Dear Diary,
Music speaks to me. It has immense power over me and can take me from sad to happy with a single track. I can't live without it. My iPod is one of my most darling possessions on this big, bluish, blob of an earth. With some great music on, I can walk for miles without realizing it. I realize it when I get home though. Because then it's my throbbing legs that speak to me.
I have, on accasion, gotten into trouble because of music too. Some near death experiences, some near expulsion incidents, all attributed to music. The latter because no professor likes their student listening to music while they are passionately lecturing about some stuff that happened to some dude who was important or something.
And the former, well, let's just say that being lost in music while crossing roads is never a good idea. I have been known to completely disregard traffic signals from time to time.
About two weeks ago, I was again jaywalking, crossing a road near the library, and to my horror, saw two cops standing on the other side. As I reached the other end, one of them asked me where the hell I thought I was going. I would have come up with either an apology or an excuse but Justin Timberlake was busy "Bringing Sexy Back" in my ear and I couldn't think of anything. I could barely hear the cop. He, probably taking my blank expression as a sign of regret, warned me not to do it again and went off. My close shave with the law because of music.
I have also been known to pass my destination and then come back to it after making a U-turn about a mile away, just because I am so lost in music that I dont realize I have passed it. If there is a short cut to get from one spot on the campus to the other, I usually take the longer route just so I can listen to more music while walking. And why not? While Ludacris is "Pimping all over the World" in my ear, why can't I pimp all over the campus listening to him?
My love for music will never die. I myself might die in a car accident while jaywalking one day though. But when the paramedics will come to pick me up, Akon would, even at that time, be telling them to "Smack That" through my iPod. That, dear diary, would be a blissful death.
Music speaks to me. It has immense power over me and can take me from sad to happy with a single track. I can't live without it. My iPod is one of my most darling possessions on this big, bluish, blob of an earth. With some great music on, I can walk for miles without realizing it. I realize it when I get home though. Because then it's my throbbing legs that speak to me.
I have, on accasion, gotten into trouble because of music too. Some near death experiences, some near expulsion incidents, all attributed to music. The latter because no professor likes their student listening to music while they are passionately lecturing about some stuff that happened to some dude who was important or something.
And the former, well, let's just say that being lost in music while crossing roads is never a good idea. I have been known to completely disregard traffic signals from time to time.
About two weeks ago, I was again jaywalking, crossing a road near the library, and to my horror, saw two cops standing on the other side. As I reached the other end, one of them asked me where the hell I thought I was going. I would have come up with either an apology or an excuse but Justin Timberlake was busy "Bringing Sexy Back" in my ear and I couldn't think of anything. I could barely hear the cop. He, probably taking my blank expression as a sign of regret, warned me not to do it again and went off. My close shave with the law because of music.
I have also been known to pass my destination and then come back to it after making a U-turn about a mile away, just because I am so lost in music that I dont realize I have passed it. If there is a short cut to get from one spot on the campus to the other, I usually take the longer route just so I can listen to more music while walking. And why not? While Ludacris is "Pimping all over the World" in my ear, why can't I pimp all over the campus listening to him?
My love for music will never die. I myself might die in a car accident while jaywalking one day though. But when the paramedics will come to pick me up, Akon would, even at that time, be telling them to "Smack That" through my iPod. That, dear diary, would be a blissful death.
1 comment:
I like hip hop..I like iPods..but I hate listening through wires connected to my ears.
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