of a lifetime. i dont really have to say anything else about this one i dont think.
Secondly, I would like to create my jazz lineup as follows:
Micheal Buble
Jaime Cullum
Frankie Sinatra
I think this is a nice mix. dont you? i would love to listen to this concert while in the tub... too much? Also, I think a jamie cullum&frankie s collab would be interestingggg-and possibly really good.
Thirdly my hip hop line up would consist of:
Q-tip
Zion I
Kid Cudi
My New FAVORITE artist is Kid Cudi. Most definitely. and Qtipwould perform "go hard" and zion I would perform "Silly Puddy" and kid cudi would perform "day and night" and also "embrace the martian" and it would be in CLEVELAND because that's where kid cudi is from. Representing==>Ohio. :)
and Lastly, my choice of genre- is going to be Electric.. and it would go as follows:
the Vitamin String Quartet, who covers a bunch of bands and plays with their strings
Moby
and then Daft Punk- once the night livens up they can slam out an energetic huge ending to this concert.
Thasss the conerts I would LOVE to go to this summer.. hmm. maybe.

Teenage Wasteland.

I work hard. Wait, no, I take that back. Correction......NOW, I work hard. Now, I work my ass off. Now, I run around this godforsaken campus at such a fervent pace that by the time all is said and done you can literally see fragments of my asscheeks littering every inch of College Green. With that said( and quite graphically, I must say), I havn't always been this way. Far from it actually.

Yes, there was a time when I lazed. I lazed long and I lazed hard. When I first got to college as a freshman and began said lazing, I spent a good portion of my time wondering what all the fuss was about. College, for lack of better words, seemed fucking easy. I drank all night, most days, and took as few and far between 101 classes as studently possible. I made ridiculous friendships with outlandish characters and shit the days away doing godknowswhat godknowswhere with godknowswho. We thought we were living the life, and, for the time being, we were.

Freshman year was one of the greatest times of my life. I left Athens after one year chockfull of crazy times and with a G.P.A that, luckily, didn't correspond. I went on to spend the entire summer working at a day camp for little kids. I have no idea what massive debt I must have been incurring at the time that would have had the ability to force me into a job in which I would even have to SEE kids, let alone take care of them. I was pretty much a one-hit-wonder on the babysitting circuit in my hood (not one-hit as in "I actually hit the kids", but more like "I might as well have been beating the living daylights out of them for the sheer terror I think I inadvertently put in their little souls"), if that gives you any idea of my child-rearing capacity. Long story short- I went to the camp, played a little batter-on-the-bounce, drank 8 trillion juice boxes, and fell in love (with the children, that is. no such luck for my real love-life). The rest is Oakley (name-of-camp) history.

I returned to Athens in the Fall, but something had changed. I squatted down in my dorm room, making a GC on the GF (this is an acronym for the timeless dormfood classic we have come to know and love as a "grilled cheese on the george forman(grill)"). 'A Real Chance at Love's theme song blared out of my gigantic television as I sat down on my crusty futon to enjoy the gourmet dish. It was all so familiar. I had done it a hundred times in the past 3 quarters, yet somehow it was different now. I was older. I had done more...seen more....lived more.

I don't know where you think I might be going with this, but let me stop you before you start. Trust me. I know. There is always value in relaxing. Everyone needs that guilty pleasure. That time to themselves to maybe just do nothing else but enjoy the pure, unadulterated, nothingness that is 'Rock of Love with Brett Michaels'. I get it.

I'm just here to say that there IS more. It's so easy to be lazy, and oftentimes our asses feel like they weigh 5 million pounds more than our beer-guts (which I trust is not always the case). But there comes a point when you must DO SOMETHING. Anything. It doesn't even have to be the right thing, cause most of the time there isn't one. But just get out there. You gotta put all that life inside of you in motion. Because nothin's gonna happen to you just sittin in your room/dorm/apt/house/bathroom (aside from the fact that your brain cells will slowly deteriorate and rot, along with your will to live......haha kidding!).

So LIVE life. Let it get the very best of you. Something should.

p.s.> so that is my cheeeeezefest inspirational schtick for now...i promise i wont be servin up McTestimonials daily like RevRun. pinky swear.

Are you there Vodka? It's me... Mackenzie.

I just want to read this book. But I can't. Because I have too much to do. I have been sick for two weeks. My boyfriend has spread an pandemic mutant virus to me.. and I then of coarse was a carrier to all the other students on my campus, and my karma is Never Getting Healthy. I also have bipolar disease of emotions during winter quarter. Sundays blow because it's the wrath of the weekend day-- time for you to reflect on everything you didn't do, or what you should not have been doing, and missing home and a nice hot meal. PLUS im sick, like nasty girl in the classroom who is getting up out of the classroom to blow her nose every 15 minutes and you'd definitely regret sitting next to me because all i do is cough and make you feel disgusting-- because I feel disgusting. Ive kept cleaner than I usually do because showering is one of the only things that makes me feel like a normal person for a couple hours-- but I probably will still give a lasting impression on the students i interact with in my classes this quarter. also with the peoplei pass on the street because my face is entirely covered excluding only my eyes by my scarf because it feels better to breath that way. Ha ok well thats my shpeel.
ps kudos to people that let you stay in their apartments while they go out and watch their dvr'd material when you just can't stand being in the dorm one second longer.