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I have two new lovers. Their names are Michael Bublé and Josh Groban. Don't judge.

I love a good singing male voice. But it has to be good. Not just an "Oh, I love him and he's singing to me, which is sweet, so that makes it good." NOPE. Call me a musical snob, but that doesn't count. I want a genuinely good, preferrably classically trained voice. Once upon a time, an ex-boyfriend sang to me a song he had written for me. This falls under the category of things that SOUND romantic and sweet, but in actuality, are incredibly uncomfortable.

Anyway, after using iTunes for almost 4 years, I'm finally going through and rating my music, all 5354 songs of it! It's taking forever, but in the meantime, I'm rediscovering music I had forgotten about. Plus I'm getting good ideas for playlists I want to make once I'm done rating.

Through this process, I've discovered Michael and Josh, and the three of us are getting along quite swimmingly. Though they're no Bill, together they make a halfway decent substitute for when I'm feeling lonely. Which right now, is a lot. I told Bill the other day at Graeter's that I would probably be the worst Army wife in the world because everytime he leaves, I shut down emotionally. Either I start to pull away before he even leaves so I don't have to deal with the pain, or I sob uncontrollably. In both situations, it's not healthy, and definately something I couldn't deal with on a regular basis. It hasn't even been a full year yet of being long distance and I can't stand it. I quite honestly don't know how military spouses do it. So kudos to them for being much stronger than I am!

So I can't stand the girl living in the room next to me. I don't even know who she is, but she's a little diva and I can't handle her. She keeps knocking on my closet at night or in the mornings when I have the TV on, and it's completely unjustified. I really don't have the TV on loud at all, and besides, it's a DORM. Not the Hyatt. It's going to be a little noisy. So suck it up and deal with it. Besides... there have been louder noises coming from my room!

I meant my music... what were YOU thinking? Pervs... haha.

Anyway, I'm plotting my revenge on her. I plan on leaving my TV on all weekend when I'm gone, so that there's no one around to turn it down when she raps on the wall. Mwhahaha. Last night I was watching Frasier, and she knocked, so I turned it down. THEN THE BITCH KNOCKED AGAIN. So I turned it down again, and then I realized it was now so quiet that I couldn't hear it anymore, so I just gave up and turned it off. This kind of stuff has been going on all summer. Once she knocked when I was blow drying my hair in the morning before work. HELLO, it's a blowdryer! What does the girl expect? I'm SERIOUSLY suprised she didn't knock all weekend... I mean... yeah. So now I just need to find the most obnoxious TV channel to leave my TV on when I leave Friday morning. I'm thinking either MTV or VH1. And if the bia knocks again, I'm just going to knock back. In triplets. Suck on that!

~ Christine