And the score is ...

I have an obsession with movie soundtracks. Always have, always will. The very first movie soundtrack I got was one for the Disney Channel movie, "Stuck in the Suburbs." If I hear the song "Stuck in the Middle With You" I can instantly remember my first portable CD player. This was back in the day where they were the cost equivelant of an iPod. It was a VERY big deal.

Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the the right,
Here I am stuck in the middle with you.

I won't bore you with all the ones in between but sooner or later, I got the Shrek Soundtrack. This is the one that I cannot delete from any mp3 player. No matter how little room is left on it.
I've traveled everywhere with that soundtrack but the memory that sticks out most to me with that particular one is sitting on the floor of my grandparents living room with my old Compaq laptop charging and writing one of the longest stories I've written in my life.
Oh yeah, I write stories. Only I loathe the word "stories." You write "stories" in second grade, when you get older they can't be called stories anymore. I just write things. I live under the impression that whatever you write down is a part of you. It reveals some truth about you that is either blatant or hidden. If you write down "We need milk, bread, sugar and coffee." You're saying something is lacking in your life. If you write down "Then she stayed out all night wandering around the beach without a thought of what had happened." It could be describing an ideal or explain something your heart desires or something your heart would rather forget. Both of those sentences are fictitious as far as I'm concerned, but it could be something in my subconscious willing me to write it. But I already have coffee so thanks.

Back to soundtracks.

The final well I'll mention today is the "How to Deal" soundtrack. "That's When I Love You" by Aslyn was playing the first time I was driving through the city of Rome in a taxi.

When you have to look away
When you dont have much to say
Thats when I love you
I love you, just that way
To hear you stumble when you speak
Or see you walk with two left feet
Thats when I love you
I love you, endlessly.

I can still see the trees and old buildings that had more history behind them than anywhere in my own country.
I also made a point to listen to Michael Bublé's song "Home" while in Rome just so I could hear this:

"Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

These are the types of things I do on a regular basis though. ( Don't say anything but I'm already compiling a playlist of relevant songs for my 2 hour trip to uni in five more months.) Mum's the word!
(I had to throw a little Big Bang Theory humor in there.)

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam