This week’s new releases left me pleasantly surprised. From an album by an artist I had never heard of, to one I thought I knew very well, to one I resisted listening to for oh so long. Sometimes you need to open up a bit and take a few risks in order to find joy, and that goes for music, too.

Not sure where to start? Well, you could just choose a new artist or album based on how cool their name is. I’ve been doing it forever and it hasn’t failed me yet. Or you could listen to your friends when they rave about a band; turns out, they know what they’re talkin’ about.

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I am single.

In fact, I have ALWAYS been single on Valentine’s Day, which must be a sick joke of that sadistic cherub, I guess. Usually, this makes February 14th a dreadful occasion, but this year, I am dealing with a new feeling unlike any year prior: I am depressed, apathetic, belligerently drunk, inexplicably excited.

I am so over the whole “Boo Hoo Valentines Day, let’s pretend it’s not happening” and “my best friend is my Valentine! Yay- girl date!” Those things work for some people, but not me. Not anymore. Rather than sulk or eat 4-days-worth of calories of crappy Russel Stover chocolate, I am going to do something a) wild b) atypical and c) really effing awesome.

I am going to a rave.

I don’t think that Benny Benassi and blaring supwoofers will solve all of my romantic woes, but I do know that it will take me out of the rut I would be stuck in on campus and into a place where all I have to do is just dance (it’ll be OK, do do do do). And I will probably be having more fun than some of my in-love friends.

Now techno and American Apparel rave gear are not everyone’s style, and maybe not all of you live in a city where raves are prevalent, but the bottom line is that if you are flying solo today, be open-minded, spontaneous and positive. If you sulk or try to drown your sorrows in Skyy (or in a random, sup par, boy’s pillow), you will hate your February 15th even more than the 14th.

Still not convinced? There are actually a lot of little known reasons why singledom is potentially awesome on Vday. Read More »

Have you ever met that guy who’s got arrogance dripping from his pores? He’s a Tommy Lee, with charm, stuck in a Brad Pitt body. And he can dance. And he is undeniably witty…always with better comebacks than your own during your flirtatious banter with him.

He can get all the girls. And the fact that he knows it sadly doesn’t make it any less of a fact because…you know you’d do him, too.

Well, Scotland’s Calvin Harris is not only this guy…but he’s written a song about it, too. As I heard his music for the first time in a video on YouTube, aptly named, “The Girls“; I was angry. The chorus of his song is simple:

“I get all the girls, I get all the girls, I get all the girls, I get all the girls”.

He dances around with American Apparel looking babes of all sorts of hair and skin color. And I’m angry because I would bet money that he DID get all of those girls after the video shoot.

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