Country Music

Country music is the best medicine. What ever has got you down, there is bound to be a country song written about it. Contrary to popular belief, country music is not all about losing your dog, your wife, your truck, your house, and going to jail. It also can boost your mood, remind you of all the good things. One song about all the good things in life is Chicken Fried by the Zac Brown Band.

“Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up”

When I hear that song it makes me happy. I don’t know about you, but I know that some good music, great friends, and an amazing fitting pair of jeans, could make me happy any day. I grew up listening to country music, so whenever I get the chance to listen to it, memories of a care-free time are brought back. Country music can hit home for virtually everyone, if people can get past thier damn stereotypes of it.


My Room

When walking into my dorm room at Northern Michigan University for the first time, most people comment about how spacious it seems. What you will see the the right, is an open closet filled with clothes, mostly mine. The closet is very colourful. Our closet shelf has a variety of boxes, tubs, bags, and a couple sweatshirts of mine. You nostrils will fill with the sent of orange honey. We have ‘sented sachets’ placed about our room that keep it smelling fresh, and not like the average college dorm room. If you take a deep breath, you may even be able to taste this refreshing fruity smell. On the opposite side of the closet is the doorr to the bathroom, which remains shut mo st of the time. If you are not wear shoes you will be delightfully suprised to finde asoft rug under your feet as you keep walking. The rug covers up the carpet seem. WE have biege low loop carpet. It is speckled with different shades of browns, tans, and greys. Our carpet is also spot free, thanks to my handy-dandy spot beater (from my daddy!) To you left you will find a stack of eight drawers. Occasionally, on a bad day, you may find one of these drawers a few inches open with a piece of clothing drapping over the edge of it. On you other side is my cluttered desk. I usually have papers and sticky nots scattered about the pictures of my familly and friends from back home. My chair usually has a sweatshirt of a pair of pants slung messily over the back of it. Adjecent to my dsk in our ‘kitchenet’ which consists of a mini-mini-frige and microwave, both older than myself, a brand-spanking new coffee pot, and a mini-fan. As you can see most of these things are miniaturized, or even double miniaturised, that is why we call it a kitchenet. If you continue to look counter-clockwise around the room, you will find some odds and ends including a white rubber-maid drawer, our printer and a few video games and assecories. This leads you to find my twenty-six inch flat screen LCD Westinghouse television which sits upon a black table angled in the corner of our room. If you completly turn the corner you will find the other half of our kitchenet which is drawers containing food, dishes, nd an abundance of coffee mugs. This sits a couple feet high under our window dressed with curtians made by yours truely… On the adjecent wall is my roommates desk, scattered with knick-knacks and papers also. Then you will see our beds which are bunked. On my bed, the bottom bunk, are many blankets. My comfrter is a noisey but silky green with white pollka-dots. I have navy jersey sheets, two vibrant arange pillows, a light purple body pillow, and my ragged not-so-white blankie. My roommates bed, above mine, has a green, yellow, and brown floral print comforter, with tan sheets and matching pillows. In the middle of our room you will find a green corderoy bowl chair. It is the most comfortable chair in the world. It tends to move around the room, and  to be fought over by my roommate and I. On our wall we have three posters. One is of Wall-E, another of beer labels, and the third a wanted poster for Stewie Griffin.