Cheesy Badness
They say that scent is the sense tied most strongly to memory, and I'm not going to argue. It is. But let's not give auditory sensation the shaft here. Sound can trigger memories pretty well, too. Just think of shell shock, and how some vets will drop into a crouch in shooting position at the sound of a backfire.

Kirsten borrowed a friend's CD tonight, presumably to burn it, copy it, or whatever. Anyway, it has the song "Knights in White Satin" on it, which as anyone on Eliot 6 will recall was on Antonio's second-favorite album (his first bieng Garbage, of course). Technically, it wasn't Antonio's album, it was his parents'. But he stole it fair and square. So there.

Kirsten starts playing this album, and it's weird, but I can close my eyes and instantly remember exactly how my room was shaped, the door, the layout, even where my alarm clock was. I'm not usually one to ramble on nostalgically, at least not for too very long, but I really enjoyed living there. Perhaps it was the fact that Antonio and Brad would accuse each other of being bad Catholics (Brad, you're gay. Can't get much worse than that, even if you'd rather play tennis than go to Mass).

It's weird the kind of things that can make you realize what a great time you had back in the day. But freshman year was a really great year, IMO.

Mebbe I'll pop in CD Fave number three, Ben Folds Five's "Whatever and Ever Amen," sit back, play a little command and conquer, and wonder why in the world any man should have to restring his tennis racquet on a weekly basis.