Long ago Jenn gave me a copy of the Dashboard Confessional album, "The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most," and I've slowly gotten into it — putting it on once every few months and each time realizing, "Hey, that's right, I like this. I should listen to it more often." Of course, it's terribly, ridiculously emo — a whiny voice complaining about how sad he is that his girlfriend broke up with him. "As for now, I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit around and wonder how you're making out. But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone, making out." Oh gawd.

But that's OK. I've got lots of experience liking lame music (New Kids On The Block? Remember?), so I'm totally OK with the fact that I like them. But today I suddenly realized that I actually identify with some of this stuff. When he sings about the girl he likes who doesn't know he's alive, I caught myself thinking, "Yeah, man, I totally know how you feel." And that's embarrassing. It's a good thing I'm already out of high school, or I might have to fight the temptation to put some of these lyrics on my senior page.