The Spot

That’s it: pop music is a corporate whore. I’m listening to Justin Timberlake’s new extended McDonald’s ad: a song which expands on the new McDonald’s jingle “I’m loving it”. It’s....terrible.
I’m very disappointed. I’m afraid that my generation’s music is slowly losing its identity as an art form. Which is why I’m starting to identify more and more with the classical period. Beethoven knew how to write a ditty.
Let’s see... what’s new? Well, my social life just exploded. Kaboom! I booked Saturday with my godparents a month ago to see [what else?] Beethoven’s 5th. Da-Da-Da-DUM! Then Graham called to invite me to a YMCA staff party. Then I heard about a surprise party for Jen...
Augh! Well, I really want to go to the symphony, and I really want to see my family. I literally saw them less than I saw Dave more this semester. Oops. As for the Graham/Jen decision...I’m utterly torn. I love the YMCA crowd. Working with them for 315 hours this summer pretty much solidified a friendship, and all friendships must be nurtured. Seeing the Matrix Reloaded together just isn’t enough.
Oh the other hand, Jen is my age, and seems to have a genuine interest in being friends. I mean, she could be using me for my class notes, but probably not. And we all know I could use the kinda friend who comes over between classes: it would prevent me from holing up in my apartment for days at a time, writing papers utterly ignorant of the weather outside.
So I guess I’ll go to the concert at 8, come home at 10:30, go to Jen’s party by 11, come back at 2:30 and sleep all Sunday. Huzzah!
I hate to break it to you boys, but I don’t think I’m gonna make it for your b-day party. I tried my very very best. Congrats on growing older!
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