The DMV Experience

Now, this blog was mainly here to vent about anything that I felt needed to be vented and ranted about; and today opened my eyes to something that really made me want to rip my hair out...

The DMV.

I am seventeen years old. In reality, this means I can see R-rated movies.

But hey, I guess I don't look my age because I can't get into these films without my mommy. Oh shoot - that made me look a little immature.

Unfortunately, I am deathly afraid of driving; so I don't have my license. So, no photo I.D.

Today, my boyfriend and I decided that we wanted to see one of those movies and we didn't want a hassle, or have to sneak in, to a movie that I should be allowed into. So... that meant a trip to the lovely Department of Motor Vehicles.

Thad, having already experienced a let-down at the DMV (along with 99% of the population, i'm sure.) , got prepared to ensure that no problems would be met and I would walk out of that god-forsaken place with a nice temporary I.D. I had my social security card, my birth certificate, cash... ready to go.

Getting there and taking a number; we waited for a little bit.

Before noticing the sign that said.........

ONLY CHECKS AND MONEY ORDERS ACCEPTED - NO CASH

Angered that we had forgotten this little snag, we left to go to a gas station so that I may get a money order. Money order in hand - we made our return trip.

Of course, no DMV could be in a populated, convenient area... so you know, it's a drive.

Upon returning we realized that it was getting a little late. Thaddeus needed to pick up his puppy from the groomer's in an hour, so I was left to fend for myself.
I pressed the button to receive my second number of the day, convinced that I had outsmarted the people of PennDOT and was about to get my ID.

104...105.............106.....107...108.

108! Yes! That's me! As my excitement peaked - I walked to the desk.
And that's when a feeble old man cut in front of me.

Apparently, even the soulless employees of the DMV have feelings and the man sitting at the desk let the old man cut in front of me and told me that he'll "Get to me in a moment."

This just isn't going my way.

After the old man had left; I once again made the trip up to the desk and sat down.

The man looked at me and quietly said, "Okay, what do you need?"

I replied a photo ID, and promptly pulled out my documents to prove that I was actually a legitimate human.

And that's when I hit 2 detrimental snags.

1.) Apparently, I was at the wrong desk. You do not press the "photo" option on the number printer if you want a PHOTO ID. Whoops.
2.) Since I am under 18, and did not have parents with me, I needed a piece of mail to prove my address.

And the guy at the desk just wanted to tell me this before I "wasted my time."

My anger reaching it's limit, I told him that I already have and left.

You know, if they actually wanted to get things done at the DMV; they would tell you what they needed so you could actually get something accomplished.
I just think they like turning people away.

And what is the point of having a website if you're not going to have any sort of real information available?! I had to use the search bar to find out their hours of operation. Logical, PennDOT, very logical.

Well, that's my rant. I could go on and on about the stupid things that happened there today, meaningless anecdotes, but I would lose my point and seem a lot less intelligent.

Here, my dear readers, is some valuable information if you plan on braving the DMV:

*Hours of operation: 8:30am - 4:15pm
*What you should bring: Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, a check or money order with your needed amount for whatever you may be attempting to obtain, proof of address, and something to kill the wait time.... and/or the employees/annoying people. (I am not condoning this.)

This only holds true to the DMV's of Pennsylvania.

Oh, the real kicker here... the summer blockbuster we wanted to see was rated PG-13. So, we saw it anyway.

Peace out,
-Amy Lee

Currently listening to: "Your Love is My Drug" - Ke$ha
also suggests: using www.rainymood.com

Going Furthur.

I went to a concert last night. The concert was 'Furthur', who if you don't know is basically a Grateful Dead tribute band, starring members of The Grateful Dead: bassist Phil Lesh and front man/guitarist Bob Weir.

Okay, normally, I really wouldn't write a post about a concert.. but this wasn't any average concert.

For any of you that actually reads this blog and has been to a Grateful Dead concert, maybe you understand. But for the majority that don't, it's definitely something to experience at least one in your life.

Walking into a group of the band's biggest fans called "dead heads" was basically life changing. Other than people just there to see the band play, Thaddeus walked me through a group of tents set up like a village with people seeling all sorts of tye-dye apparel, jewlery, and other hand made things all while looking for people to sell them tickets to that night's show.

