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Music. Of the crappy variety.

Every time my brother comes to visit he asks me if I still listen to crappy music.

Part of me is offended.

The other part has been singing “Who says” by Selena Gomez nonstop for a week.

I don’t know why he gives me such grief over what I choose to listen to. I mean it can’t be because I forced my whole family to listen to NSYNC’s Christmas Album everyday for a month every.single.day, right?

By the way, that CD is totally missing and I’m completely sure a family member stole it. I need to hire a detective. Or make one of them buy me tickets to the NSYNC reunion concert that I dream about every night.

Seriously? That concert needs to happen, like yesterday.

I miss you...

Anywho, I know I have extremely mainstream tastes. And by that, I obviously mean I have the musical taste of a 13-year old girl who thinks she’s going to marry Justin Bieber.

Minus the marrying Justin Bieber part. I don’t want to marry him. That’s gross.

Sometimes I think my brother has a point, especially when my iPod goes from Celine Dion to Hairspray to Adele to Lil Wayne to Taylor Swift to Adam Lambert to the Jonas Brothers. But then I realize that having the Hannah Montana among Adele, Aerosmith and Mumford and Sons isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Yes, I said Hannah Montana. Not Miley Cyrus. The artist is literally Hannah Montana.

I realize I’ve probably lost 90 percent of my readership after that statement, and I’m okay with this. For the rest of you, just hang tight. I’m going to make this better.

Reasons why Hannah Montana belongs on my iPod:

  1. I’ll always have something in common with my niece. When she’s 12 and in love with the new heartthrob kid, I’ll be the one to take her to the concert because, obviously, I’ll want to go too. I’ll also be 33.
  2. I could chaperone a middle school dance and not want to blow my brains out. At least not because of the music. The kids might drive me to violence though.
  3. I can always find a radio station I’ll like. Mainly because Taylor Swift and/or Lil Wayne is played on all of them. I’m seriously waiting for those two to do a duet. The music world will officially explode, and I just can’t wait.
  4. I can always participate in a Disney sing-a-long. Believe me, this is a very good thing.
  5. When Justin Bieber rules the world (which he will) I know I’ll be safe. He would never hurt his fans. He told me so on Twitter.

I know there are more 24-year olds out there like me, but I understand if they are too embarrassed to speak up. Sometimes I’m embarrassed of myself.

That’s a lie. I’m not embarrassed. Sorry I’m not sorry.

Oh, and to answer my brother’s question: Yes, I still listen to crappy music. Love you too 🙂




I know I’m about a million years too late, but I have a list of my favorite love songs for y’all. I meant to do this on Valentine’s Day, but I’m dumb and totally forgot.

Also, for being single I still managed to have a pretty kick ass Valentine’s Day. I am currently elbow deep in chocolate (thanks mom and Crystal!) and have a beautiful full bottle of vodka (thanks Dad!). I can’t wait to see what I get when I actually have a boyfriend!

I kid. I kid.

Oh and before I get to that list, can we just all agree to stop referring to Feb. 14 as Single Awareness Day? I mean, really. How ridiculous. If we’re being perfectly honest, wouldn’t every day be ‘single awareness day’? It’s not like I don’t know I’m single on March 7. Valentine’s Day does not bring the singleness out in us. Being single does.

Sigh. Moving on. I adore love songs. They’re just too sweet. So, grab a glass of wine, perhaps some chocolate (if you need some, I have about 10 pounds of it) and enjoy.

I had heard this song before, but I fell in love with it when Katy performed it at the Grammys. I’m a sucker for wedding footage.

Ugh, this song. I just love it. Plus I saw them sing this live back when I was an emo kid for a hot second. So that was cool.

Michael Buble. That is all.

I would not be against someone singing this song to me. Just saying.

You didn’t think I was going to NOT put an NSYNC song on here, did you? Silly. Also, how sexy is JC Chasez? Yummy.

Celine. Yes please.

I mean, duh. You guys should hear me try and sing this song. Ridiculous.

These aren’t in any particular order, but if I had to choose this song is probably my second favorite love song of all time. It never fails to make me happy.

So, what’s my number one you ask? Well seeing as how this list is full of mainstream acts (it’s a wonder Bieber didn’t make it in) you’ve probably guessed that my favorite love song is from….

Frank Sinatra? Yup, you guys I LOVE this song. Like, if someone held a gun to my head and made me pick the song that I want to dance to at my wedding, it would be this one.

Not that someone would have to put a gun to my head to make me decide. It’s obviously already done.

Gosh, I hope Mr. Mansee doesn’t mind.

What’s your favorite love song?

Driving by the numbers


Today marks the last time I will be driving to SA for school. The last time I’ll have to sit in rush hour traffic and hate my life. The last time I will have to wonder if the guy next to me is going to cut me off (he probably is). From August 26 to now, it’s been quite the ride (ha). So in honor of this momentous occasion, I bring you this post.

