Another Tag.

 

1. Last beverage: Starbucks caramel brule latte

2. Last phone call: My mom

3. Last txt message: "ready"; telling my ride I was done work

4. Last song you listened to: "Hold Each Other" by A Great Big World

5. Last time you cried: Not too long ago.

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice: Yes

7. Been cheated on: Not that I know of

8. Kissed someone & regretted it: Yes

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: Yes

11. Been drunk and threw up: Yes - Malibu is my enemy

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS

12.Navy blue

13. Cream or fair tan

14. Black

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2012)

15. Made a new friend: Yes

16. Fallen in love: Maybe

17. Laughed until you cried: Yes!

18. Met someone who changed you: No

19. Found out who your true friends were: This takes on a negative connotation in my mind. I have not had any negative friend experiences this year as far as I can remember.

20. Found out someone was talking about you: All the time - it kills my anxiety, so I try and pretend like I don't hear it.

21. Kissed anyone on your fb friend's list: Yes

GENERAL:

22. How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life: Most of them.

23. Any kids? Someday, but it's not this day.

24. Do you have any pets: Yes, my two boy kitties "Phoenix" a ginger tabby and his brother "Anubis" a black and white tuxedo. I also have a female Duck Toller named "Maia" and will be adding a beta fish to the family soon.

25. Do you want to change your name: Yes, I am not at home with "Sam".

26. What did you do for your last birthday: Not a whole lot. As I get older I find the need to celebrate dwindles. I just enjoyed a dinner out with my family.

27. What time did you wake up today: 8:30 am. It's a weekend, okay?

28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: This year to be over.

30. When's the last time you saw your mother: Monday, but I spoke to her yesterday on the phone and will likely be seeing her today or tomorrow.

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Motivation.

32. What are you listening to right now: "Sorry" by Justin Bieber

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes, one I consider a great friend, and the other I consider a second brother.

34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Dental pain.

35. Most visited webpage: Facebook.

36. Nicknames: Sammy, sugarplum, bunny

37. Real Name: Samantha

38. Relationship Status: Taken

39. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

40. He or She?: I am a she, if you're asking which I prefer, the answer is both.

41. Elementary?: Penfield

42. Middle/Junior High School?: SouthGate

43. High School?: Timberline

44. Hair color: Natural: dark brown Current: dyed deep blue-tone red

45. Is your hair long or short?:Medium. I'm growing it out.

46. Height: 5' 4'' I think?

47. What do you like about life?: Sleep, nature, quiet, being alone, animals, music, food, tea, good people, family, driving, fuzzy blankets, candles

48. What do you like about yourself?: Nothing worth mentioning.

49. Piercings: Singles in both ears.

50. Tattoos: None currently, but I have thoughts...

51. Righty or Lefty: Righty.

FIRSTS :

52. First surgery: coming up December 3rd. Stay tuned...

53. First piercing: Ear lobe

54. First best friend: A boy from when I was in grade 3. Sadly he moved away before we got to grade 4, and I wish I could find him on Facebook but so far my search has been unsuccessful.

55. First sport you joined: Shotput.

56. First vacation: First family vacation: Victoria, BC. First vacation away from home on my own/with someone else but not with my family: Vancouver, BC.

57. First kiss: With my best friend when I was 16. Yes, I am that loser.

58. First pair of trainers: Do you mean shoes? How on earth am I to remember what my first pair of shoes was?

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eating: Nothing

60. Drinking: Nothing - my coffee cup is empty :(

61. I'm about to: Switch the laundry and make some soup.

62. Listening to:"Same Old Love" by Selena Gomez

63. Waiting for: Tonight. Going to Mockingjay Part 2 with some friends from work.

YOUR FUTURE :

64. Want kids?: Desperately.

65. Married?: I'm not overly fond of the idea of marriage, but if it's right, it's right.

66. Career?: I'll probably work in my current field as long as I can - veterinary receptionist/inventory person. I would also love to work from home but know I don't have the self control to get it all done!

