I heard Miley Cyrus' song "Can't Be Tamed" for the first time today.
And...i just really thought i should blog about it because...well, i wanted to tell the world.
Really, there was one line that stuck with me.
"I'm not a mistake, I'm not a fake, it's set in my DNA."
Ok, what secret part of Miley Cyrus isn't fake?
Let's start at the beginning.
She started out as a Disney Girl. We all know the way Disney wants their stars. They want dear, sweet, and innocent. Now, she made good money off that. She got popular, she was doing great.
Then there was a scandal, and Disney dropped her like she was a hot coal.
So, in a desperate attempt to salvage her 'career', she decided to do an Image 180.
She's not as stupid as she gets credit for; she knows that people like Disney stars, slutty pop stars, or rock stars.
Disney dropped her.
She has no chance of being accepted as a rocker.
Her only choice is to paint herself as a slut. A party animal.
Someone who 'Can't Be Tamed'.
Ok, we get it. She saw how much attention Ke$ha and Lady GaGa and all the other sluts were getting, and decided that would be awesome.
What she doesn't understand is:
Miley.
This is so overused. This whole "I am a slut, and boys just can't leave me alone, but I'm just the love 'em and leave 'em type, bitch."
And, quite frankly, this is not you. You were MUCH more convincing as the Taylor Swift-type love song singing teen. You are NOT Ke$ha material. KE$HA isn't even Ke$ha material.
Seriously. Please.
And yes, i DO know that this is a random post...but such is the way my mind is wired...heh.
Deal with it.
less than three from Emo Kid.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Let Me Just Say...
Let me just say, I HATE the radio. No, no, this isn't just a gentle dislike, this is HATE. Pure, undiluted hatred. And do you know why? Well, I'll share a little story with you all.
Yesterday, I was at the pool. I got hungry, so I went into the snack bar, and got myself a nice, fatty snack. While I was waiting for them to cook my food, one of the guys working there decides to turn on the radio. And then it began.
Ke$ha.
So I had to endure not only a blaring 3 minutes of 'Your Love Is My Drug', but it was followed by some Lady GaGa, and, as i was leaving, they were beginning some 3OH!3.
Naturally, these songs were caught in my head, some sort of strange medley of bad pop.
What the FUCK is up with that?
Not that these songs are really that offensive, however, they are played over. And. Over. And. Over.
Until people with my type of musical taste are ready to pull out the BB gun from the closet and plug the radio with a full clip.
Honestly, I can only take so many times hearing "T-t-t-touchin' on my *beep* While I'm touchin' on your *beep*, You know we are gonna *beep* Cuz I don't give a *beep*"
Really. Bleeping out songs isn't original anymore. It's not cute, it's not clever. It's an excuse to write a song without having to rhyme. There is absolutely nothing about 3OH!3 that impresses me. At all.
Same can be said for Ke$ha. Love has already been compared with drugs, Ke$ha. You would be nothing without your autotune, and you know it. Nothing.
Now, Lady GaGa. I do not appreciate her songs. Not at all. She's nothing but another pop star who's lyrics can be boiled down to 'I like sex.', and she's just another celebrity who's trying to hard to be strange. Strangeness comes naturally, GaGa. You shouldn't have to work so hard for it.
However, I find that she's one of the few pop stars with a singing voice. Wow. A techno-pop star with actual talent. I commend GaGa for that fact. Her voice is lovely. Her music however, is not that great.
Let Me Just Say... Dad, sometimes you need to cool down the bitch attacks.
No, really.
Again, I'll share a story with you.
My sister, whom i shall call Ri, was driving home. Now, Ri is still a new driver. She still has to ask a few questions, double-check a few things.
So, Ri pulls up to an intersection. And the conversation proceeds as such:
Ri: "Can i go now?"
Dad: "No, wait for this guy."
All right, so Ri waits. After the person in the other car passes by, the road is pretty clear. No one in sight.
But, like any other nervous driver, Ri likes to double-check things.
Ri: "So can i go now?"
Dad: "Yes!"
Ok, normal, right? So, later on the ride home, dad asked a question.
Dad: "You weren't serious, were you?"
Ri: "Hm?"
Dad: "When you asked me if you could go earlier. You weren't serious?"
Ri: "What?"
Now, after Dad repeats this phrase several times, volume increasing steadily, it's obvious to ME that Ri just doesn't know what he's talking about.
