Whenever someone in my house asks whose phone is connected to the Bluetooth speakers and someone else answers with my name there is always a collective groan. Which is baffling to me because I pride myself on having good taste in music. Apparently that pride is unfounded, because I am the only one who seems to think so. Everyone else is partly horrified and partly intrigued by what I play.

Perhaps the problem isn't that I have a poor music taste necessarily, it's just that I listen to songs that are inappropriate for the particular occasion. This past weekend I was probably in charge of the music in the common room for a personal record of five whole minutes before someone gently took my phone away from me and said, "No Jaclyn... Matchbox 20 is not the vibe we are going for right now." On Saturday morning I went to the gym and listened to Akon's "Sorry, Blame it On Me" on repeat for a half hour straight while I was on the treadmill. Not a running song, you say? I beg to differ. Additionally, it is my strongly held belief that there is no bad time for a depressing song, but I've found that that is a highly unpopular opinion. These past two weeks alone I've been lectured for attempting to play four songs, Lorde's "Liability", Angus and Julia Stone's "The Devil's Tears" Norah Jones' "Come Away With Me" and Lana Del Rey's "Love," while driving in the car or hanging out on the quad by completely different people. "It's sunny and springtime," they say to me. "You should play something happy." I happen to think that sad songs are beautiful and thus they are fitting to play on beautiful days.

Another one of my flaws is that whenever I hear a song that I really really like I tend to play it as often as humanly possible until I physically cannot stand to ever hear it again. Unfortunately, everyone else loses their tolerance for songs long before I do. My most recent obsession has been "Slow Loud and Bangin'" by Chamillionare and every time my roommates hear the familiar intro they instantly say to me, "Jackie so help me, don't you dare."

Long story short, my DJing privileges have been revoked and I am very bitter about it.