This is the song that never ends!
So basically this blog's purpose is to explain how songs get stuck in your head (at least according to me). So after spending quite a while pondering why some songs get stuck in my head and some enter and disappear, I came to a startling conclusion. I realized that 99% of the time, the songs that get stuck in my head are songs that I only listened to part of, and never finished. While the songs I heard and finished, or at least listened to 2 mins of it, vanished from my head, and my mind did not play the song on repeat over and over again. So, next time you listen to the radio, or a song on your MP3, my advice to you is just finish the last 30 seconds of it - it will save you the countless minutes you spend replaying it in your head.

Dancing Queen...Only 17!

f.y.i. For those of you who don't have older siblings, it may be harder for you to relate to this blog. :)
Sarah. 5'8". Tall. But not Plain. Anything BUT plain. Blue Eyes. Golden-Blonde Hair. European Epitome. Beautiful. Strong. Athletic. Musical. Talented. Amazing. Gifted.My sister.
For years I struggled with the fact that she was my sister. My older sister. My sister who can teach herself to play any instrument, and within a month of "messing around" sounds like she's been playing for seven years. My sister who can pick up any sport (ball), and make the team, though she's never played before tryouts. My sister who takes the ACT when she's 14 years old, gets a 27, and goes to BYU on a scholarship when she's 16 and 9 days old. My gorgeous sister who just had to be related to me. Not only that, I had to come after her. (And believe me, I don't care what speakers say, she's the toughest act to follow).
Anyhow, the reason I'm writing this blog is not to pay tribute to her and beat myself up in the process, it is to tell you of my new epiphany.
So basically, 4 weeks ago, this sister decided to learn the tango. (She's not a big dancer - only been Ballrooming for like a year on and off). So she does. Also keep in mind that she is a 4.0 student in college. Then she decides to compete in the Nation Dancesport Competition at BYU. Well, she is on the Silver level, and remember she's doing this all for fun and for the experience. So she competes and round after round, the judges fall in love with her. So, she makes it to the top 6, the top 3, and finally, the top spot. Yes, my sister is the best tango-er in the nation after a month of knowing how. Yes, tell me that's disgusting and no one should be able to do that, and I will tell you yes, that is right, no one should be able to do that - But she just did. And instead of being grossed out and sad - for one of the first times ever, I have been truly happy for her. Not only that, I don't feel worse about myself. She inspires, not eradicates me. I don't even know what caused this, it may have something to do with my little "session" with her last night, though, I don't know. All I know is that it's great, and I'm loving it.
P.S. I feel like quoting Wicked, "What is this feeling, so sudden and new?" .

Logomania and Listening.
So I barely got done with "a session". This particular one was with my sister. Surprisingly, she was the one with logomania, and I was the one doing the listening. And, lo and behold, it was therapeutic for both of us. Many times we hear that telling someone something helps us work through our problems. My sister is not used to expressing her feelings through words. It's cool because she is like my "perfect" sister, but she said how living with roommates in college has been a new experience for her because they "talk" through there problems, while before, she hasn't 'let' herself have any problems. I, on the other hand, talk myself through everything. So, she needed a session. She just sat down and told me her life story. It was fun because she would tell me something, and I would just sit there and nod, and she ended up solving her own problems by herself. All she needed was someone to listen. It was also cool because this is the first time she's ever done anything like this before. (I mean talk through her problems). In the end, it was cool because she totally felt better because someone listened to her, she solved her problems, and we came closer (No Brandon, not in the Preston way). It was beneficial for me because she's always been my "perfect big sister" who always does everything right and is good at everything.It made me realize that she goes through hard times too, and life is not a piece of cake for her either (even though, oft times she makes it seem so). It helped me with my empathy skills and helped me feel better. So, not only is logomania therapeutic, but so is listening.

Hello World.
This blog is one the wonder and simplicity of little kid books. Have you ever read, or read to a little sibling, a children's book. I have. I am amazed at the astounding simplicity of them. They use little words that make sense, have beautiful pictures and if one looks for it, has really good symbols and morals of the stories. Now, compare these beautiful books with a callous, colorless college textbook (terrifically terrifying)! Both should not be able to be called books! The are not even similar. For one, children's books are simple and everyone can understand them, no problem. College textbooks however, talk about the dullest subjects on earth, and you can ever understand them, there are so prosaic. There are also competitions for children's books, who has the best pictures, story line, whatever; while you don't see any "college textbook competitions" except at colleges where the students get together and decide and give "the most boring book of the year" award. Maybe college textbook writers should take advice from those who taught the kids how to read, and make books so people can understand them without having to use their subconscious mind by falling asleep.