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i didn't think they would be up this early.

i'm hearing the bass through my ceiling. indistinguishable (ok, that's not a real word. is it? nooo, it can't be. but? nooo...) hip hop. sometimes i can make out some sort of "melody" but not really. just the humming.

sometimes i put a really horrible song over top. like enrique's "hero". what a piece of stinky shlock THAT is. but with a hip-hop beat, and thinking that my white hip-hop neighbours are listening to "hero" it becomes so much better.

we have the clock radio on really horrible stations to propell us out of bed. this only works for me. socks will roll over sleepily, having not noticed the past two "snoozes" which involved me climbing over her to hit the button, and say "i like this song..." and go back to sleep. then again, i can't think of NOT horrible radio stations. i might be inclined to lie in bed all day listening to howard stern. really! it's happened before. i skipped a class once because i couldn't leave my bed, or howard.

yesterday, i VAULTED out of bed. it was after a "guess the song" contest, and they had played the opening to a song that had been remade. the morning host was going on about how it had been made in the 60s, 70s, and now again, because it was just SUCH a great song. i had never heard the little machine-like intro, which actually sounded pretty cool. my interest was piqued, with a capital Q.

the listener correctly identified the tune as gloria estefan's new one, "everlasting love".

"everlasting love"?

that couldn't possibly be that horrible "ev-oo-last-ing love, thislovewilllastforever, thislovewilllastforeVER!!!" song, could it?

OH YES.

the machine intro started up again, and then the horridness of THAT SONG completely ruined any "oh-so-cool-2002-remix" value it was striving for. oh. my. god. i couldn't take it. i honestly jumped out of bed, screamed, and hit the clock.

oh, not too hard, not too soft, indeed!