What to say?

I really don't know, I had plans for this post earlier, but then went to Orientation, and forgot what I had intended to say, so I guess I'll go with a stream of consciousness feel with this one...

I like music. A lot. Well, when I think about it, it may not just be music, but noise that makes sense. That has a meaning to it, a bit of purpose. Not things similar to white noise, to me, it's just not enough, an insubstantial annoyance. Music, or talk radio. I, a college student, realize I do not get enough news, so now that I am home, I am making the effort to listen to more NPR, even scratchy voiced Diane [*sp] Rheame. I am picking up tidbits here and there, working on becoming a better and more informed American. But I still don't really care as much as I should. Back to music... The chill stuff is what I prefer, things that do not need words to draw good feelings. And I find a lot of it, and I like it. People say I'm a chill guy, and then listen to my music, and say, "Oh, I see why." But, why do I have to be chill based off of my music, why can't I be inherently chill, and draw the chill music to me as an outlet of my internal chillness? Silly assumptions.

Man. I'm home, and this sucks. I'd rather be back at NCSU, but I did not do enough. And with that, I give a former place. Should you know where it is. I do plan on going back, and hopefully doing it right this time, and actually stay until graduation. Well, time to do something else. I kinda hate writing, but that's for another blog. Oh, and I guess IF anyone reads these, what would you want to hear about? I don't know if I should give the internet that freedom, but I am, so shoot.