(The great A Cappella song sang last year)
Of course, over the weekend where my itinerary WAS full.
Planned:
Tonight
- Home Basketball game against FREMONT 7 pm (CANCELLED)
- Taco Bell after the game 10 pm (CANCELLED)
- Hanging out at someone's house (probably mine) after that 11pm (CANCELLED)
Saturday
- Dance Rehearsal 10 am
- Leave for Firelands Challenge in Toledo 11:30 am
-funness in Toledo, Chipotle-
- Basketball game 7 pm
Sunday
- Church 7:30 am
- Work 11-2 pm
- Band Concert 3pm
- Lifeteen 5-8 pm
But nooo.... the snow is coming during the weekend. When we already don't have school. Bahh.
My aunt and uncle are out of town, in West Virginia to be exact. They didn't understand why I got home so late (3:40, I usually get home around 3:20) and got mad (even though they were not even in the state) and yelled (pointless). Sorry I can't help it if we had to drop someone else off first and it takes a good amount of time to drive in these conditions. Sorry if it's not snowing in WV.
Which got me to thinking, subconsciously, I was looking forward to this weekend. My Aunt Becky is staying with me at night. She lets me hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want. I was looking forward to not hearing my aunt complain about everything and nag and nag. I didn't even realize that my past week has been spent trying to make perfect plans for this weekend, and the snow screwed them up. Maybe, maybe I'm crazy, but maybe God is telling me that I need to quit that, stop trying to make everything fit into time slots ever so carefully. Maybe I shouldn't be so concerned about getting in every possible social event when I have the chance. I'm not saying next Friday I'm staying home. Heck...no. But maybe I shouldn't be so concerned about spending time with my friends, and instead spend more time with my family. Spending time with Aunt Becky instead of going to the game has been fun tonight. Maybe if I spent more time with Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan, we could get along better, especially Aunt Mary and I. Maybe then she could start seeing things from my point of view and vice versa, like we have been nagging each other about the lack thereof.
Anyway, I'm sleepy.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Matters to be taken care of.
1. Okay, yes, Eric and I got back together, like I told you girls, and then broke up, like I also said. The reason why:
He lied to me about smoking weed and drinking.
First he told me that he did weed, owned it, and wanted me to try it sometime with him (I declined), and that he also drank often. This angered me. So I broke up with him. Then he tried saying that he doesn't do any of it and never will (Doesn't make sense, changing his story and all) so now he is upset that he 'lost' me again. Well, weed does a lot of things to you. I won't date someone who is into that kind of stuff.
2. Orchestra contest music=boring and typical music... let's see, we have Two Daughters, the typical string-only piece, though I think it's a nice arrangement... but Nitschke's situation of children (read: twin daughters) may have been the sole reason he bought the piece. Into The Storm (okay, for fall it was Second Storm, now it's predecessor... ) is the typical A-B-A piece, first having energy, then slowing down, then becoming fast again. Chant and Joyous Dance is the B-A-B piece, just the opposite )I'm pretty sure, at least, we haven't played it in a while and I cannot remember how it goes.)
3. Choir contest music=awesome. Hark, I Hear the Harps Eternal- a folksy traditional hymn written in 3/2...it's still neat. Weep, O Willow, that one is really fun. It's a depressed love song, pretty much, a girl singing how she cannot find her true love and must go cry under a willow until she can get married. What makes this cool... the men sing lines such as 'I long for the only boy I love' and 'Today is our wedding day', yes, it's gay sounding, but since all of our contest music is done A Cappella, they sort of serve as the accompaniment of the piece. The best, though, is Elijah Rock. Search for it on YouTube, (actually, all 3 songs are on YouTube, conveniently, but the one of Weep, O Willow isn't great.) I dare you. Search 'Moses Hogan Elijah Rock', it is an amazing spritual. It is, however, split into 8 parts and thus makes it a VERY difficult class A piece to pull of... but we might be able to do it, it's shaping up well in class. If kids take it home and work on it, it will sound nice.
4. Two plays at once sucks. I did it once before, and now I'm doing it again. Before, I wasn't a lead in either. Now, I'm a principal in both. And musical auditions are next week. Are there going to be 3 at once? That would really suck, I mean, epic fail on my social life and grades.
