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Singing sad songs to make me smileoct5.07

So, here I am, sitting in a darkened dorm room. My best friend is napping behind me on her bed as I listen to slow jams with her door wide open, the music at the loudest it can go [which, incidentally, isn't all that loud, but just loud enough to annoy]. It's been a bit of a lazy day here at UofGuelph and, in the twenty-four hours that I have been here, I have determined that this place is not good for people. Guelph is a communial diesease. Earlier, I was having these terribly agonizing stomach cramps and now the affliction seems to have transfered to my lovely bestie, thus explaining the need for an early evening nap.

So, as I sit in the darkening room listening to James Carrington, A Fine Frenzy, Lifehouse, and Akon, I think to myself, Why is it that I feel much to comforted by these sad, ache-y love songs? I know not the answer to that but, in a slightly [I find] perverse way, these songs make me smile. Perhaps it's a sadistic thing, me taking pleasure out of the pain that they are singing about. Or maybe it's a masochistic thing [for lack of better homonym], I'm taking perverse pleasure out of the fact that I can easily identify with many aspects of these songs. Whatever it is, it's making me feel better so I'm going to stop the music any time soon. Unless Dale or someone else shows up at the door to whisk me away from my pathetic blog writing.