Mysterious Singingz

A disturbing phenomenon has been occurring as of late. As I lie in bed at around midnight-ish, I hear off-key singing from nearby. The first time it happened, about three weeks ago, I dismissed it as someone down the hall, for some reason, crooning to themselves loudly at 12:17 in the morning. Three weeks later, having had countless encounters with the Mysterious Singingz, I'm getting quite irritated. Also, when it's late and dark, tracking down the source of the Mysterious Singingz is quite a frightening prospect. Let's see a progression of my work towards discovering the source of the Mysterious Singingz.

Encounter I: The First Hearing
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tossed and turned and tried to sleep, which I couldn't do, even though I was...um, weary...I heard a strange crooning reminiscent of...well, someone singing late at night, really off-key. At first I thought I was hallucinating it. Then, I thought it was just the sound of some electronic device, like the heat, and it just sounded musical. Then I listened more, and I knew that was wrong. Then I thought my roommate Rachel was singing in her sleep. I got up to investigate, and then it stopped. Tired, I went to sleep. I didn't hear it again that night.

Encounter II: Investigation of Co-Habitants
A week or so passed uneventfully - I went to sleep early, and heard no Mysterious Singingz. Then, finally, up late trying to finish my German homework, I heard it again! "Hark!" said I, cupping a hand to my ear in a picturesque and clichéd manner. Then I finally ventured out of my room and into the mini-hallway shared by my dorm-mates and I. I listened at both doors, but the singing had stopped. I was thinking of venturing towards the outer door and seeing if someone down the hall from us was perchance having a midnight concert, but as the singing started again, I realized how very dark it was and fled...er, retreated bravely back to my room.

Encounter III: Extensive Spy-Work
Last night was the fifth or sixth time I've heard the Mysterious Singingz. I had been trying to convince myself that it was unimportant and had done my best to go to sleep despite the creepiness. However, last night was the last straw. I wasn't tired, I was, in fact, quite energetic - what better time to finally get to the bottom of the Mysterious Singingz mystery? When the Singingz started, I froze, listening carefully. They stopped. I glanced at the clock - they stopped and started rather irregularly, but I thought it couldn't hurt to have some quantitative data on the matter, just in case. In four-ish minutes, the singing had begun again. I hurled down the Norton Anthology of English Literature and my collection of brightly colored highlighters and vaulted out of bed in the most ninja-like manner possible. I sped to my door and hurled it open. The Singingz continued. Good. I proceeded to listen shortly at the doors of my roommates. However, the Singingz ceased. Frustrated, I listened about a minute longer to the silence, my mind making me believe I heard the Singingz for brief intervals, but when I listened harder, there was nothing. Finally, annoyed, I proceeded to the front door to exit into the hallway proper and listen more carefully. Making sure I had my key with me (how much would it suck to be locked out at that hour, and with no cell phone, and in a tank top that hides absolutely nothing?) I crept about in the hallway for a few minutes before giving up. I briefly considered grabbing King Lear and chilling in the hallway for a while to see if I heard it again, but at this point I was beginning to grow tired.

All my spy-like exertions, I'm sure.

More information on the Mysterious Singingz as it is revealed to me.

My Life Goals

1. To play a zombie in a low-budget horror film.
2. To name a dog Achilles and teach it to heel.
3. To write a book that gets banned in schools.
4. To have more life goals.

A World of Musical Telepathy

Sometimes I dream of a world where when I see someone listening to an iPod, little rotating 3-D text will appear over their head telling me what they're listening to. That way, I can judge them more easily on their taste in music, as the pretentious, judgmental music snob that I am. Sometimes in this dream, other people have this talent, too, like...random cute boys who will be able to tell that the blonde next to me is listening to Lady Gaga while I am listening to the Clash. Then the cute boy will respect me and know that the blonde is a vapid culture-drone who follows whatever MTV says is cool, and he'll start a conversation with me instead of with the blonde girl.

Of course, it's later that I realize that it would suck if cute boys could see what I was listening to all the time, because there are times when I'm not having that little fantasy and I'm proudly parading around the sidewalks of the campus with 'Scales and Arpeggios' from Aristocats playing, trying my best to look like I'm listening to the Ramones or something.

I don't know if I'm the only one who constantly wonders if other people can hear my music. If I'm listening to something cool, I almost want people around me to be able to hear a little of it, so they can think to themselves, "This girl is listening to Garbage! She's cool!" but usually during that train of thought I believe that I listen to my music a lot more quietly than everyone else, and no one can hear it.

It's only when I'm listening to Kirstin Chenoweth's version of 'Glitter and be Gay' from Candide that I scroll the volume down to miniscule amounts so that no one nearby me will accidentally catch a strain of opera. Not because I'm embarrassed to listen to opera...just because I'm embarrassed to be listening to Opera while I walk from class to class in a ripped-up 'censorship is the assassination of an idea' shirt and skinny jeans.

I suppose it's a good thing we can't read each other's iPods telepathically, because then no one would listen to music that they were embarrassed about in case of someone seeing it and thinking they're weird. Also, people would load their iPods with music that's impressive, rather than music they enjoy. So no one should have that power.

Not even me, because now that I think about it, what real good would it do me? It would only satisfy my curiosity a little, and I'd eventually get annoyed by it/become complacent, and what a waste of a magic power that would be.

Apology for the lack of amusing blog entries lately. :C My wit has deserted me temporarily, I'm using it all up on constant flirtatious conversation. My bad.