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. Lips or eyes?: Eyes

68. Brains or Brawn?: Brains

69. Shorter or taller: Taller

70. Older or Younger: Doesn't matter

71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneously romantic

72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Stomach

73. Sensitive or loud: A gentle mix.

74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship

75. Trouble maker or hesitant:Trouble maker, but mature enough to piss off before he makes me really mad.

HAVE YOU EVER :

76. Kissed a stranger: No

77. Drank hard liquor: Yes

78. Lost glasses/contacts: Not for very long.

79. Sex on first date: No

80. Broken someone's heart: Yes, unfortunately.

81. Had your own heart broken: Yes.

82. Been arrested: No

83. Turned someone down: Yes, many a time.

84. Cried when someone died: Of course. I have lost enough loved ones now not to have shed tears over them.

85. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself: No.

87. Miracles: No.

88. Love at first sight: No

89. Heaven: Not at all.

90. Santa Claus: Pssh.

91. Kiss on the first date: Yes

92. Angels: No.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

93. Had more than one bf/gf at a time?: Of sorts.

94. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: Yes

95. Did you sing today?: Yes

96. Eat some candy today: Okay, I will.

97.  If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why?: I would love to live in the roaring 20's.

98.  If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: If I could pick, I would choose a day I don't remember, just to have the chance to live it better.

99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Yes, who isn't?

100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths?: No, I'm calling it something else.

October Was Rough.

October did not treat me as well as I would have liked. 

There were some high points to the month, to be sure, and I'll get to those somewhere within this post as well. There were good memories I am so thankful to have. There were some amazing road trip times with good people and dogs.

But, the power of 3 really evoked its rule in this last month. You know, that saying where bad things happen in 3's? I hope you have a snack, a cup of tea, something because this is going to be a long one. I am not thrilled to be sitting here struggling to write it, but I feel the need to get it out there, so please forgive the lacklustre storytelling and run-on tangents. Without further blah, blah, blah....here we go!

The first week of October brought Canadian Thanksgiving, a three day weekend, and the prospect of being together with part of my family, significant others, and friends. However, the Saturday of said three day weekend, my brother returned home and informed us of his just-then breakup. One less guest at our Thanksgiving table, but for reasons that will remain undisclosed, it was not altogether a bad happening. However, when your mother leaves you a voicemail asking to speak with you and your brother (because we both happened to be home, and my sister was not) after work that evening, your heart instantly sinks and your mind goes right to loss. All I could think was, who has died? Just tell me, get it over with, rip the band aid off. The last time she called me with words akin to these was last year when my uncle - who was almost a second father - suddenly passed away. By the way, it has been almost exactly a year since his passing and it is still one of the more painful losses I have suffered and we have suffered as a family. But back to my original story...my mom sat us down and stated quite simply, "I have decided I want to live on my own." This statement was equally hurtful and confusing. It wasn't "your father and I are separating", or "your father and I have chosen to get a divorce", it was "I have decided". It was a one way choice and she wanted to tell us herself so we didn't hear it elsewhere or make assumptions that something had happened to cause this. My mom simply has decided that after almost 25 years of marriage and what was our entire childhood lives that she no longer wants to be married, I guess. Fine, you have to follow your bliss and find your happiness....my dad is young enough he could still find his partner who wants to share his white picket fence dream and grow old with him. Ugh, I shudder to even think of my parents are separate units, potentially dating other people! But that's beside the point.

So, essentially, for the last month I have been trying to wrap my head around the dividing, calculating, and separating of my parents. It's odd and somewhat unique to what others I know have gone through as children or even teenagers when their parents start the messy process of divorce, in that I am no longer living at home, I don't see my mom or dad every day and this really doesn't change anything. They were planning on selling the house in the spring anyways, and somehow I'm sadder about losing my childhood home where I grew up, and spent every Christmas to memory, wore my fingers away at the piano, played make believe in the backyard, saw my first ghost and learned to ride a bike. I could go on and on - if any of you have ever lived in one home for almost your entire upbringing you understand how I feel. Yes, it is just a building, and my friend who I tell about these things thinks I'm being ridiculous because a building, items, do not hold memory. They are not the memories, they are just where they happened. But to me they are part of it. When I am home I can remember everything...see old books and remember reading them into the night, see old furniture and remember building forts on them, see the backyard and remember somersaulting in the grass in the summer. But, c'est la vie. I spend a lot of time with my mom now. She's teaching me how to drive and we are having some fun going on errands together, and soon road trips and such. I'm pretty excited about that.