I've never been in the middle of so many people doing so many illegal things. Every few feet people were selling nitrous balloons, passing joints, and who knows what else. People were swarming, and I was holding onto my boyfriend's arm for dear life.

I was told about that little "village" beforehand, but nothing could prepare me for the actual thing. What strikes me as odd were that these people follow the band. From show to show, they just follow the band... selling whatever they could to make enough money to buy gas to drive to the next show.

These people just have no care in the world. And I don't understand how they do it when I saw quite a few of them with children.

After walking around the parking lot for a while, we actually ventured up to the venue. For sitting around for quite a while before the show actually started; all the seats were empty. The show was set to begin at 7:30, and people finally started filing in about ten minutes till. While people were filing in; everyone was introducing themselves to one another, asking how many shows the other had been to, and talking about the show from last night (which, apparently, everyone was at.)

And then, with the time inching closer to showtime, the entire scene changed.

Suddenly, everyone around me were passing around pipes, joints... everything.. and offering it to everyone else around them.

I made it through high school without getting offered as many drugs as I did last Sunday.

The air was thick with the scent of marajuana, and what sickened me was all the kids running around. I mean, come on. I had a splitting headache. ...those poor kids.

After the first set; Thad and I took a seat to relax. I turned around to look around and right behind me was a fat guy with a bag of cocaine, snorting it with three other people.

I really felt like I shouldn't have been there.

But at the same time, with everyone around me doing basically everything I disapprove of in life.. they were all such nice people. Everyone talking to each other, bonding over how many shows they've been to, the music, the experience.. It amazed me.

I may have been disapproval of the entire scene, but it was definitely something to see. The idea that these people are just so willing to follow around a band and spend their life doing these things was inconcievable to me, and.. I don't really know what to say there.

I wonder what they do when the band is not touring.

The band, well... I'm not the biggest Dead fan in the world. It seemed like background music to me, and I just couldn't focus on about 2 minutes of hook and chorus in between about 20 minutes of improvisation between the bass, the guitar, the other guitar, and the drummer. (No offense Thaddeus, and any other fans out there.)

Well, all in all, it was something to see. And hey, the music was good. It may not have been my favorite thing; but there was no denying it was good.

Oh, and getting lost in Philly after wards was pretty fun. Nothing like the computerized voice of the GPS saying "recalculating" fifty thousand times.

Peace out,
-Amy Lee

Currently listening to: Nothing!!! :O
Currently watching: The Hills, A Hollywood Ending. (Oh my gosh, the finale SUCKED.)

Oh where, oh where have you been you ranting blogger?

The last time I posted was June 2nd. That was basically the start of my summer! School was ending, at for me that meant the up and coming end of my career in high school and ready to move along to college. (Ready? Really? Who am I kidding?)

The end of school wasn't anything special for me. A lot of my friends and fellow classmates were totally broken up about leaving the school we've been present in for six years, as we do not have a seperate middle school.

At class day, the celebration of our class.. I didn't cry as I was hugging the people I've come to know all of my life as we all clamored up on the stage to the sound of our class song. I didn't cry, even if people were slobbering all over my brand new dress.

At graduation practice... I read a book and learned how to "shake with my right hand, take with my left, smile for the cameras, and walk straight down the aslie before turning to my seat.

Before graduation... I whined as my mother took my picture in my cap and gown and complained about how hot it was.

And finally, at that moment.. sitting with my class as speech after speech happened, and we were called to receive our diplomas after successfully fufilling our graduation requirements that I walked across the stage shook, took, smiled and walked straight out to my chair that I realized...

I was relieved.

I was relieved to be walking away from that stadium, to be walking away from that school, never actually required to go there ever again. And as we threw our caps in the air in a moment of poor joy; it seemed that everyone else on the field was relieved too.

Then that split second ended, and girls began hugging each other in tears, Parents flooded the field looking for their "babies" as pandemonium ensued as everything became claustrophobic.

I stayed in one place, waiting for my family as MY friends came rushing to me. My friends. Underclassmen from the band, past alumni from the band, and maybe about 5 other graduates.

I didn't cry, and it was shocking to me how many people were.

