Oh song of my soul!

Music has always been my escape. I clean to cope with anger so that I don't explode and say something I might regret, I read when I need to shut out reality and live in a fantasy for awhile and I write when I'm emotional and don't have an outlet for my feelings. But always, ALWAYS, there's music. When I'm happy, bored, excited, sad, stressed or just me, there's music to play in the background and make me smile.

I'm one of those annoying people who sing along to EVERY song. I've mentioned this before. I happen to think I have a decent voice...but I'm also aware that not everyone wants to hear me belt out whatever is playing. I'm sure there's days the boyfriend doesn't even want to hear me...Too bad that he lives with me and has to listen, hmm? I should probably be a nice girlfriend and buy him some ear-plugs for his birthday.

Anywho...since life has been such a stress sandwich lately, music has become even more of a release for me. On extremely bad days, I take a drive and scream along with Linkin Park. On days like today, when I can't really take a drive, I tune into Pandora or make a play list on Grooveshark of songs that have caught my attention lately and tune out as much as I'm able.

Because RM has been so neglected lately and I haven't done a Top 9 in so very long, I thought I'd share today's playlist which just happens to be my current Top 9 songs :)

Enjoy!

Top 9 Current Songs I Can't Get Out of My Head
(In the order they happen to appear on my playlist...)


Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts



The Script's Break Even



Adele's Rolling in the Deep



Daughtry's No Surprise



Pink's Fuckin' Perfect



Cee-Lo Green's Fuck You



Linkin Park's Iridescent



Linkin Park's A Place For My Head (Still my all-time favorite song!)



Carrie Underwood's Just a Dream (For Tyler, RIP)




As you might have deduced, more than a few of these songs are stuck in my head because I've recently seen them on The Voice which just happens to be my latest Tuesday night addiction...and one of the few luxuries I'm afforded right now. It makes me smile when not much does lately. Well, besides the boyfriend, he can ALWAYS make me smile. That might be why he's still the boyfriend...that and the fact that I'm head over hills in love with him.

Anywho, before I get too sappy for you, I'll let you all go and enjoy my gifts to you :p

Toodles, my faithful followers!

Hangin' Tough this Monday morning...

Good morning folks...



Okay, that's maybe an overstatement. It's not exactly a good morning now, is it? Well maybe for you, but not for me. I slept funny again. And because I can't really remember any details of my disturbing dreams, I'm going to blame my poor night's sleep on the ridiculous American Music Awards.

A little tidbit you may not know about me, I love watching award shows. Not really to see who gets what award (although I do love it when my favorite artists win) but to see the performances. So for any of you who tuned in last night, you can see why I would be disappointed.

Now a sane person would have changed the channel after that horrendous opening by Rihanna. To paraphrase the boyfriend, it was like Cirque De Soleil and your trashiest strip club had a love child. It was NOT pretty.

But, alas, I held out hope that things wouldn't be all bad. To quote The Cranberries, "...I was wrong, I was wrong..."

All I can say in retrospect is that after every poor performance I kept hoping it would turn around. And I kept my fingers crossed that the New Kids on the Block/Backstreet Boys collaboration wouldn't be a hot mess.

Now, to be fair, it wasn't ALL bad. Pink rocked like only she can do, even patting her barely visible baby bump as she exited stage right. Christina's Burlesque performance was fun and nearly has me thinking that I might want to waste twenty bucks to go see her movie. Taylor Swift was cute and classy as always.

And...AND...the collaboration was everything awesometastic. I don't even like the Backstreet Boys and I was singing along. With the very first choreographed dance move I was transported back to my 8 year old self cooing at the guys I was sure I was going to marry. (Don't judge me...you know you did it too.)

Let me fill you in a little bit. I was the epitome of a New Kids fan back in the day. I had all of their posters from the teeny-bopper magazines plastered all over my bedroom walls. I had their faces on t-shirts, I had them on VHS. Hell, I even had their sheet-set on my bed. I was OBSESSED.

So imagine me last night, in bed with the boyfriend sitting nearly forgotten beside me, hands over my mouth, eyes wide...very nearly squealing at the T.V.

Yeah, I was THAT girl.



But it's great, right?!?! RIGHT?!?!?!

Okay, I'm going to leave you all now...I think I may have embarrassed myself enough. If you need me, I'll be lip-syncing Step by Step while folding laundry.

Toodles my dears!!