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I can pretty much say my life is like a Taylor Swift song– at least I wish it could be, so it’d be more interesting than the words I’m putting into this blog, and more memorable … often looking to songs for inspiration or articulation about my thoughts, I usually latch onto lyrics like a sponge, probably memorizing them quicker than most people care to, and usually with more care than people care to.

That’s why– If you’re my friend on Facebook–which should be an achievement of yours, after all–you can easily notice that my status updates are littered with Taylor Swift lyrics. I like the comments they get, because typically a lot of people know the lyrics to Taylor Swift songs.

And who doesn’t like Taylor Swift? Probably people with no feelings, that’s who! She’s so relatable, in a way or two. Which is why I’ve so much rallied to her relatable-ness ever since I heard the first chord to “Teardrops On My Guitar”…or

Yet I haven’t explained just why I feel like I could be buddies with Taylor Swift (I like to say her entire name, it’s more fun). As I was saying to friend of mine last week around 2:30 a.m., Taylor Swift seems to have a strange attachment to the time of 2 a.m., during which she appears to be sorting through the angst she apparently has a lot of.

Just test my theory: She mentions it in tons of songs, names that currently escape me because a) I don’t want to have to scroll through my entire iPod to listen to each song; and b) Because it’s about 4 in the morning. And what else could I be doing other than thinking about my teenage woe?

Like Taylor Swift, I have a keen attachment to the late, scratch that, very late, hours of the night, and I really find it hard to fall asleep at night because I go over the day in my head.

What I could’ve done better, what I should’ve done and what I would’ve done. Very poetic, deep stuff.

But sleep deprivation, whether intentional or not, is not my biggest problem I suppose. It’s one of the adjustments I need to make for being on my own, for sure, but just one. As a typical freshman would say, the general adjustment is rather difficult. Well, probably not those words exactly, but you catch my drift.

I really don’t think things are the same as when people our age went to college in like, the ‘60s. At all. And that’s due to two words: digital communication. It’s weird, since I’ve started talking to certain people more than I used to before I left home, while with others it’s just hard maintaining that communication at all. A simple text message comes now and then, but it’s as if the increase in miles has increased the emotional distance as well.

Since roads of communication have been expanded, does it mean something more if someone else shuts off those exits, or simply changes the route? Maybe the laws have been changed with the addition of new social experiments abruptly and unexpectedly thrown in the middle of the road.

This latest thought was inspired by The Supremes’ “Where Did Our Love Go?”, as I was clicking through my shuffled Nano with boredom until I came upon this song and it clicked for me in a way, in a friend way. Just like those Taylor Swift songs.

Instead of the rules of the game changing, maybe another test just needs to be passed; I don’t want things to be different, but the college is about different and adapting to the different.

Even though I still don’t even have a car, an actual car, which I need for blaring my Taylor Swift songs at probably 2 in the morning instead of in my dorm room. My roommate would likely appreciate that, so I’m not keeping him awake too.