5. Pep Band starts Friday, oddly enough, with our home game against FREMONT. Come one, come all, that is, if I ever get around to getting a drum key (last year's pursuits broke my faithful one) and tuning my quads.
6. So I failed an Algebra II test. Like literally failed. Like 53%. I don't know how, I thought I did really well. But I did. It didn't help that there were only about 11 questions, making it pretty rough to attain a decent grade. Seriously, I must be developing an ADD/ADHD complex that prevents me from paying attention in Algebra, or any class for that matter. I had no idea what was going on last chapter, and taking the test after 2 weeks of break? Ouch. Well, let's hope the next test is better.
7. Meanwhile, my English grade is a B, thanks to Jane freaking Eyre. But we are starting on poetry next? Which is great, I'm sure you girls remember Jillian and I bringing home blue ribbons and trophies for poetry from the fair this year? So yeah, my grade should probably be improving once I blow her away with my expressions of emotions. Ha, ha. No, really, I'm just glad we're not reading a book. Reading a book is hard, especially when you don't read it and then try to BS on a pop quiz of the chapters you left out in your SparkNotes adventure. Go, poetry.
8. Abortion sucks, really. That wasn't meant to be dark and sadistic pun, but now tht I read it, and considering how tired I am, it might be taken wrongly. Okay, so I got an email from one of these millions of Catholic newsletters I am a subscriber to, and it had a link to some sale merchandise on a Pro-Life website. What girl doesn't love a sale? So I clicked on the link, browsed the (pretty cool, actually) clothing, then clicked on some more links, then some more links, and suddenly I found myself on a page written by former pro-choicers that are now pro-life. They had a (lengthy) collection of quotes from abortion doctors. As I read them, some being a line or two and others a long paragraph, I started to get a little tear in my eye. How in the world would someone be okay with this? I knew what abortion was before, and a little about the procedure, but this website (abortionfacts.com) exploited the dirtiness behind it. I will post some of the most chilling quotes I read, along with the link. Beware, though, some of the content of this website is really explicit and made me feel sick to my stomach and very upset. There are some graphic pictures, forewarning you all.
http://www.abortionfacts.com/providers/quotes.asp
He lied to me about smoking weed and drinking.
First he told me that he did weed, owned it, and wanted me to try it sometime with him (I declined), and that he also drank often. This angered me. So I broke up with him. Then he tried saying that he doesn't do any of it and never will (Doesn't make sense, changing his story and all) so now he is upset that he 'lost' me again. Well, weed does a lot of things to you. I won't date someone who is into that kind of stuff.
2. Orchestra contest music=boring and typical music... let's see, we have Two Daughters, the typical string-only piece, though I think it's a nice arrangement... but Nitschke's situation of children (read: twin daughters) may have been the sole reason he bought the piece. Into The Storm (okay, for fall it was Second Storm, now it's predecessor... ) is the typical A-B-A piece, first having energy, then slowing down, then becoming fast again. Chant and Joyous Dance is the B-A-B piece, just the opposite )I'm pretty sure, at least, we haven't played it in a while and I cannot remember how it goes.)
3. Choir contest music=awesome. Hark, I Hear the Harps Eternal- a folksy traditional hymn written in 3/2...it's still neat. Weep, O Willow, that one is really fun. It's a depressed love song, pretty much, a girl singing how she cannot find her true love and must go cry under a willow until she can get married. What makes this cool... the men sing lines such as 'I long for the only boy I love' and 'Today is our wedding day', yes, it's gay sounding, but since all of our contest music is done A Cappella, they sort of serve as the accompaniment of the piece. The best, though, is Elijah Rock. Search for it on YouTube, (actually, all 3 songs are on YouTube, conveniently, but the one of Weep, O Willow isn't great.) I dare you. Search 'Moses Hogan Elijah Rock', it is an amazing spritual. It is, however, split into 8 parts and thus makes it a VERY difficult class A piece to pull of... but we might be able to do it, it's shaping up well in class. If kids take it home and work on it, it will sound nice.
