Open mouth, insert foot.
I have this song by Tremolo on my harddrive called "Can You Feel It Now?" and I've been trying to figure out where I got it for ages. I've been asking all my friends if they sent it to me, going through my mixtape collection...I couldn't find the damn song's origin to save my life.
Finally, today in class I snatched my friend Alex's iPod. (Alex and I have known each other for seven or eight years, our families are tight like springloaded whatsits and I practically live at his house some weeks; I'm allowed). I started checking out what he had on it, commenting on his music, blah blah blah, and then-- what do I find? Tremolo. What does it have for the artist? "Can You Feel It Now?". Of course.
Now, a normal person would have gone "That's where that came from!" and left it at that. What did I do? Oh yeah.
I tossed his iPod at him, sat up, and declared (quite loudly in a sparsely-populated room, I might add), "You gave it to me!? I've been wondering who I got this from for weeks, you jerk! See if you ever get anything from me again!"
There was a terrible, resounding silence.
I sort of sunk back into my seat and added "It's not even a good song..." But by that point it was, you know, kinda late.
Ring (who teaches the class) thinks I'm totally insane now, but then, he always has.
P.S: I lied. It's a good song.
Finally, today in class I snatched my friend Alex's iPod. (Alex and I have known each other for seven or eight years, our families are tight like springloaded whatsits and I practically live at his house some weeks; I'm allowed). I started checking out what he had on it, commenting on his music, blah blah blah, and then-- what do I find? Tremolo. What does it have for the artist? "Can You Feel It Now?". Of course.
Now, a normal person would have gone "That's where that came from!" and left it at that. What did I do? Oh yeah.
I tossed his iPod at him, sat up, and declared (quite loudly in a sparsely-populated room, I might add), "You gave it to me!? I've been wondering who I got this from for weeks, you jerk! See if you ever get anything from me again!"
There was a terrible, resounding silence.
I sort of sunk back into my seat and added "It's not even a good song..." But by that point it was, you know, kinda late.
Ring (who teaches the class) thinks I'm totally insane now, but then, he always has.
P.S: I lied. It's a good song.