Sending Signs from the Speakers. . .

The speakers mock me. I'm sitting in my room. Eating a sandwich. Alone.

Songs from Keaton's Cd are playing. Ironic. I thought about him a lot tonight. At the dance. The winter formal. I didn't want to go.

Gah! Camelot is playing. Damn iTunes party shuffle. Every song that just played describes my life with an uncanny resemblance. Lets examine this:


Blue Comb '78: FIF *You must hear the beginning of the live version. It sums up what I didn't do tonight. I feel awful. But he stayed with me the whole night even thought I was a total wet blanket. He's an amazing guy.*
You Really got a Hold on me: The Beatles *This is what I wanted every time anyone asked me to dance and I said no.*
How to Handle a Women: Camelot *Not only does this song make me remember so many happy times, it's so beautiful and it makes me hurt inside all at once. I was with Keaton at the time. It was confusing but Camelot was a wonderful day
How Could I ever Know: The Secret Garden. . .

.....I'll get right back to list in one second Something's happening. The boy is calling. This night might be okay after all.

Oddly, my all-knowing iTunes is now playing Everything is Alright by Motion City Soundtrack.