My exams are over. My clinic is done for the semester. My client is getting her money. **WHEW** And now I get to breathe. "If I just breeeeeeeeathe...." Did you ever notice how people pick songs to represent their life? And it changes, based on where they are in their life. Or maybe I do this more then most, since I am rather musically fickle (like my play list that currently has rap, alternative and a capella in it...) But I look back at a majority of my life, and I always had a "song" or maybe 2 that was my song for the time. Those of you in Donlon remember my Chumbawumba obsession (which I STILL listen to before exams...) Or maybe, from high school, "Bitch" (yes, I though I was cool, just run with it.) Sometimes it was not a song I chose, but it was "imposed" on me, and represented an emotion (Donlon, remember Angela and the Robert Miles "Children" battle?) Sometimes a song stays with me, and it becomes an emotion song. An emotion song is one that always makes me feel a certain way, so I always listen to it when I want to feel a certain way (or if I feel that way and I want it to continue...) Like "Leavin' on a Jet Plane" always makes me sad but happy, since it was the "we are graduating and leaving college" song. Or "Video Killed the Radio Star" if I want to be happy (or turning Japanese if I want a more hyper happy.) And "Barbie Girl" STILL makes me laugh, although Aqua's "Heat of the Night" brings amusement as well (I am so surprised Christine never killed me...)

I wonder why songs stick like that? Why does "Only the Good Die Young" always make me think of Matt? Why does "Heat of the Night" make me think of Christine? Fishheads makes me think of Chris. Thong song for Joe. I have a song for almost every person, and some people get not just songs but artists (Kristen = Dixie Chicks, Deb = Billy, Trish = Marilyn Manson, Chris = Stephen Lynch AND Mozart, Claire = Harry Connick Jr. etc...) There are thousands of little neurons in my brain storing these random connections. Maybe I should get major artists to sing my homework...

On a completely different note, it will soon be new years, and, as per normal, I shall be having my new years party. This year it is home, at my friend brian's house. All are invited (I can say this because I don't think anyone other then my friends read my blog.) If you are coming, let me know, so we make sure we have plenty of food and alcohol for all!

P.S. Deb, I think the above paragraphs were an excellent example of mental babble. Much like my speaking, it makes little rational sense. ;-)