This House...Is Clean?

So when I was living in my second Merrick apartment (the one before this one), I remember trying to download "Like Humans Do" by David Byrne, 'cause I think they played it on "Lost."

However, my iPod would not accept it, and my iTunes would not play it. But there it was, in my computer.

Fast forward to November 2006. My computer had broken, and my friend Brian was kind enough to give me his old one (thanks Brian!!!). So I didn't have my old stuff on this computer, obviously.

Or did I?

I didn't actually CHECK to see if "Like Humans Do" was on Brian's computer. I mean, why would I? It's not his type of music, and like, I couldn't even play the song, so whatever. Plus, it didn't make me all reflective and inspired like Rilo Kiley, nor was it obnoxious enough to warrant blasting in my apartment like my tried and true "Appetite for Destruction," or Eric's Children of Bodom songs on his page, or Marc's insurmountable Standalone Player (RIP, also WTF! No offense to your Slick River song, which is of course awesome).

So but yes, none of my other songs were on Brian's computer, so why would a song not even on my radar persevere?

On top of THAT, that hard drive (? I think? Something bad happened.) crashed, and I lost everything. Bad, because...well, that's bad, but good, because Javier was able to basically build me a new computer thanks to his *connections* and technical savvy! Which also meant that the kibosh was finally put on my mysterious Bloodhound virus.

But I lost everything. Imagine my SURPRISE then, when just now, I'm fiddling around with my Windows Media Player. It seemed lonely, and now I realize that it was trying to tell me something.

I go to the drop-down list just out of curiosity to see if maybe I got some free music, since I don't know how to use iTunes without erasing my iPod and really it's a wonder that I don't fall down or burn myself even more often than I normally do, 'cause functioning in life is like a broken second language to me.

But so guess what was there! The ONLY TRACK! "Like Humans Do" by David Byrne.

!!!!!!!

Which means that this apartment is particulary hardcore. As you all know, I've been haunted before. But never twice in the same apartment, unless you count the omnipresence of Jolene the Ubiquitous Ladybug of Oneonta, but that wasn't really haunt-y so much as cute relief from the horror of life.

I think maybe what's going on is that this apartment doesn't want to let me go. As further proof, I was totally going to take a shower like two hours ago, but kept procrastinating and am now writing a blog. But I have to get going! I have to move on Wednesday! Good grief!

But WHY does the apartment not want to let me go? Because awwww, I anthropromorphize enough without thinking that my pretty purple walls will be sad when I leave.

Or perhaps, what's going on is a mystery that I was meant to solve! I mean, this IS the apartment where I watched "Veronica Mars." Maybe the apartment had high hopes for my sleuth skills, and though I let it down by having "Gilmore Girls" on a permanent loop, not to mention that day I just watched monkey movies with Javier, it realizes that this is its last hope to get my attention.

But what is the mystery! Is it like that book I loved when I was younger, I can't remember the name and Google and I aren't friends anymore, so I don't know the exact title, but it was about a girl named Darcy who solved a murder mystery because the people who were murdered acted it out in her dollhouse. AWESOME.

So the bottom line is, that I don't even know how I'm going to manage to pack and move all my stuff by next week, and now on top of it, I might have to solve a murder? I don't even have a dollhouse! (Sadly.)

Wish me luck.





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