Starbucks wins this time.

about me #1: I have a terrible time with procrastination. See? I'm doing it now.

I've made a pact with myself to try to get mounds of stuff done on the weekends so that my weeks aren't frenzied balls of terror. Weekend #2 of this semester and, admittedly off to a somewhat slow start, I am getting shit done. I can only get so much done in front of the life-giving-box-of-pleasure (my computer, freak) before I start to eye the little icons that would provide me with entertainment (ie. WoW, Safari, iTunes) so I usually pack up my stuff and head to Starbucks for a caffeine buzz and some 'away' time, but in front of strangers so that I can't do things like scratch my bum or find my toenails suddenly interesting.

about me #2: I am an auditory/tactile learner. In fact, I'm very auditory.

Fact #2 about me is something I've come to discover more and more and has led me to several realizations. For instance, if I hear something beyond just general background noise...like if something stands out, I"m sunk when it comes to concentration. There isn't much I can tune out. I think, also, this is why I can't a/ listen to music when I'm reading or thinking and b/ stand most music that's out there.

I've kinda wondered why I"m so stubborn about the music I listen to, because the stuff I love I am passionate about...but there's certainly not much I love. And, I've refused to listen to most recommendations by friends. Now, yes...that's just stubborn and elitist of me, but it might have to do with the fact that there is a (what I believe to be) narrower-than-usual band of music that can act as background noise for me because I'm pretty sensitive to it. If I like it too much or dislike it too much, I can't concentrate on my particular homework task.

Case in point: I'm sitting in Starbucks today and they're playing (like usual) sorta interesting but ultimately boring stuff that is not offensive but not particularly ear-perking. I'm doing fine, getting homework done.

Now...for the linguists out there (say 'hheeeyyyyy-hooooo'...now, just the ladies!): I'm not a syntactician. I am a budding phonologist. Reading a paper about event structure and the status of the object's of transitive verbs is not light reading for me.

They throw on one of those soulful, saccharine solo-act type singer/songwriter guys who sings almost exclusively about his girlfriends and, clearly, they ~looove~ his work because they crank it to 11. I, with the cutest and most apologetic look on my face that I can muster (I've worked in coffeeshops and the like, I know what they say behind your back), ask them to turn it down. They do, like, to 10 and a half. A-holes. Totally thrown me off and I'm more irritated than if Coldplay were to set up and serenade me then and there.

So..I'm home now. People's taste in music sucks.