So back to Thanksgiving weekend. It ended up being only my mom and brother, one friend and my boyfriend. We skyped my sister so she could be there too, and all helped out cooking. It was surprisingly enough a fairly nice dinner despite the new knowledge we had that this would be the last one in our home. It was also a little upsetting because it was the first one my sister missed by being away - she moved away to Alberta after graduation.

 

After Thanksgiving we started preparing for the Port Alberni dog show - 2 days in the ever-exciting little mining town. It was actually pretty dull - Maia didn't get any points, and it was a rather drab show this year. Last year seemed nicer, somehow. Maia's friend Grady and his parents stayed in the hotel room next to us so we hung out for a bit which was nice. The drive there and back is always pretty, but the weekend was more than a little disappointing so we were more than happy to be home after that. I stayed home on the Monday to do laundry and such and take it as a mental health/vacation day. I had booked it off initially, thinking we would stay the extra night down island but didn't end up happening that way. What happened the rest of that week was prep for the coming weekend and a long series of conversations with my then boyfriend ending in our split up. So enter unfortunate event #2. It wasn't so bad though, guys, really. It was kind of mutual, and we still talk, and are hoping to maintain our friendship. He is a person I want to keep around, and whom I enjoy spending time with - though maybe not any more, as it might be a tad awkward at this stage. I have also had a friend of mine spill what I've told him in confidence to my now ex boyfriend, so I'm not speaking to him at this point either. It kind of sucks - I need all the friends I can get; they are so few and far between as it is anyways.

Not long after the break up, I finished work one evening by spending the last hour in excruciating dental pain in my lower right jaw. I didn't know what spurred it; but it was some of the worst pain I've been in in my adult life due to an illness or injury, and I was scared. I kid you not, guys, I was so scared because I knew, deep down, that it was my late-bloomer wisdom teeth. And that meant surgery. I am petrified of even sitting in the waiting room of doctor's offices, so the thought of having my teeth pulled out of my head, the general anesthesia, the recovery, the drug interactions and pain for recovery really don't appeal to me. After one night of such pain, I called the dentist in the morning and was told to come after work at 6:15. I don't always finish work at 6, so I spent the whole day panicking about going, rushing my close to finish on time and get to the dentist, and in the car on the way I saw I had 3 voicemails from them saying they actually can't see me today so call back tomorrow. The worst part? I missed an awesome pet nutrition seminar I wanted to go to, and all the attendants got a free bag of food to boot! What a bummer. I had to go the next day over my lunch hour. I got x-rays done and an exam, and the dentist told me some of what I already knew and some I didn't. First of all I have several small cavities at the places where my teeth meet - it's been too long since I've had a cleaning because I couldn't afford it until I got benefits through my work, then this happened. So this is my priority right now, and the dentist agrees we need to take care of this part first before the overdue cleaning and inevitable fillings. The x-rays showed that my top left wisdom tooth came in all on its own, no issues. The bottom left was still impacted firmly in my jaw, and not causing a problem. The bottom right, where the pain had flared up, was not coming through as I thought it had. It was what the dentist called a "fibrous structure" that was sitting on top of my wisdom tooth. The tooth itself is still lodged 3 cm deep in my gums, but was definitely moving, and will continue to do so until it eventually erupts, and potentially becomes infected. So it needs to be removed. It is also sitting directly on top of two perpendicular facial nerves which makes the surgery that much more complicated. The top right - the one not causing any pain or any problem - had come in at some point and pushed into my furthest back molar, creating a cavity that had essentially eroded that healthy molar. The good news was that even that eroded tooth, at this point in time, is not infected. None of my wisdom teeth are, which makes things a lot simpler. So now, instead of having four wisdom teeth removed, it's my understanding that I need three wisdom teeth and one regular tooth removed. For this reason, and because of the bottom one sitting on some major nerves (most commonly it is sitting behind or in front of them, and is easy to remove), I need to see a specialist surgeon in Nanaimo. When I heard that, I breathed a sigh of relief that I would have general anesthesia and not be awake for this, but simultaneously felt my stomach hit the floor. A specialist was more expensive, obviously: any specialist is, especially in human medicine, and the lovely receptionist at my dentist's office informed me even though I have dental benefits through work and they covered 80% of what I owed at the dentist today, the specialist will likely require payment up front, then I would be reimbursed by the insurance company, which is what I was afraid of. My sister's surgery at the same place for 5 wisdom teeth removed (she had a floater, which apparently is very common) was a couple thousand dollars. I simply don't have that - my credit card only goes up to $1500 and I don't have that full balance available, and I just don't have a couple grand laying around. Before I see the specialist this coming week I won't have any clue as to the cost anyways. I am hoping my mom will be able to put it on her Visa or something then I can pay her the 20% and pay back the rest when the insurance money comes in. I hate having to do that, but it's either that or let these teeth get infected, impacted, and painful, and painstakingly save up the money? Somehow I don't think my mom will let that happen either. So, knowing surgery is in my future, I have had nothing but nightmares about teeth and surgery since. I have also had to cut my food up very small, take small bites, and chew on one side as the right side is still painful to some extent. It comes and goes. I'm grateful that it's not excruciating; it is not awesome but it's not terrible, because I cannot take any time off work in November. Two of the people I rely on full time for help (we are short staffed) are taking vacation, one after the other, so that makes 3 very short staffed weeks, and if I'm the only receptionist scheduled to work on a given day I NEED to be there. My manager has said "you have to do what you have to do, but if you can, don't book your surgery in those three weeks". So now I am aiming for the first week of December, depending on when the surgeon can get me in. If they can't get me in til the new year, that's fine too, I just want it over and done with, and before it gets any worse.

