kenny king

finals week. week of perpetual tension headaches and desperate pleas for inspiration from a higher source. at this moment i am cramming for my 8am media law final in my excessively warm apartment. i turned the heat up to 79 degrees [f]. my exboyfriend's mediocre musical attempts on the guitar are quietly humming from my laptop. although i will give him this much: he really does have an intriguing voice and his lyrics- however self-satisfying and dramatic- are kind of lovely. i don't think i have listened to his music in over a year and a half. alright, i have had enough, i'm changing it.

ashley and i went to kenny king's charity christmas party. it was the most enjoyable BYU party i have ever attended.