Enough of that!! It's July, so where was I for the rest of the summer?! Well, for the rest of June i've been galavanting all across the Wyoming Valley with a few close friends, and especially my all-too-wonderful boyfriend Thaddeus. The writer of www.thadsemporium.com

Besides spending the summer laying by the pool with any book I please, i've been spending my time attending car cruises with my boyfriend and his family in one of their many antique cars, having smoothies and chai tea in Barnes and Noble, making way too many trips to the movies to see the new summer blockbusters the day they come out, and having little road trips all over the Keystone State.

While i've been living up here in the summer months, i've also been working, preparing for going to school again in the fall, and rebuilding the haunted house I work at. (read one of the other haunted house members blog at http://hauntedhousewriter.blogspot.com/)

Oh, and I also got this really rad new laptop that i'm currently blogging from.

More to come, internet. Stay tuned and enjoy what's left of the summer!

Dear Digg,

Here's a complaint:

Digg, I used to love you. You were the first website I used to open every time I logged onto the wonderful world wide web.

But now Digg.... I want to burn you alive.

Rarely, will I ever check digg for news. I cannot STAND that you have advertisements disguised as posts. Oh, and why should I care about the 10 most disgusting [insert something here]

Please, go back to the days of interesting tech blogs, cool gaming news, and no ads disguised as stories.

...

Right at this moment, i'm realizing the effect music has on me.
I'm feeling quite angsty at the moment, and I've been listening to Seether, Coheed and Cambria, Three Days Grace, Avenged Sevenfold, Blue October, Chevelle, and Muse since i've gotten out of work two hours ago.

I'm sure this isn't helping my crappy mood, but I can't help it.
Depending on my mood, I let music envelope me.

When i'm happy, it's danceable music. When i'm sad, it's mostly Bright Eyes. Angsty, like this... and I go back to goth-Amy.

I try to be positive, and I just can't.

Is something wrong with me? Or is everyone like this? I just decide that i'm going to be mad and I can't bring myself out of this.

Maybe I should just shuffle through and shut up.

-Amy Lee

Currently listening to (and want to cry my eyes out to): "I'm Broken" - Seether

Barnes and Noble!

I'm blogging. From my iPod. Wee. I have nothing to say other than that. And I'm in Barnes and Noble.

New look!

Hope everyone likes my new look on the blog.

Here's a random anecdote for you:
I usually pre-write my blog in a little journal that's decked out with these little owls. So i'm pretty excited that this template matches.

That's all i've got for you.

Look for a new post coming soon about rising teen pregnancy and why I love 16 and Pregnant and Teen Mom!

New Music

Just a quick random post for you.

Some of my friends think that I have the weirdest taste in music. If you have the opprotunity to browse through my iPod or my collection on my computer, you'd probably look at me like i'm cracked. It goes through every single genre out there.

Lately though, i've gone from enjoying Blue October, Three Days Grace, Say Anything, Muse, and Coheed and Cambria to way too much Beach Boys, Jack Johnson, and a whole lot of Conor Oberst and Bright Eyes. A lot of the stuff my boyfriend introduced me to.

I really wonder what's responsible for the total opposite end of the spectrum switch.

In the meantime, I think that everyone should take a hypothetical trip to California in the 50's and 60's and listen to the Beach Boys..
Or check out Jack Johnson and Conor Oberst. ;)

Peace!

Currently listening to: "Sleep Through the Static" - Jack Johnson

A Love-Filled History Lesson

Being polar opposites with someone may seem like a reason to not get to know someone, be their friend, or whatever else... but in my case, that phrase, polar opposites, is exactly how I would describe my current boyfriend.

Thad (check out his blog at www.thadsemporium.com) is essentially my exact opposite; a preppy, reclusive, as he says "elitist" of his old high school, and now strutting around his college campus in a series of button-down Hollister shirts and perfectly done hair only letting a few carefully chosen friends getting to know him well enough so they're not complete strangers - is my social opposite: I, on the other hand, a nerd, a gamer, a musician, singer, actress, the type of girl that's okay with rolling out of my bed, brushing her teeth/washing her face/tying up her hair, throwing on a t-shirt and sweat pants and leaving the house to see her battalion of "acquaintances" and small group of "best friends."

When we first met through a mutual friend, I had no idea that the kid that introduced himself to me with the ever-so-popular greeting of "Downtown Amy Brown! How's it goin'?" would ever become someone that it now seems... I need to live.