Ok, if you're me, which you're not, you'd know that Ri and Dad are VERY prone to arguments. You'd also know that said arguments make car rides extremely awkward for the third party, (me)so I tried to resolve it. I knew that Ri was quite serious when she asked that, she's cautious. So I told Dad, "Yes, she was serious."
So it turns out that I am waayy to late to resolve conflict, as Dad decided it was time to turn around and yell at me for a bit.
So, after he established that yes, Ri meant that question, he continued in Bitch-Mode.
Dad: "Really? You didn't know that, with no cars near, you couldn't go?"
Ri: "You told me not to go. Would you rather i just...stop listening?"
Now, in this situation i really admire Ri. She didn't loose her cool throughout the entire argument. She answered him in a calm, collected way, which I'm sure only infuriated him more.
Dad: "Really? You Need to ask that? Then you shouldn't be driving."
Ri: "Ok, I'll pull over and you can drive."
Dad: "Because that's just pathetic."
Ri: "Thanks for your input."
Whoa!
Really, Dad?
You have a BitchAttack, and you take it out on the nervous teen who's behind the wheel of this car? Not smart.
Not.
Smart.
Let Me Just Say... my friends are amazing.
I told you last post about James, the victim of my Accidental Backstroke Grope whom i have a small (large) soft spot for.
Well, in order to end this fairly long post on a high note, I will tell you what he did today.
He walked up to me, held out his hand and said
"Can you hold this for me?"
By the way, this IS a tip guys: If you walk up to a girl and say that, she WILL smile and blush. and probably hold your hand, too. Depends on whether she knows you or not...
Either way, THAT is the way to 'break the ice', to use a common phrase.
oh, and just to clear up, anything like the line "Do you have mirrors in your pants? Because I swear I can see myself in them." will. Not. Work.
Never.
Just some advice.
Yesterday, I was at the pool. I got hungry, so I went into the snack bar, and got myself a nice, fatty snack. While I was waiting for them to cook my food, one of the guys working there decides to turn on the radio. And then it began.
Ke$ha.
So I had to endure not only a blaring 3 minutes of 'Your Love Is My Drug', but it was followed by some Lady GaGa, and, as i was leaving, they were beginning some 3OH!3.
Naturally, these songs were caught in my head, some sort of strange medley of bad pop.
What the FUCK is up with that?
Not that these songs are really that offensive, however, they are played over. And. Over. And. Over.
Until people with my type of musical taste are ready to pull out the BB gun from the closet and plug the radio with a full clip.
Honestly, I can only take so many times hearing "T-t-t-touchin' on my *beep* While I'm touchin' on your *beep*, You know we are gonna *beep* Cuz I don't give a *beep*"
Really. Bleeping out songs isn't original anymore. It's not cute, it's not clever. It's an excuse to write a song without having to rhyme. There is absolutely nothing about 3OH!3 that impresses me. At all.
Same can be said for Ke$ha. Love has already been compared with drugs, Ke$ha. You would be nothing without your autotune, and you know it. Nothing.
Now, Lady GaGa. I do not appreciate her songs. Not at all. She's nothing but another pop star who's lyrics can be boiled down to 'I like sex.', and she's just another celebrity who's trying to hard to be strange. Strangeness comes naturally, GaGa. You shouldn't have to work so hard for it.
However, I find that she's one of the few pop stars with a singing voice. Wow. A techno-pop star with actual talent. I commend GaGa for that fact. Her voice is lovely. Her music however, is not that great.
Let Me Just Say... Dad, sometimes you need to cool down the bitch attacks.
No, really.
Again, I'll share a story with you.
My sister, whom i shall call Ri, was driving home. Now, Ri is still a new driver. She still has to ask a few questions, double-check a few things.
So, Ri pulls up to an intersection. And the conversation proceeds as such:
Ri: "Can i go now?"
Dad: "No, wait for this guy."
All right, so Ri waits. After the person in the other car passes by, the road is pretty clear. No one in sight.
But, like any other nervous driver, Ri likes to double-check things.
Ri: "So can i go now?"
Dad: "Yes!"
Ok, normal, right? So, later on the ride home, dad asked a question.
Dad: "You weren't serious, were you?"
Ri: "Hm?"
Dad: "When you asked me if you could go earlier. You weren't serious?"
Ri: "What?"
Now, after Dad repeats this phrase several times, volume increasing steadily, it's obvious to ME that Ri just doesn't know what he's talking about.