Wow, what a month so far and we're only half way through! At least that's all the really bad stuff out of the way. Now I get to talk about the concert my friend and I went to see - Florence + The Machine. It was spectacular...I am so glad I went. She is an energetic performer, jumping, running and dancing in the crowd. She also has an incredible voice live - there is nothing worse than going to see an artist you love and they suck live! The whole weekend was a pretty good one - besides the unexpected cost of having to take the car over on the ferry. The overnight parking lot was full! Who knew that could even happen? We sure didn't. So poor thing had to drive in downtown Vancouver - we could not have been more downtown. We spent most of the weekend walking around, exploring, hanging out with the third person in our Three Musketeers friendship whom we don't get to see very often, spent the night with him, then the next night with Florence. It was such a great experience and I'm happy to have those memories; despite everything that October threw at me I have one good weekend out of it. 

Alright, I think that's all I can manage for today. That's probably enough rambling but I'm sure I forgot to add something in somewhere. Sorry about that. I'll talk to you next time...

xx Dreamer

You Say I'm Crazy...

If you have ever heard Sam Smith's music, you know all too well the feeling of dying to belt out his passive agressive, heartfelt, bittersweet songs with all your might. It's a little less than possible when you don't live alone and you have three snoozing pets very close by who may be alarmed at your "singing", probably because they'll think another of their brethren is being horribly tortured somewhere that they can't see. But the feelings this man can evoke with his voice are undeniably felt and warranted; beyond any doubt he knows how to sing and how to bring the women of the world to their knees in sobs of simultaneous beauty and agony. There's something so touching and heartwrenching about the way he sings that gets deep into your skin and doesn't let go. 

These are the songs that can become embedded in your soul. These are the songs you fall into and drown in, yet they give you breath in your descent. No matter how many times you hear them, they hit you, and they hit you hard. I have this problem with a select few songs, and fewer artists. If you've read anything of this blog you know my music taste is anything but generic, and I love to share what I believe to be good music with friends and the internet alike. However, most don't share my taste in "fall-into" music and find it rather boring. Still, I feel the need to share my songs with you all, and I hope that they help you find some peace in whatever you are struggling with at this point in time. They certainly help me, whether it's to allow me to feel these things harder, or make them seem not so bad for a while.

In no particular order:

 

Kodaline - "High Hopes"/"All I Want"/"Big Bad World"

Sam Smith - "Lay Me Down"/"Stay With Me"

Hozer - "Take Me To Church"

Rufus Wainwright - "Hallelujah"/"Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk"/"A Bit of You"

Louis Garrel - "Ma Memoire Sale"

Christina Perri - "Human"

Ingrid Michaelson - "Corner of Your Heart"/"Chain"

Anna Nalick - "Breathe"

Lifehouse - "You and I"

Ed Sheeran - "Thinking of You"

Goo Goo Dolls - "Iris"

Florence + The Machine - "Yellow Dress"/"Ship to Wreck"/"Swimming"/"Never Let Me Go"

 

 

When I'm Without You, I'm Something Weak

Good morning/afternoon/night wherever you are, dreamers. For me it's hitting that stage of evening where I'm between chaos - it's still early enough to get things done but late enough that I'm starting to panic because I am running out of day. 