At that first meeting, I couldn't even figure out who... for lack of a better phrase, he was trying to be. He was cracking stupid jokes and comments to which no one was responding; except for me. I think the only thing pushing me on was the fact that he was pretty cute... or maybe I was just doing it to be nice. Either way, I kept laughing.

I guess from that brief meeting, he chose to add me on facebook, and I chose to write on his wall. With that initiated contact, he would leave me goofy comments all the time, and then eventually.... we both got the courage to obtain the others' cell phone numbers.

After a few.. not so great dates, we went to Barnes and Noble for coffee. Thad seemed - different some how. We had a great conversation, and then looked around through all the books. We talked about our favorite books and favorite writers and he was getting excited and happy, as far as I could tell. It was a side of him that I had yet to see, and i'm quite sure a lot of people that have known him longer than I have, have STILL yet to see. It's then that I realized that there was definitely something between us, and I could definitely see us together. From there, we set up another date. We went to the movies, to see Where the Wild Things Are. The movie did not hold our attention, we began to chat and flirt with each other, and soon enough... he kissed me. And with one last exchange:

"So... is this official now?" "I think so."

We've been together for five months, and already I can't see myself without him. I know that seems like a huge statement for a seventeen year old girl that's been making her life's decisions to make, but Thaddeus works well in whatever I choose to do.

Not many people seem to understand why we work so well together, and honestly... I can't explain it to you either. As he says (and wrote about in his blog) we DO have people in our social groups that would essentially work out. But we both don't care.
I can't explain to you my feelings for him, and if I tried I would probably just sigh and smile at you as if living in a day dream.

As i've portrayed this as if Thad and I are perfect; at times our differences do get the best of us, and we do fight. But it seems like every time this happens and we try to give the other the cold shoulder it will last for about five seconds before we both start nudging each other and constantly asking "What's your problem?" which just shows me that we're always willing to talk it out. And that fact, is something everyone in a relationship should try.

In the fall, Thad and I will be attending the same college with alike majors - as he just switched. Many people are already telling me that we won't last; considering the amount of time we'll be seeing each other. We're both willing to take this challenge because already, we try to see the other as much as possible. Days away from the other tend to become painful and feel empty, and we're both prone to spend many hours replaying past nights in our heads over and over again.

Sometimes, finding that person that it feels like you're "meant to be with" can last an entire life time. It could be painful, it could be hard. But love can turn up in the most unlikely places - with the most unlikely person. Keep trying, and don't give up.

And while you may be out there looking for it, try Barnes and Noble. You might even catch Thad and I sitting there, our hands clasped together in the middle of the table, enjoying one of our trademark deep conversations, and laughing at the others' jokes. We still go there, whenever the mood strikes us... and every time we leave, I still have the same initial reaction of what might of been me falling in love with him.

Currently listening to: "Four Winds" - Bright Eyes

Mushy and gushy love post.

Short post today, I have only one thing to say:

Being in love is so... great. You stumble, you fall, but when you're with someone who matters.. you'll be picked back up again. And it's the greatest feeling ever, to be picked up again.

Unrelated note: check out my wonderful boyfriend's blog at:
http://www.thadsemporium.com


Currently listening to: Lua by Bright Eyes.

Memory holding pavement...

I realized today as I walked off my school bus, down the road I live on to my house that i've been doing this exact same motion since I was in Kindergarten.

It's amazing how things have changed.

What sparked my notice of this was that a piece of the sidewalk had cracked off and was laying in my neighbor's yard. I looked down on an instinct, and there it was. A chunk of pavement. My mind immediately alerted me as if saying, "Hey.. that wasn't like that before."

As I looked at that pavement my mind flooded with memories. Mainly of when I was a little kid and that front sidewalk against the main road was off-limits to me unless my mother was in the front yard. And even then, I was only allowed up to where the pavement turned from white cement to black top (the piece of cement that cracked off was a piece of the black top)because that's where my mother's line of sight would end.

Since I've been going to school, i've walked down the same sidewalk and up the same side street to reach the safety of my house. In Kindergarten until about 5th grade, I probably sprinted up that sidewalk as fast as my little legs would carry me. From 6th grade to 10th, I walked home with a bit of a spring in my step. Now, at the age of 17 and quickly finishing my last year of high school I practically have to drag myself off the bus and to my house, only to unlock the door and collapse into my kitchen as if my day in school had completely exhausted me.

