Where are all the nice guys hiding?

So I met the most amazing guy today.

Now, I don't know if I was actually attracted to him, or if I was just kinda stunned by the fact that he was without question the most sincere, genuine, open person I've ever met, and he had a real heart for God.

Why can't there be more people like him in the world? And if there are, where are they and why haven't I met them yet?

Gee, is it July already?

Okay, so when did it become July? And how come I only have 5 weeks left of summer? This is ridiculous.

Except not quite as ridiculous as the facts that
a) I just added two new shows to the ones that I watch.
b) I actually interrupted writing this post to listen to Christmas music
c) I actually kind of want to go back to school

I know. Awful right? Not only am I a tv junkie, I'm an aseasonal music listening, school-hankering, tv junkie. Ew. I pretty much revile myself a little bit.

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In other news, the world of college a capella music is pretty much AMAZING. It's pretty ridiculous that people can do all of that with their voices. I really want Pitchforks to reach that level of awesomeness, but I feel that even though our hearts are in it, we don't really work as hard as we could or should. We have an exceptional group of girls, but alas, we tend to slack off at our rehearsals and not focus as well as we should. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to compete in the ICCA, but do we really have the dedication to make it work? *sigh* 5 weeks til school starts and already I'm having a conniption about it.

Blurgh.

...that was weird

Okay, so I'm sure that by now you all know about my ridiculous obsession with Supernatural and the lovely men thereof. I thought I was alone in loving this television series, at least within the sphere of people that I actually communicate with. Anyway, last night I get home at like 11:30, and see my dad still up (keep in mind that his usual bedtime is 9:30), and not only this, but he was watching Supernatural. I mean yeah, the guy was a hardcore trekkie and never missed an episode of the X-Files, but really? I had not figured that when I watched a couple episodes with him that he would end up staying up for two hours past his bedtime watching my favorite show. It was just really weird.

And also in the "that was weird" vein, pretty sure the entire evening at ROS was spent discussing men and the anatomical parts which they possess. I was quite scandalized by the fact that people much younger than me (and I assumed more innocent) had become much more familiar with the various things that go along with a hardcore make-out session.

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In quite a different vein, I love to play the piano. I just recently learned how to play "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles, and that has occupied the musical bit of my brain for the past couple days.

Speaking of the musical part of my brain, I've been obsessed with several songs over the past couple of weeks - here they are.

Life in the Fast Lane - The Eagles
I Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon
Back in Black - ACDC

Classic rock is where it's at.