Does anyone else do that? Look at how many waking hours you have left in the day and start to panic because the number is not as high as you'd like it to be? Please tell me I'm not the only one, guys. Please help ease my little anxious mind.

These are the things that trouble me. The lack of writing, the lack of artistic influence, the bad singing to EDM and the like in the car, the bad diet, the poor motivation, worse sleep. 

It's taking it's toll, all of it, and today I ignored it. For a few very brief hours, I was able to put aside my anxiety and simply do the work. Unless you have an anxiety problem you won't understand what that means, and why it's significant to have a short time of not worrying, not thinking somewhere else, not off in my own little mind dwelling on things that I can't control. Anxiety is a funny thing. I try not to really preach about it much because I am not diagnosed with anything or on any medications. Part of that is because I'm completely terrified of the doctor. The other part is I'm not convinced I'm not just full of shit and making it all up. Everything I read points to pretty severe social anxiety though, and I wouldn't be surprised. I'm also extremely introverted, so being around people constantly without any time to myself is very draining and turns me into a terrible person after a long enough period of time! And by long enough period of time I mean it varies - from a day to a couple of hours to a week. Just really depends on where I am on my mental spectrum at that point in time, I guess. I can't really describe it any better than that. Isn't that sad? I like to call myself a writer and really I just bullshit a lot.

Though, I was talking to friends about this recently: artistic folk will always think their own work is shit. Famous poets and painters are some of the most introverted and mentally ill folk around. Seriously, look it up. But back to my point - if you are at all artistically inclined, you know what I mean. Everything that you create is bullshit until someone reads it and gets it too. It's kind of funny, actually. I guess even in my writing I am constantly seeking the approval of others. 

I feel like half of my life is spent making others happy and the other half is spent making sure I don't have to do anything but what I want to do. I'm like the social recluse. 

And no recluse spider jokes guys, you know I'm an arachnophobic.

Okay, I think it's about enough rambling and time for a "music I love" list!

"Lean On" - Major Lazer (this is seriously my favourite song of the moment)

"Honey I'm good" - Andy Grammar

Anything by Florence+The Machine's new album. Seriously, anything.

That's about it for now! xx

But That's Beside The Point

Does any other girl out there look at themselves in the mirror and not recognize what they see? Who I am is not who I feel. Who I see is not who I am. My face is not what I feel on the inside and my body is something I am trapped within. What I see on the inside of my head is not what is projected to the world beyond it.

But that's beside the point.

Does any other girl look at their stomach in their hands and ask, how did this become a thing that I harbor so much hate and loathing for? 

Does any other girl watch their thighs jiggle as they walk and wonder, when did I realize that there was something wrong with this?

 Does any other girl feel heavy steps, see flab where flab shouldn't be, and wobble where they shouldn't wobble, and question at what stage did I consider myself to be less of a person because of these extra pounds I can't seem to shed?

I feel I have tried it all, short of expensive pills or other scams that circulate online. I was gluten free for 3 years, I eat fruit and vegetables daily, I calorie count, I tried toning wraps, I tried meal replacement shakes, I tried a juice cleanse, I drink a ton of water, and I question every single thing that I put in my mouth. 

Yet I am too lazy to properly exercise. I walk my puppy, I occasionally practice yoga at home, or I dance to wii games with friends. I don't really "work out" or do any of those things associated with a healthy lifestyle.

I have become a girl obsessed with body shaming of myself, only. I would never body shame another girl. I  say things to myself I would never repeat out loud, and would never say to someone else. 

But that's beside the point.

The point is, at what point in my life did I become so hateful?

At what time did I think that loathing and hating myself was the best option for my mental health and physical wellbeing? 

