Rebecca Black - Friday

OMG. Can I say that on here? OHMYGOD.

First of all, every single person in that video (minus the Usher-wannabe cameo) is actually 11 years old. Maybe 12. What kind of parties do 11 and 12 year olds go to on Fridays? Pajama parties? If this music video is implying that these kids just go BUCK WILD on Fridays and are getting schwasted, then I need to just sit down and have a moment to myself.

Friday nights, when I was 12, consisted of renting movies and staying up until 11. And that, my friends, was badass. Sometimes a friend would come over and we would call a boy and giggle until he got too annoyed and hung up.

This video is the epitome of bad music composing, bad singing, bad cinematography, and bad sound mixing. WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA? The only thing I got out of the song was that I learned my weekdays. OH, Thursday comes before Friday. I was confused, really glad that just got straightened out.

Rebecca Black sounds like she has a clothespin stuck on her nose the entire song. She can't sing. She can't even dance, she just awkwardly sways? Her friends driving the convertible aren't even old enough to get their permits. And even if they were, there would need to be an adult present in that vehicle!

Usher-wannabe is rapping about a schoolbus being in his way. But the song is about Friday nights. What kind of schoolbus is getting in your way on a Friday night? Where are you going? What are you trying to do creeper!?

In the 3 minutes and 48 seconds of my life that I wasted watching that on YouTube, over 300 people disliked the video and it got 2 likes. OVER 300 PEOPLE. IN LESS THAN 4 MINUTES. Rebecca Black, sweet child, please never sing again. Or do, just don't put it on YouTube, for all our sakes. For shame to whoever wrote that song. Just, for shame.

Here's the link in case you want to suffer alongside of me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0

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This is just a test. Disregard.

First Thoughts of the Year

Is it horrifying that I can legitimately say that and it's the fifty fourth day of the year. Oh it's only the fifty fourth day of the year. I'm fine. A little late, but I'm fine. I intended to be this late. Swearsies.

Here's the down low on the situation. By situation I'm unsure of what I mean, I'm kind of winging it right now.

1. It's snowing. Do you remember when the snow used to be magical? It's not magical anymore. Okay, sometimes it's magical. I think I'm just bitter because snow = ice = slipping = ego deflation = bruised tailbone. And I somehow still have to struggle to class because our university doesn't believe in school closure.

1.1 Did I ever tell you about the time I thought my tailbone was going to fall off? On Halloween a few years ago, the year I was dressed as a mob boss in my dad's suit (unbeknownst to him), Jeremy thought it would be a really funny ordeal to pull up a chair for me and then literally pull up a chair for me. I sat down, because you know I thought he was doing something nice. Have you ever tried to sit on the air? It has yet to work out for me. I was walking like ...well, I was walking pretty funny for the next few days. Yes, I'm still a little bitter.

2. The cap'n. In my biological anthropology class we have a lab where we identify bones. This week, our lab was forensics based and we had to determine, sex, approximate age at death, height, and cause of death of a real human skeleton. Well, our group kept lovingly referring to our crumbly skull as the "Cap'n". Why? Not sure. But as we slowly determined that a) he was a he, b) he was on the short side, and c) he died pretty young, we also discovered that HE WAS ACTUALLY A CAPTAIN. Homeboy died in a drowning accident. Maybe we're jumping to conclusions here, maybe he fell in a creek on a nature hike or something. But actually, I think homeboy cap'n was actually a captain. In my mind he was a captain on an old school boat and he got caught in an epic storm and the crew did their best to salvage the boat but it sank and the captain unfortunately went down with his ship. Realistically his isn't possible because his skeleton is pretty well preserved and I don't know how easily his body would have been retrieved in an epic storm.

2.1 I can't believe I just wrote "preserved" and "body" and "retrieved" in the same sentence. That has to be the first time that's ever happened in my life.

3. Haikus. I'm starting a brother blog to this one. You know how everything has a "sister". The sister store or the sister location or the sister blah blah. Well, this isn't a sister blog. This is a brother blog. And I'm writing one Haiku every day from February 23, 2011 - February 23, 2012. Yes, I'm really doing it.

3.1 The brother blog is located here: www.haikuthree65.blogspot.com. Enjoy yourself.