Ok, if you're me, which you're not, you'd know that Ri and Dad are VERY prone to arguments. You'd also know that said arguments make car rides extremely awkward for the third party, (me)so I tried to resolve it. I knew that Ri was quite serious when she asked that, she's cautious. So I told Dad, "Yes, she was serious."
So it turns out that I am waayy to late to resolve conflict, as Dad decided it was time to turn around and yell at me for a bit.
So, after he established that yes, Ri meant that question, he continued in Bitch-Mode.
Dad: "Really? You didn't know that, with no cars near, you couldn't go?"
Ri: "You told me not to go. Would you rather i just...stop listening?"
Now, in this situation i really admire Ri. She didn't loose her cool throughout the entire argument. She answered him in a calm, collected way, which I'm sure only infuriated him more.
Dad: "Really? You Need to ask that? Then you shouldn't be driving."
Ri: "Ok, I'll pull over and you can drive."
Dad: "Because that's just pathetic."
Ri: "Thanks for your input."
Whoa!
Really, Dad?
You have a BitchAttack, and you take it out on the nervous teen who's behind the wheel of this car? Not smart.
Not.
Smart.
Let Me Just Say... my friends are amazing.
I told you last post about James, the victim of my Accidental Backstroke Grope whom i have a small (large) soft spot for.
Well, in order to end this fairly long post on a high note, I will tell you what he did today.
He walked up to me, held out his hand and said
"Can you hold this for me?"
By the way, this IS a tip guys: If you walk up to a girl and say that, she WILL smile and blush. and probably hold your hand, too. Depends on whether she knows you or not...
Either way, THAT is the way to 'break the ice', to use a common phrase.
oh, and just to clear up, anything like the line "Do you have mirrors in your pants? Because I swear I can see myself in them." will. Not. Work.
Never.
Just some advice.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Just a bit about my day...
All right.
Right into the randomness.
So. I'm here with my trusty & dusty laptop, lamenting on what was possibly the worst day of 2010. I'm trying to focus on the good, I got 30STM and TH and Owl City pumping into my ears (for mood), but some things can't be forgotten that easy...
However, I shall not depress you. Instead, I shall focus on the good, and a bit of the bad stuff I can even laugh at.
Firstly: For all readers unfamiliar with Swimmer Lingo, I am about to explain some.
Definition: Backstroke Grope.
A Backstroke Grope is when you're swimming backstroke, in a lane, and because you can't see where you're going, you accidentally grope your unfortunate lane-mates.
Yeah. You can see where this is going, can't you?
Anyway, I was in practice. Just doin' my thing. So, some backstroke. Epic fun.
Incidentally, in my lane today, there's this boy. We'll call him....James. Anyway, James...let's say I have a bit of a soft spot for ol' James over here.
So, swimming backstroke, in a lane with James. When, boom. Backstroke Grope. Major case. Me, groping him.
On his crotch.
He just looks at me...and is like: "Dude. That's my dick."
.....
I must've stood there, gawking like an idiot, blushing like a schoolgirl, for 5 minutes. Before I finally was able to apologize.
Of course, he wasn't mad. Jake here, understands Backstroke Grope. He also enjoys making me blush.
Awkwaaarrd.
So that was Bad Day part 1. A lot of my bad day i'm not going into...to much bad, that I don't wanna focus on.
Let's move on to some good!
I spent a lot of time today, cheering myself up on YouTube. A YouTuber you should check out, if you haven't already, is one AmazingPhil. Not like I'm advertising him or anything, he just made my day a Helluva lot better.
Also, I came across a bit of a dilemma today...I was asked how to spell a certain genre of lunchmeat today, and was listing off letters, before i realized that it could be spelled 2 ways.
Fuck.
Which one do I use??
So, I decided I'd ask you.
Baloney, or Bologna?
Yes, they are the same food. Yes, they are pronounced that same way.
So.. Do tell me which one you think is correct...I really want to know. Hehe.
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Right into the randomness.
So. I'm here with my trusty & dusty laptop, lamenting on what was possibly the worst day of 2010. I'm trying to focus on the good, I got 30STM and TH and Owl City pumping into my ears (for mood), but some things can't be forgotten that easy...
However, I shall not depress you. Instead, I shall focus on the good, and a bit of the bad stuff I can even laugh at.
Firstly: For all readers unfamiliar with Swimmer Lingo, I am about to explain some.
Definition: Backstroke Grope.
A Backstroke Grope is when you're swimming backstroke, in a lane, and because you can't see where you're going, you accidentally grope your unfortunate lane-mates.
Yeah. You can see where this is going, can't you?