Looking at my body in the mirror makes it intensify, to a point that makes me uncomfortable wearing almost anything, but equally if not more uncomfortable without clothes. This, as you can imagine, takes a massive toll on my confidence both at work and in real life, where I am somewhat/possibly/heading towards dating an amazing guy who is courteous, polite, sweet and so compassionate. I know that he doesn't see what I do; he thinks I'm pretty and down to earth and attractive. If only I could see myself through his eyes, then maybe I could learn that I am not a complete and utter waste of space, a fat slob and a clumsy idiot. 

The amount of hate I have for myself is staggering. I am trying, daily, to find something in myself that I do not hate.

It's a struggle and a difficult process. Bringing myself out of my drowning is something I have worked very hard to do, though it doesn't look it on the outside. The water in my lungs never seems to go down.

But that's beside the point.

My head is still high enough, and that's as good as it'll get for now.

 

 

Gluten Free Fail

I've come to the conclusion lately that I am weak. I've been eating bad food several times over the last 2 months and paying for it later...yet I still continue to do it despite knowing what wheat does to my body. What is wrong with me.

Anyways, besides the whole junk food thing the rest of my life is ok right now. The whole romantic area is still grey and muddled, but I expect it will be that way for a long time.

I have been walking more, drinking more water, and spending more time relaxing. Working has been a little less stressful at the moment but it's only going to get busier.

So that's me right now. Just wanted to whine a little.

Until next time,

x

Confusion Hurts.

Your Little Dreamer is floundering, friends.

Have you ever been kicked in the stomach, or had a volleyball thrown at your gut, or a very large dog launch at your midsection? I think you know what I'm getting at. That knot of anxiety and confusion and an obscene mix of hope and fear is not the most pleasant inhabitant in one's body. 

It's hard to describe how I'm feeling lately. Not that anyone cares.

It seems that once I have left someone's life their life gets better. This has been an ongoing theory for years but I still believe it. If I either cannot be with or stay with someone they move on to bigger and better things. They get married, move away, pursue new careers, friends, relationships. It takes willpower not to fall back into their world if given the chance.

So I try something new.

But I don't hold the attention of new people the way I intend to; I make jokes that fall flat, I give subtle signals that are either too loud or too soft, I talk too much or too little at the same time. Meeting new people is hard shit for someone with crippling social anxiety. First impressions are crucial and I'm that awkward person who is so shy at first until you get to know me. I wish I could skip all the awkward "getting to know" part of dating and get right to the "we've been together for 3 years" part. Is that insane? I feel like it probably is but that's really how I feel.

Yet at the same time I don't know that I want and I'm too freaking awkward and anxious to really just "go for it" or "enjoy the moment" as a friend has suggested. Oh well. I'll just keep drifting in the stream, keep my head above water a little longer.

So that's today's whineathon.

Those of you that don't suffer from things like chronic depression and social anxiety, have a great day out there. I'm rooting for you from my fuzzy blanket cocoon that includes tea and puppy snuggles.

Sharpen Your Knife

Back at it again, this poor old blog hasn't kicked it yet. 

I just wanted to come on here and do some feelings venting, and such. You know how it is.

So maybe I've been seeing someone? A boy?!
Ok, we hung out twice. But you can't blame a girl for wishin' and hopin', can you? So yeah, there's that. Big changes in this little dreamer's life.

However, I'm happy to report that the rest of my drama has calmed down significantly. Thank goodness. Family business has settled a little, work has both decreased and increased at the same time; not sure how that happened. Love life stuff has kind of shifted. 

I guess that's it for now, I've lost my train of thought. Or ramble, I guess you could say. So now I'll just leave you with my music selections as of late, which will tell you more about me than I ever could.

MUSIC PICKS FOR RECENT WEEKS: (Favorites)
Fall Out Boy - new album American Beauty, American Psycho
"Irresistible", "Favorite Record", "Centuries", "Jet Pack Blues", "The Kids Aren't Alright", "Immortals"

Imagine Dragons - new album Smoke +  Mirrors
"Smoke + Mirrors", "Gold", "Polaroid", "Shots", "Hopeless Opus", "I'm So Sorry", "Dream"

Hozier - "Take Me To Church"

Walk The Moon - "Shut Up And Dance"

The Weeknd - "Earned It"

Sheppard - "Geronimo"

Ok Go - "I Won't Let You Down"

Ellie Goulding - "Love Me Like You Do"