Lately, I have been listening to foreign music, more so than usual. By "foreign" I mean music made by non-Americans, typically with lyrics that aren't in English. While I don't think the distinction between "American" and "foreign music" makes sense per se, a musician's choice of repertoire, language of expression, popularity, and many other factors are definitely culturally influenced or based.

I often feel frazzled whenever I turn on the evening news and am bombarded by dozens of different stories at once. The broadcasters themselves switch quickly from topic to topic, the ticker at the bottom of the screen is constantly flashing headlines within seconds of each other, and sometimes there's even a bar feeding you a steady stream of updates on what people are "tweeting" about.

Canada. Yep, Canada.

Are you confused? I was too. I was sitting calmly in the second row of Mr. Butler's classroom. But inside my mind was reeling.

Last weekend, I went to see "The Muppets" with my mother, brother, and my friend, Kaila Simpson. I was thoroughly excited to see this movie, mostly because I adore the Muppets. I have loved the Muppets ever since I was little, and through the years my adoration has not changed. I can say the same for my family and Kaila; they were bouncing up and down with excitement, literally.