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Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

I recently came upon this song again (I hadn't heard it in years.), and it really struck a chord with me. I very much suggest watching it. And if you don't want to watch it, then here are the lyrics. ________________________________ Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99, wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay bef

When all else fails......... procrastinate.

I should be studying for a test right now... But I'm not, as you can clearly see. You see, it's a music history test, and I'm simply not in the mood to study. But I should. I really should. Yet, here I remain, typing this meaningless little blog in hopes of distracting my mind from the inevitable failure that is to come. Oi. I also have some homework to do for my theory class. I should do that, too. Ok... I've got to go... Like... now. 1, 2, 3, GO! ~Stef

Welcome Back, Mr. Kotter

I've been in a funk since May of 2005. Yeah. Nearly 3 years. It's crazy to think that I'm nearly 3 years out of high school... Anyways, though. Yes, a funk... And it sucked (Notice that I used the past tense!). But I believe myself to be coming out of it, ever so slowly. :) I don't know what it was, but there was something going on where I didn't know what I was doing with my life, I felt like everything I touched turned to cancer (Very few people will get that reference, but... Whatever. Jerry Springer the Opera, anyone???), and all I wanted to do was sleep my life away. I reiterate: it sucked. Lately, though, I've been treating myself a little better. I'm trying to make a conscientious effort to be more positive. None of this berating myself simply because I dropped a book. No looking in the mirror and thinking, 'Man, I was such a cute kid. What the hell happened??' It's surprising how powerful an effect on your overall mental state negativ