Driving by the Numbers (kinda)

Trips to and from SA: 27

Miles driven: Over 4,000

Hours spent in car: 54 (kill me)

Money spent on gas:$1,000,000

Near death experiences: 18

Actual near death experiences: 2

Honest number of near death experiences: 0

Times I thought I had a flat tire: ~10

Actual flat tires: 1

Times I wished cars could fly: o. That’s too scary!

Times declared “I’m getting a job in a big city so I don’t have to drive!”: Countless

Coffee consumed in car: Gallons

Time coffee spilled on pants/leggings: ~5 (ouch)

Times leggings were worn because “they are more comfortable to drive in”: Once a week

Times I wanted to stop and shop at the outlets (for new leggings, of course): 27

Answers to radio show questions screamed out loud: At least one per drive

Times I heard “Teenage Dream”: 384930

Times I wanted to blow my brains out when hearing “Teenage Dream”: 384928

(^Ditto for “California Gurls”, “Dynamite” and “You Belong With Me”)

“Bedrock” lyrics memorzied: ALL OF THEM (seriously, quiz me)

Times Glee soundtrack was listened to: ~15

Times I thought I had Whitney Houston-like lung capacity: A lot

Times I did have Whitney Houston-like lung capacity: 0

Times I still think I should try out for American Idol: More than I should

Times Justin Bieber came on the radio: Not enough!

Times “Everybody” by BSB was played (by me): Twice a day since the AMA’s. No joke.

Times I was judged by other drivers: More than I care to admit (although they can suck it)

Wouldn't it be funny if my heart really could write songs?

You should play this song while reading this post. Because who doesn’t love a good emo boy band?!

Oh, it’s just me? Ah well, more skinny jeans and bangs for me!

No, but seriously…the song is catchy. And I promise it’ll make sense at the end of the this post. And if not, then just know that it takes me about three hours to write one of these because I keep checking Facebook and Twitter like a crack addict and sometimes forget what I meant to write about and then change the subject for funsies.


So one of my favorite tidbits about myself I tell people is this: “Ugh, I LOVE Taylor Swift. If my heart could write songs, they would sound like hers.” And then I sigh loudly.

I say this a lot. To my family, friends, dog, cashier, garbage man, etc. But I have to confess something to all of you right now.

It’s all a lie. (But don’t tell Max–I think my dog really likes hearing this)

My life is nothing like hers so saying my heart would write songs like her makes about as much sense as saying I’m dating Jake Gyllenhall. Because I’m not.

One could argue that I could relate to some of her earlier work that was mostly about her crushing on guys who didn’t return the feeling, but I never cried over a boy in high school and certainly not on a guitar. Although I did like a guy named Drew in 8th grade.

One could also argue that my two-sentence paragraphs are not, infact, paragraphs.

But now I really can’t pretend like I relate to her songs because I have neither broken up with someone in December or dated John Mayer. I know, I’m totally missing out.

"Dear John..." (Source)

I’ve realized that I can’t really relate to most songs I hear. Either my life is super boring or really unique. I say we go with the latter while knowing it’s actually the former. Cool? Even worse is that I desperatly feel like I should be relating to these songs. I mean, apparently everybody else is right? How is everybody else living T-Swift’s life and not me? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?!

Maybe it’s because I take things to literally and decide I can’t relate to her until I dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless?


But it’s okay. At least I can always depend on the music industry to churn out music that I love, and more importantly that I’ve loved since I was 12.

Like Mr. “I don’t need a shirt, y’all” said in Dazed and Confused, “That’s what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.” Except less creepy, and instead of ‘high school girls’ I mean ‘Disney stars who sing/the Biebs’.

Okay, maybe that quote didn’t really work. Basically if it’s a boy band, a girl who had her own Disney Channel show or a kid with a major bang problem and six million followers on Twitter, I’m gonna like love it.

Seriously, I’m so mainstream my own family is ashamed of me. I use to make them all listen to the NSYNC holiday album EVERY YEAR until I mysteriously lost it.

Obviously somebody stole it. I blame my brothers.

Have I lost your respect yet? If not, let me just tell you that I can’t stop listening to that song I posted above. Bye respect!

But I will say this to make me seem like less of a creeper loser: I in no way shape or form find any of these little guys attractive. I promise. The last poster I had up on my wall was of Josh Hartnett, and I took that down when I graduated high school. Again, I promise.

Infact, I stopped crushing on celebrities a while ago. My last was Shia LaBeouf–but even I couldn’t take the plethora of skinny jeans in that kid’s closet. You want to know who I absolutely adore right now?

Sam Querrey!

Mmm tall, goofy tennis player in pants that fit! LOVE. (Source)

If Taylor Swift gets to him before me, I will just die.