On the Subject of Love

I could have sworn there was a Fall Out Boy song with the words "on the subject of" in it, and I was planning on quoting it to you, alas, I could not find it. Oh well. I might have confused Fall Out Boy with another similar-sounding band. All I have to go on is the broken record of "on the subject of" going over and over and over in my head. Usually that helps, you know, usually it makes me think of the next few words, or from the tune I can pluck out the rest of the song, or even just recognize the voice playing in my head, but not this time. This time my memory is failing me. Although I'm pretty sure it was Fall Out Boy. Oh well.

And, with that, I'll move on to the actual topic of this week's blog.

Someone told me yesterday I needed to write a new blog entry (probably because I'm so addicting and they couldn't get enough, I'm sure =D), so I thought the whole way home from work about what I could write on. I thought about singers and what makes someone a good singer (my sister seems to think I know everything about it, seeing as how she is constantly asking me if she's a good singer, and seems to take it to heart whenever I give her advice), I thought about memory, and how I can remember stupid things, things I should forget, like every single thing the guy I sort-of like, sort-of have gotten over has said to me, but I can't remember something as crucial as telling work I need to take a few weeks off in the beginning/middle of July. Yeah. Things like that.

And then, I came home and watched a couple of shows (American Idol and Glee, the former: it's all gone downhill since the first and second seasons, the latter: amazing! except when they did "Friday"...) and had a little dinner (or a lot, you know, depending on how you look at it [can you tell I really like parentheses? maybe because they allow me to digress without having to form a full sentence or bring the topic around to it]) and finally went to my room to get ready for bed/watch a little something on Netflix. My sister called me into the hallway to show me an adorable video about these little kids' first kiss. It was really cute; I'm sure you've seen it, apparently it's "gone viral." Anyway, as a reader, I couldn't help noticing the description of the video. It was a question: "Do you remember how you felt when you had your first kiss?"

Well, I don't. And I'm honestly not trying to get attention, like, "What??" I just felt like this was something that would fall under the category of "things to discuss when discussing life." And, according to the description of my blog, that is what I'm doing.

I'm losing my nerve.

Maybe I won't tell you after all.

Do you remember how you felt when you had your first kiss? Without any graphic details, tell me about it! I love stories like that, the romance and sweetness of it. I dream up first kisses all the time. It's nice. So share.