To be honest, this blog topic took me a while to think up. The creative juices just were not flowing. At first, I contemplated writing about my plans for this summer but a couple of sentences in, I realized I have no plans to speak of. Then fellow staff writer Jefferson Fu suggested that I write about his life goal of one day turning into a plant and being able to photosynthesize.

Recently (but before he performed at the Canopy Club), I discovered Greg Gillis, known to his fans as Girl Talk. Girl Talk is an interesting and innovative artist who has been around for awhile; he creates mashup remixes by combining samples of many songs in a way that blends them into a seamless whole.

I have always been interested in music. Be it classical pieces by Bach or Mozart or current day hits, such as Katy Perry's "Fireworks", anything really floats my boat. When people ask me what kind of music I like to listen to I will respond, "Anything you put on I will end up enjoying!"

Uni High is really hard.

While I love our high school, the amount of work we must do along with the extracurricular activities we plan out, it never seems like I have enough time to do everything that I need to do. In fact this very blog was due yesterday (sorry Ms. Lombardi, calculus takes over my Thursday nights).

I follow music in the same way some people follow sports. I know the names of the players, I know their stats. I can name every musician in a group, I can tell you about every album they've ever released, I can give you dates of singles and call up remixes like a pro.

What do you call a song stuck in your head? An earworm, or more appropriately, a nuisance.

First, some background. "Earworm" comes from the German word "ohrwurm," which literally means an earworm, but figuratively means a song stuck in the head.

I have found something amazing on YouTube. Actually, about 70 amazing somethings. Seventy amazing 10-year-old singing somethings.

Finals have never really bothered me. You sit for two hours, scribble an equation or two, and then you're done. At that point, nothing you can do will change the outcome. It's just whatever.

The real problem lies the week before. You can study, or go to a movie. Study, or hang out with your friends. Study, or sleep. And, at least for me, studying is never high on the list.

I love Christmas music.

Being almost anti-religious, Christmas isn't one of my favorite holidays, what with the weather, the stress of buying presents, and the always looming temptation of eating WAY too much. But the music, I love.

Last Sunday night I was driving home with two fellow sophomores, Eddie Diazmunoz and Gabe Smith.

Since we were in Eddie's car we were listening to his iPod, which meant we were listening to his music, which meant I was doing a lot whining.

Why? Because Eddie likes punk and hardcore music, while I like mostly indie rock.