**Sorry for the sporadic posting schedule! WordPress was broken last night, and this was the first I could get to the computer today. We should be back on track now.**

Perhaps it’s the repetitive Glee theme, or perhaps it’s my tendency to obsess over things for a period of time before moving on and obsessing over something new (I suspect I inherited this from my mother), but I have found myself listening to two songs on extreme, day-long repeat.

The first song exemplifies exactly what I’m feeling about having only two months left in my college career. The song is The Weary Kind (Theme from Crazy Heart) from, you guessed it, Crazy Heart. These are the poignant and applicable lyrics:

Your heart’s on the loose
You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
This ain’t no place for the weary kind

You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don’t feel like home anymore

And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
This ain’t no place to lose your mind
This ain’t no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Your body aches
Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate
The days and the nights all feel the same

Whiskey has been a thorn in your side
It doesn’t forget
The highway that calls for your heart inside

And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
This ain’t no place to lose your mind
This ain’t no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Your lover’s warm kiss
Is too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man that ruined her world

Your heart’s on the loose
You rolled them seven’s with nothing to lose
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind”

I feel like this is going to be one of those songs that will take me back to the Spring of 2011 whenever I hear it. Literally everything I’m experiencing is encapsulated in this beautiful song. Take a listen:

If you haven’t seen Crazy Heart, um, get on it. It is one of the best movies ever. Also, JEFF BRIDGES! (If you follow me on twitter (@KaitlinWehlmann) you know that I have an obligatory weekly Jeff Bridges tweet. Something about him just makes me want to scream in pure joy. Via Twitter and liberal use of the capslock key.) The music video makes me cry if I pay attention. This song is definitely my anthem. Well, one of them.

The second anthem of this, my youth in 2011, comes to you from Brit soul rocker Jessie J. It is loud, it is crude, it is offensive, and it is my life. Please do not watch this video if you don’t like women being powerful and calling men out on grabbing their crotches. And pretty ladies rocking black studded lips and dropping F bombs. I happen to derive great joy from these things.

Jessie J is quickly becoming one of my favorite artists in the world. I really, really, really want Jessie J, Adele, and Florence Welch (of Florence + the Machine) to write and record a few songs together. Their vocals would work beautifully together, they’re all from over the pond, and I would die of joy and happiness and powerful female vocals. I think it appeals to me on a feminist level. Like power suits or Clair Huxtable. Here’s a jaw-dropping performance by Jessie J that doesn’t contain profanity or dudes (And it’s a very interesting experiment with live music performance):

So those are my anthems. I don’t want to think about how different they are or what that means about me as one person. Other than that I’m awesome and I appreciate all aspects of life. And I can do it like a dude.

This (blog) ain’t no place for the weary kind,
-Kaitlin

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