I miss being little, I miss sprinting down that sidewalk... I miss going outside and just running around with my brother until it got dark and hearing my father yell "AMY AND ADAM, IT'S TIME TO COME IN!!!!" as loud as he could, to be sure we'd hear it no matter how far away we are.

I kicked that piece of sidewalk on my way to my house today, and it reminded me of a game we all would play while walking the streets; kick pebbles as far as you could up the road. And suddenly, I really wished it was acceptable for me to sprint to my house with all the speed I could muster without looking like a freak.


Currently listening to: "Trouble" - NeverShoutNever!

Girls need to stop.

I'd like to start of this post by thanking my fellow "Haunted House Writer", blog writer, and good friend Mr. Cory Brin by giving me the idea for this post due to his post of "Christmas needs to stop" and others.

Hey Cory, i'm advertising your blog on my blog, you cool with that? K? Cool.
EVERYONE CHECK OUT CORY'S AWESOME BLOG AT: http://hauntedhousewriter.blogspot.com/

*ahem* Anyway.

Okay, this post is dedicated to every female who lives in a location that gets exceptionally cold in the winter months and who owns a pair of Ugg Boots or something similar.

Now, those of you who know me know I have similar boots to Uggs and wear them quite often. I love them. They're comfy, they're warm, and I think they look cute. That's probably because they remind me of what a lot of characters in the video games wear that I love oh so much:

"Link" of Legend of Zelda thinks boots over pants are cool.

But anyway, what disgusts me is the fact that girls wear.. skirts.. with no leggings.. or tights.. and just boots. Or shorts. A few weeks ago I actually saw a girl at the mall wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a winter coat, and a pair of Uggs.

It was snowing by the way, and the wind was whipping. It was freezing, quite simply.
Whoever that chick was, I wanted to seriously smack her.

You don't look cute senoritas, you look stupid. And you're probably freezing your little legs off, so just stop it and do us all a favor.

It just goes back to the latest trend of girls acting stupid for attention, but that's something to address next time.

Leave your thoughts for what you think of this very "practical" *rolls eyes* style!



Peace out!
-Amy

Currently listening to (And recommends!): Woe (The Optimist) - Say Anything

Being A Cashier...

I got told not to go into work today due to the snow. So instead i'm posting a really fun blog (in my opinion) that customers do while grocery shopping that annoy the piss out of cashiers.

1. "Are you open here?" Okay. Now. There's two uses for this very simple phrase that both really annoy cashiers. What shows that a cashier is open at a store? If you said the light above their register with the register number, you are correct. Obviously, people do not like to look at this light.
-Use number one of "are you open here?": Customer spies a cashier at a register where there are no other customers. The light of said register is not on. The aforementioned cashier is cleaning the register, and there are bags on the monitors. Just with me laying this out for you here; do you think the register is open? If you say no... once again, you are correct.

Why then, do people believe that we are open? Why must you ask? We will casually laugh, mention the number the registers that are open (with the light on!) and the customer will move on, usually pissed off because we didn't have enough courtesy to check them out right then and there with a register that doesn't have a drawer in it.

-Use number two: Okay, congratulations customer. You've done it. You've officially grabbed all of your groceries and successfully made it to the front end of the store for check out. You push your cart up to a lane with the light on, and there's a cashier standing there looking at you, but also looking quite bored. You mutter the magic phrase: "...Are you open here?"
What the cashier is really dying to say to you here is undoubtedly "No, douche. I'm standing here for my health. Just put your crap up on the belt, hand me your discount card and be on your way so I can go back to my extremely rewarding part-time job of being bored for the next 5 hours."
What we will say to you is something along these lines: "Uh-huh! *cheerful smile* How are you today? Do you have your *insert name here* Card today?"

2.) When the customer does not respond to your "Hi! How are you today?!", but instead tells you what kind of bag they want. My God. People... can you please just work with me here? We cashiers have this script kind of layed out for us:
"Hi! How are you today?"
"Do you have your Card today?"
"Would you like paper or plastic?"
Can you please, please, pleeease just answer me when I ask how you are today? I'll get to the bag part. I promise I will. I know you know that I really honestly do not care how you're feeling - I've never seen you outside of this location before and i'm completely apathetic to you to be honest... but it's common courtesy!

