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i have some unhealthy obsession with beautifully sad songs. i think i burned my self out on fun with This Must Be... Pop!, because the last mix i made, Nightsongs, is a decidedly somber affair, and i'm working on a mix now and have already thrown on a GBV song and two smiths songs that seriously just wrap me up in sadness. But I can't stop listening. Except for now, cause i just threw on the secrets and am rocking out.

So last night after bostonians song selection (bon jovi - always, mac the knife, five for fighting - superman, nelly furtado - some song, janet jackson - some song, leanne rimes - some song about moonlight) i sat down and had a beer, because hey, I earned it. Tim opened one up so i wasn't drinking alone, we guys watched jerry maguire, and i went across the hall when it starts to really really suck (the bruce springsteen song). Not quite sure how it happened, but soon people were drinking beers and rum. I'm such a trendsetter. we watched office space, or some of it at least. And somehow i got to bed around 4:30. I was reminded last night that it was september 11. Which is like, the first week of a billion here. That was just kind of like "wow" because hey, it's been an action-packed 11 days or whenever people got here. It's going to be really really weird on friday to be away from BC and away from the 829/830 block and away from the bizarre nights. Oh yeah, i went food shopping earlier in the day, and spent $50 on junk food. I also got the actual arranging part of "beautiful day" all taking care of. Now comes layout, syllables and transcription.

I woke up a few times throughout the night, most of them coming between 7-9 which was great because i was all "woohoo, i get to stay here until 11." During one of these wakeups i heard tara come over and say something about planes going into the world trade center. I wasn't phased. Then katie called me, and I said "yeah, i know, but i have another hour to sleep." Then she yelled at me and I woke. Watched tv till 12:30 when i showered. Then i went to work, and on my way to work is when the whole thing hit me. I was bopping out to the smiths and suddenly there were tears in my eyes. Work was cancelled, came back and watched tv till auditions, which went fine. then came home and watched a little butch cassidy and did a little homework.

I have nothing profound to say about the event. blah blah blah it's beyond words. But i do wonder about a little bedroom laptop band called I am the World Trade Center. How will this affect their careers?