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.