3.) When customers insist on not using dividers. They are there for a reason people. If you don't want me to put part of your order on my current customer's order I suggest you put up that divider.

4.)Cell phones. Please hang up your cell phone when you come through check out. Pantomiming everything I need to ask you is not part of my job discription... And also, I don't want to overhear your conversation. Once again, i'm apathetic about your life.

5.) Stereotypical old women who dump out their change purses on your register. Damn it, put the change in your pocket for now and move along. I have a line, and I can't start with them until you move. You are creating an extremely awkward moment while my next customer tries to hand me their discount card and I refuse it because you. haven't. moved!

6.) Grabbing the cashier's hand while we're trying to get things from you.Completely unnessesary, thank you for getting your disgusting jerms on me. I'm just trying to take your money. There does not need to be any hand-holding. This can be a completely contact-free transaction. I promise. 70% of the people who come through here do it all the time. So please, don't touch me. And don't get offended when I immeadiately sanatize my hands.

That's all I have for now. Thank you, for reading my first rant.

-Amy

Currently listening to: Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) - Bruce Springsteen

Death Wishes and Yoga!

So, I was going to post an uber long blog about how Jason Jones (the tech guy at my high school) was asking for a death wish by blocking personal email access on school computers...

But, he decided to let it go until last year. :)
Now I have nothing to talk about.

Other than how completely AWESOME Yoga is!

Yes, it's true. I am now obsessed with yoga. (And eating organic food. Do it. It's fantastic.) I started off with this obsession when my mother purchased Wii Fit Plus for me, and I actually got motivated to do it. Shocker.

Loosely defined, Yoga is the practicing of physical and mental health through breathing, meditation and practicing postures.

Defined by me, yoga is painful and amazing.

Yoga on the Wii Fit is simplified. You may choose to learn the poses they have offered, and your trainer will show you how. They also show you how to breathe. Which is in and out slowly through your nose. Deeply.

After using the Wii Fit yoga sessions for a week, I decided to check out some videos on the subject to see if I was doing it properly. I noticed just how elementary Wii Fit Yoga is, but it still accomplishes the same thing. (If done properly) Also, it shows you your center of balance, which I find very beneficial.

After two weeks of this, I find myself more relaxed and well with the world. And the poses are easier. When I first began, I was straining myself and holding my breath... which is a big no-no. Now, doing the Sun Salutation before and after school makes me feel sooooo good.

If you want to get into Yoga, and have a Wii, I strongly recommend buying Wii Fit Plus Balance Board Bundle and trying it out. I also recommend taking a class (does anyone want to take a class with me?!) or watching videos on Youtube.

For those of you who already do yoga: let me know what your favorite poses are!!!

You'll love me in the end, promise.

-Amy!

Currently listening to: Calle Ocho (I Know You Want Me) - Pitbull

New Blog!

Okay, so this will be... attempt number... 3, I think, of trying to keep and updated blog? I might actually do it this time. Key word there, might.
I've decided that i'm not quite sure what i'm going to post in here (Oxymoron, yes! +10). One day, it could be about Gravestone, it could be about Drama Club, it could be about school, music, my boyfriend, video games, books, my art teacher that I despise with the intensity of one thousands suns, whatever... But... it could possibly be interesting.

Today I come to you with school. And here's why:
Senior projects are in full swing. My senior class are half-way through our second oral updates (I finished! I got a 98! Yay!) and we're beginning work on our Research Paper. *insert suspenseful music here* I decided to do my paper on The No Child Left Behind Act and It's Effects On Our Education!
As I dove into this topic, i've discovered that there's a LOT to look at... but no one's really saying anything at all.
I believe that this act is holding the United State's students back. Reason being that no one is just as intelligent as another person... Now, I know that "you're only as strong as your weakest link," but i'm here to tell you that I don't believe in popular sayings and that you can always make your weakest link do something exceptionally simple, like just sitting there and nodding occasionally.

Okay, i'm getting a little off-topic. But my point is this:
COMMENT ON THIS POST AND (Intelligently!) TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THE NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND ACT!

Warning: I might use your words in my paper, if that happens... i'll let you know. So please use a name that I will recognize - or just let me know who you are.



Also, i've decided that at the end of my posts i'm going to tell you a song that I think you should listen to. So here's today's:
-Congratulations (Featuring Imogen Heap) by Blue October