Anyway, I was in practice. Just doin' my thing. So, some backstroke. Epic fun.
Incidentally, in my lane today, there's this boy. We'll call him....James. Anyway, James...let's say I have a bit of a soft spot for ol' James over here.
So, swimming backstroke, in a lane with James. When, boom. Backstroke Grope. Major case. Me, groping him.
On his crotch.
He just looks at me...and is like: "Dude. That's my dick."
.....
I must've stood there, gawking like an idiot, blushing like a schoolgirl, for 5 minutes. Before I finally was able to apologize.
Of course, he wasn't mad. Jake here, understands Backstroke Grope. He also enjoys making me blush.
Awkwaaarrd.
So that was Bad Day part 1. A lot of my bad day i'm not going into...to much bad, that I don't wanna focus on.
Let's move on to some good!
I spent a lot of time today, cheering myself up on YouTube. A YouTuber you should check out, if you haven't already, is one AmazingPhil. Not like I'm advertising him or anything, he just made my day a Helluva lot better.
Also, I came across a bit of a dilemma today...I was asked how to spell a certain genre of lunchmeat today, and was listing off letters, before i realized that it could be spelled 2 ways.
Fuck.
Which one do I use??
So, I decided I'd ask you.
Baloney, or Bologna?
Yes, they are the same food. Yes, they are pronounced that same way.
So.. Do tell me which one you think is correct...I really want to know. Hehe.
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Just a few things about me...
SO, I'm thinking, MAYBE y'all want to know a LITTLE about this M.E.K. person, since you're gonna be reading all about my thoughts...
So I decided that I'd indulge you all a tad, and tell you a bit about myself, and my crazy thoughts and opinions.
1: I am Emo on the fashion sense, not the life-hating sense. Anyone who's overly persnickety would say that this is SCENE, not Emo, but I DON'T CARE.
2: I will not be saying how old I am. Deal with it.
3: I WILL say that I'm homeschooled. have been ALL my life.
4: I like to sing. I love music to bits, and it's totally a big part of my life. You diss my music, you lose SERIOUS points. Remember that.
5: Tokio Hotel is my favorite band, and likewise, Bill Kaulitz is my singing inspiration.
6:Other bands i enjoy include Abney Park, 30 Seconds to Mars, Green Day, Kissing Violet, and the Black Veil Brides.
7: I also enjoy writing. I write stories....I fail at writing poetry and music. boo.
8: My sport is swimming. It's excellent.
9: I have an extremely dirty mind. I'm trying to keep it under control, but...IT WON'T LAST FOREVER.
10: *phew* It was super hard for me to think of all these things...
<3s from Emo Kid.
So I decided that I'd indulge you all a tad, and tell you a bit about myself, and my crazy thoughts and opinions.
1: I am Emo on the fashion sense, not the life-hating sense. Anyone who's overly persnickety would say that this is SCENE, not Emo, but I DON'T CARE.
2: I will not be saying how old I am. Deal with it.
3: I WILL say that I'm homeschooled. have been ALL my life.
4: I like to sing. I love music to bits, and it's totally a big part of my life. You diss my music, you lose SERIOUS points. Remember that.
5: Tokio Hotel is my favorite band, and likewise, Bill Kaulitz is my singing inspiration.
6:Other bands i enjoy include Abney Park, 30 Seconds to Mars, Green Day, Kissing Violet, and the Black Veil Brides.
7: I also enjoy writing. I write stories....I fail at writing poetry and music. boo.
8: My sport is swimming. It's excellent.
9: I have an extremely dirty mind. I'm trying to keep it under control, but...IT WON'T LAST FOREVER.
10: *phew* It was super hard for me to think of all these things...
<3s from Emo Kid.
I'm here, and you can't get rid of me
SO. Everyone, this is just a little opening post for you all...to say THIS IS ME, DEAL WITH IT. I'm going by Mad Emo Kid here, but you can call me whatever you like. you can call me anything from M.E.K. to Messalina, i DO NOT CARE.
And yes, i just made up that name.
Anyway, welcome to my blog...I can't tell you what kinda stuff I'll be posting, because i don't even know. these will be TOTALLY RANDOM. I hope you're ready for me.
Because I'm never leaving.
Muahahahahaha....
And yes, i just made up that name.
Anyway, welcome to my blog...I can't tell you what kinda stuff I'll be posting, because i don't even know. these will be TOTALLY RANDOM. I hope you're ready for me.
Because I'm never leaving.
Muahahahahaha....
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