As you have probably gathered, I am a music person. When you're around me, you're around music. After twenty years of my life, I've slept for about 8 years, and had a song stuck in my head for the remaining 12. You don't even need a math major to tell you that.
Today is a Sunday. Thank goodness. Another day of professors and I think I would have torn my hair out. Sunday is spent in church, aaaand in the dorm.
Yup.
Oh, and the dining hall (but as little time there as possible.)
Well, Sundays have become a day of music for me now. My roommate walks in and I'm either watching a movie or listening to music. For some reason I found myself listening to a Michael Jackson playlist. I don't pretend to know Michael Jackson's music well, so I was excited to expand my musical horizons into the genre of (*Google search for what genre Michael Jackson is*, oh. Sheesh, the dude was busy.)
I was excited to learn more about a famed artist! *clears throat to hid blush*
In the midst of the fast paced songs, I finished turning in homework and stared across the room and contemplated life.
"But was Annie okay?" I had a passing though.
As the day wore on, it became a chorus! "But was Annie okay?" I puffed as I climbed the stairs from the basement to the second floor with my cup of tea.
"But was Annie okay?" I asked my bath poof concernedly in the shower.
Then I was staring at my ceiling with my roommate snoring lightly across the room from me. "There were bloodstains, she hid under the table, and then in the bedroom. But was Annie okay?"
I could not sleep. I needed to get the stupid question out of my head. I rolled over and pulled my iPod towards me, put in earbuds, and turned on Pandora. I relaxed into the music and forgot about Michael Jackson,, his Annie, her safety, and fell asleep.
It was 3 AM. "Something Just Like This" by the Chainsmokers and Coldplay." My eyes slapped open.
"Just like what?"
"Something just like what."
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Here There Be Dragons
Proză scurtăYou're an adult, but you can never do everything perfectly. You think you can succeed, but are tempted to quit. It's college. You don't have to be perfect, right?
