Soundtrack of my Life

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
How it works:
1. Open your music library
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press Play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press Next
6. Don't lie and try to pretend all your music is cool.
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Challis had this on her website and I enjoyed it, so I'm going to copy her and do the same. Here you go... the soundtrack of my life (by random selection):

Opening Credits: “Rich Young Ruler” –Derek Webb
Waking Up: “No Roads Here” –Corb Lund Band
First Day At School: "Comin Home” –Dallas Green.
Falling In Love: "A Lack of Color” –Death Cab for Cutie
Fight Song: "Five Dollar Bill” –Corb Lund Band. I love it. Such a fight song.
Grad: "Let it Die” –Leslie Feist.
Life: "Gloomy Sunday” –Billie Holiday. Now this is just sad.
Mental Breakdown: "Too Much Food” –Jason Mraz. Hahaha! It's a Christmas breakdown!
Driving: "Daughter, Don’t You Marry No Guitar Picker” – Corb Lund Band
Flashback: "Brighter Than Sunshine" –Aqualung
Getting Back Together: "Ways We Burn” –Jason Darling
Birth of a Child: "Sleep All Day” –Jason Mraz. I guess it was a rough labour.
Final Battle: "My Little Drum” –Vince Guaraldi from A Charlie Brown Christmas. I actually think this would be a great war song. Lots of drums.
Funeral Song: "To the Workers of the Rock River Valley Region, I Have an Idea Concerning Your Plight” – Sufjan Stevens. This is totally appropriate. It's a very beautiful, in-between kind of song: a good song to walk out into the light to.
End Credits: “Love Is Not Against The Law” –Derek Webb. Perfect.

You'd think I listen to a lot of Mraz, Derek Webb and Corb Lund... oh well, I guess that's what makes it random.

Public Announcement #2

I've decided to drop out of law school and pursue a career as a prima ballerina. This is a long-cherished dream of mine and I have faith in my success for the following reasons:

1. I usually lose weight during exams. This may end up being the most stressful exam period ever, so by Christmas I should be closer to the ballerina weight bracket than I've been in years. (For this reason, I won't be dropping out until exams are over.)

2. After several years of growing out my hair, it at last all fits into a bun on my head. Perfect ballerina hair.

3. I'm pretty sure I'll be lovely in a tutu and tights.

These factors combined are certain to make for a stellar career with the National Ballet. My lack of balance, training and discipline aside, there's nothing stopping me. I look forward to seeing you all in the front row at my first performance. I think I've got a good shot at the lead in The Rite of Spring.

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I was writing a letter to a friend during the break in my family law class this morning. It quickly degenerated into some stream-of-consciousness babble, posted here for your reading pleasure.

"The joy of my existence is a red, red scarf and a sweater to match. The couple sitting next to me are married. They are practically one person - one person in one program, one lawyer in two bodies. Law and love, perhaps, are not mutually exclusive after all. The scent of bubblegum permeates the room and I sigh as my professor begins to drone..."

"I can't grow up - not ready for life - let Christmas come, it's all my hope. Both light and life will shock me then and truth will shine on free."

Public Announcement

Once upon a time there was a mischievous sprite named Katie. Dark and lithe, she moved through the world like a shadow, seeing everything while remaining unseen. She hid her spirit well from prying eyes: those who passed by quickly and thoughtlessly were doomed to remain ignorant of its true nature, but those who took the time to wait and watch discovered dancing mirth, keen observation, and a sharp sense of humour. Katie was a girl worth knowing.

She was also evil.

Katie, I'm going to start posting on your blog. What goes around comes around, my friend.

I spent a large part of the weekend hanging out with a boy. No, I don't have a boyfriend. No, I'm not getting married in Fiji next week. And no, I'm not in a state of denial. His name is **** (call/email me if you really want to know). He's great. We have a lot of fun together. And that, for the moment, is where it stands. Do what you will with it.

I hope you're satisfied, Katie.