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I spend a lot of time at the computer. A lot of that time is spent blogging and doing graphic projects. The great thing about spending time at the computer is that my iTunes mp3 player can play constantly. I have a 300 disc CD changer, but it's so much more convenient to listen to music at my computer. The controls are easy to use and I can listen to exactly what I want to listen to at any given time.

I tend to use the shuffle functions a lot. Unlike my CD player, I can shuffle in different ways with iTunes. For instance, right now I'm listening to my Ben Folds/Ben Folds Five shuffle. It's every track I have by Ben Folds. I can rank the tracks, so it will play the tracks I like best most often, but it will still play other Ben Folds tracks as well.

I can shuffle my whole mp3 collection the same way, 4642 tracks that would take 12.3 days to play. I do this a lot, and it often suprises me what comes up. It tells me a lot about myself.

I was listening to my Ben Folds shuffle today and a song came on that reminded me of myself and my current situation. Now, normally I like that kind of thing. Lyrics can be so damn powerful, and it's always bugged me just a little bit when some who's never met me (in most of these cases) can so perfectly peg what's on my mind. I've never really been able to do that myself. Ben Folds can do that, I'm sure he didn't know that he was doing it as he has no idea of my existence. I suppose that makes my situation un-uniqe, or the way I deal with things un-unique....

I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be free what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
I got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah you'd think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my Southern accent
Did I make me up
Or make a face 'til it stuck
I do the best immitation of myself

Ben Folds Five
Best Imitation of Myself
Ben Folds Five


I go to school and I write exams
If I pass, if I fail, I drop out
Does anyone give a damn
And if they do they'll soon forget
'Cuz it won't take much for me
To show my life ain't over yet
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
I wake up wondering if anything in my life
Is ever going to change
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
And everything around me stays the same

What a Good Boy
Barenaked Ladies
Gordon


Fuck!
Your life is spining out of control
Seems the whole world is out to get you
Everything is wrong, nothing seems right
There's a sinking feeling inside
Even your best friend has turned his back
But you can't let bring you down
No you've got to fight

'Cuz you try but you can't let go

It's when you're down that you gotta get up
Don't let 'em walk all over your face
Stand up for yourself and make everything right again
Even if some guy's tryin'g to blackmail
And your girlfriend thinks you suck
It's up to you to let them know
That it was just part of some rich guys evil plan
Look out ahead there's a truck changin' lanes
You got some yellow crumbs on your upper lip
And those warts on your dick aren't gonna go away
Unless you start using topical cream every day

Warts on Your Dick
DVDA
Basekelball Soundtrack


The sun's comin' up
She's pulled all the blankets over
Curled in a ball
Like she's hiding from me and
That's when I know
She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up
For terrible things I did to her in her dreams

You wanna see the other side
What's goin' on behind the eyes
Still it seems if you can't trust
You can't be trusted

Trusted
Ben Folds
Songs for Silverman


Whoa baby
I want you to understand every word
Yeah, yeah, yeah baby
I wan't you to understand every word
You ain't mad 'bout something that you know
But sure enough mad 'bout something you heard

Mad 'Bout Something
James Harman
Do Not Disturb


She ain't shy
But she's careful what she'll take
She's got her foot on the gas
But she's tappin' on the brake
But we are special
Just like a diamond

Diamond
Abby Someone
Nervous Breakthrough/Back to Me


Last night I had a dream
That we were so in love
But then I woke up and remembered
All the things you had done to me
And I was happy it was just a dream

When you were here with me
Things were such a mess
With every passing day
I loved you less and less
Until that winter day
Had to say good bye
You'll never hear from me
Let me tell you why

Beacause I

Won't call you
Won't bug you
I've already forgot you
Don't love you
Won't miss you
Even though this song is about your

Anti Love Song
Patient 957
Unreleased


I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork
Than watch you going out with other men
I'd rather slam my fingers in a door
Again and again and again and again and again

Can't you see what I'm trin' to say darlin'?

I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches
Shove an icepick under a toe nail or two
I'd rather clean all the bathrooms
In Grand Central Station with my tongue
Than spend one more minute with you

Yes I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumb tacks
Or stick my nostril together with crazy glue
I'd rather dive into a swimming pool
Filled with double edged razor blades
Than spend one more minute with you

I'd rather rip my heart right out of my ribacage
With my barehands and then throw it on the floor
And stomp on it 'til I die

Than spend one more minute with you

One More Minute
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Permantent Record: Al in the Box (Disc 4)


And I don't wanna hear you say
You cheer me up when I'm having a bad day
I like your smile, I like your eyes
I like the way you hold my hand
Run your fingers through my hair
And how you, how you act like you care
But it's a little complicated
Just a little complicated

And I don't wanna hear you ask me
To come hang out with you while you fall asleep
"Just give me one second.
I gotta make a phone call
I know this sounds bad
I just got to talk to him
For just a couple of minutes
It's a little complicated
Just a little complicated"

It's a Little Complicated
Joe Bucholz
(I'm sure it's on one of Joe's albums, but I know it fromopen mics)

And I could spend the rest of my day doing this, but that laundry isn't going to fold itself....

BOJ