"Born to be Blue"

The name of the song I'm listening to. (Yes, I ended a sentence with a preposition. Deal with it).

I'm a sucker for sad, slow songs - and if they're beautiful instrumentals that can stand on their own - soulful and elegant, then I'm in love.

Songs like that actually make me feel happy, in my own way - contemplative, imaginative. They evoke a daydream of anyplace I would like to go.

The blues ain’t nothin’
But a bad woman feelin’ good.

Am I a bad woman?


Am I feeling good?



I woke up around 8:30am, which is very early for me (especially out of school me). It's trash day and I'm working on my Teach for America essay which is due tonight. I'm also going to Center City to buy a suit later this morning. And I'll print out some resumes at Kinkos or perhaps the library.

Well, I'm going to lounge around and brainstorm a little.