I stink at titles

I guess without me even realizing it midterms have come around. Well, I did realize it this morning when I turned in my art history essay and reviewed all the stuff I had to do for this week and for the next, which I'll complain about later. However, I've got no energy for that. I am really tired. I feel like I normally do on Fridays, on whose afternoons I usually just crash with a great thud on my bed (Bed? I mean air mattress) in whatever article of clothing that is nearest to my hand at the moment that is clean and doesn't require too much eye-hand coordination to put on. Which means I emerge sometime later to embarass my roommates in front of their friends because Adrianne, that shirt actually had 12 buttons instead of just one right in the middle of your chest, and yes, we all love your underwear.

So today, what requires the least amount of energy on my part, is contemplating a couple of things.

1. Why are there urinals in the ladies' bathroom in a certain part of the school?

and

2. Why don't I ever have songs stuck in my head anymore?

Number 2 came about when after I seeing Volver Friday night my friend told me how he had a song stuck in his head and he could not get it out. I then tried to remember the last time I had one on repeat in my head and I couldn't find an example from the immediate past.

I vividly remember times in elementary school when each day I would wake up and decide that I HAD to have a song stuck in my head. That song would be the theme of the day. Beach Boys would be a care-free sort of day, Celine Dion would be a romantic sort of day, and Seal would be a sort of profound day. This would also lead to things like math problems being thought through like "So if there are 13 roses sitting on the grave and you multiply that with 2 kisses, what do you get?" Many hours were also amiably spent with "Hot Cross Buns."

Or I would have church songs stuck in my head. And there is NOTHING WORSE than having "On Angels' Wings" stuck in your head on a Thursday afternoon.

So what happened? Why don't I ever have songs stuck in my head? And what makes a song stay in a head? Whatever I have in my head now is because I put it there, or because I got to it after following a million tangents through my unorganized thought process. Does this mean I am a highly developed creature or is my friend, a math and physics major, still a degree or two more advanced than me, because this guy is a lot smarter than me?