Moving out

So I am moving out of my freshman dorm room now. My roommate has already flown back to New York, and her side is entirely bare and blank, exactly as it was when we were first here in August except for the cable cord (mine) and a few things she's giving to a friend to keep. I have taken down all of my pictures except for the ones in front of my computer. On the walls around my bed, where there used to be a complete and protective corner of color, there is just the one Rosebuds poster (signed because I'm awesome). There are bags everywhere on the floor.

When I told Ben this when we talked earlier, he agreed with me that moving out of your first dorm room is horribly depressing. He told me to put on happy music. I have turned on the top 40 radio but it is also somewhat depressing so I might have to find something better. I think top 40 is really only a good idea in cars or dance parties. Anywhere else, it is an obvious trap. I am, for example, sitting here listening to "Imma Be," a truly terrible song, alone. I am turning it off.

I would make a mix for moving out, but that would be a time-consuming and potentially very glum task, despite the excellent advice of Ben. I have a lot of great mixes anyway already. (I just made one with the numbers 1-20 in the song names, but that's a different story.) So I'll just put up one song, which I like a lot, which is almost inarguably great, which you (for once) know. This video is not even a picture because the real video was disabled, but my copy of the song is in m4a format and I am lazy and don't want to change it, so here you go. If you're in college too, good luck with your moving out. Don't get sad.