I woke up to a gorgeous day. The sun was out, the blue sky promised warm weather, and it was Friday. I left my room ready to carpe diem, to see and conquer, I was walking on sunshine, ooh yeah.

I slipped on my headphones as I headed to my single Friday class, and just as I approached South Quad, the song on my Walkman hit its crescendo.

I'm not going to tell you what song I was listening to. Well, ok, fine. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It was Whitney Houston's "One Moment in Time." It's a good song!

But the point is, when I heard Whitney asking for that one moment to be more than she thought she could be, I thought, "This is my song! Today, the answers are all up to me!" It was perfect timing.

And that's when I decided I need a soundtrack to my life. When I walk by the Grotto, the Rudy theme song should waft through the air. When I'm hurrying to get to O'Shag, "Chariots of Fire" should play as I dash in and out of the students on the quad. When I'm down and troubled, and I need a helping hand, and nothing, whoa nothing's going right, maybe James Taylor would be my friend.

I suppose the scenario poses a few problems. As I sit in class with the Dixie Chick's "Earl Had to Die" playing during a whimsical moment, it may disturb any Earls who happen to be in the vicinity. And perhaps as I wait in line at Recker's on Friday night, I might regret having Garth Brooks begging me to give him two pina colodas. At the very least, it would bring unwanted attention. At the worst, I'd lose two good drinks.

Not to mention the person I would need to follow me around, playing the appropriate song at the appropriate moment. What a huge responsibility. How socially awkward would it be if, at the very moment I ventured into my professor's office, Britney Spears incessantly declared her bondage? Or if I headed to my graduate school interview with "Because I Got High" blaring from the speakers?

As exciting as the soundtrack to my life sounds, implementing the plan would probably cause more problems than I need at this point in my life. I suppose I will have to content myself with simply humming "The Eye of the Tiger" as I pump myself up for the next big exam I take.

And I have to ask myself, why do I need the extra drama in my life? Shouldn't I be able to motivate myself to work out in the morning without "We Are the Champions" pushing me to the Rock? Is my life so boring that I need to spice it up with music blaring around every corner?

(Insert contemplative pause here.)

I'll start taking applications for my soundtrack coordinator as of now.

• My life's soundtrack