4. Two plays at once sucks. I did it once before, and now I'm doing it again. Before, I wasn't a lead in either. Now, I'm a principal in both. And musical auditions are next week. Are there going to be 3 at once? That would really suck, I mean, epic fail on my social life and grades.
5. Pep Band starts Friday, oddly enough, with our home game against FREMONT. Come one, come all, that is, if I ever get around to getting a drum key (last year's pursuits broke my faithful one) and tuning my quads.
6. So I failed an Algebra II test. Like literally failed. Like 53%. I don't know how, I thought I did really well. But I did. It didn't help that there were only about 11 questions, making it pretty rough to attain a decent grade. Seriously, I must be developing an ADD/ADHD complex that prevents me from paying attention in Algebra, or any class for that matter. I had no idea what was going on last chapter, and taking the test after 2 weeks of break? Ouch. Well, let's hope the next test is better.
7. Meanwhile, my English grade is a B, thanks to Jane freaking Eyre. But we are starting on poetry next? Which is great, I'm sure you girls remember Jillian and I bringing home blue ribbons and trophies for poetry from the fair this year? So yeah, my grade should probably be improving once I blow her away with my expressions of emotions. Ha, ha. No, really, I'm just glad we're not reading a book. Reading a book is hard, especially when you don't read it and then try to BS on a pop quiz of the chapters you left out in your SparkNotes adventure. Go, poetry.
8. Abortion sucks, really. That wasn't meant to be dark and sadistic pun, but now tht I read it, and considering how tired I am, it might be taken wrongly. Okay, so I got an email from one of these millions of Catholic newsletters I am a subscriber to, and it had a link to some sale merchandise on a Pro-Life website. What girl doesn't love a sale? So I clicked on the link, browsed the (pretty cool, actually) clothing, then clicked on some more links, then some more links, and suddenly I found myself on a page written by former pro-choicers that are now pro-life. They had a (lengthy) collection of quotes from abortion doctors. As I read them, some being a line or two and others a long paragraph, I started to get a little tear in my eye. How in the world would someone be okay with this? I knew what abortion was before, and a little about the procedure, but this website (abortionfacts.com) exploited the dirtiness behind it. I will post some of the most chilling quotes I read, along with the link. Beware, though, some of the content of this website is really explicit and made me feel sick to my stomach and very upset. There are some graphic pictures, forewarning you all.
http://www.abortionfacts.com/providers/quotes.asp
"In my facilities, I always gave option counseling. Of course you make the abortion the most appealing. I told them about adoption and about foster care and about [when there was welfare] assistance. The typical way it would go is, "Well, you know you can place your baby out for adoption." But then, in the second breath you would say, "That's an option available to you, but you also have to realize that there's going to be a baby of yours out here somewhere in the world you will never see again. At least with abortion you know what's happening. You can go on with your life...The longer I was in it, the less I cared, so I really didn't really care what my conscience said. My conscience was totally numb anyway. But what it did do was public relations-wise. You were able, when a reporter or TV crew came, to pull out a packet of information for the patients to read and they received it. So what can anybody say? Publicly it looked good -- in reality it was another tool that was used to force a woman into abortion. It's typical -- I would give them an option and then shoot it down. The only option you didn't shoot down, obviously, was abortion."
--Former clinic owner Eric Harrah quoted by Dr. Jack Willke and Brad Mattes
"Sometimes we lied. A girl might ask what her baby was like at a certain point in the pregnancy: Was it a baby yet? Even as early as 12 weeks a baby is totally formed, he has fingerprints, turns his head, fans his toes, feels pain. But we would say 'It's not a baby yet. It's just tissue, like a clot.'"
--Kathy Sparks told in "The Conversion of Kathy Sparks" by Gloria Williamson, Christian Herald Jan 1986 p 28
(See what I bold-faced? The baby FEELS PAIN by 12 weeks. This doctor admits that it is an actual living human being, but also admits lying to the patient and calling it 'tissue' so as to not drive away business. Disgusting.)
quoted Magda Denes, "[the doctor] pulls out something, which he slaps on the instrument table. "there," he says, "A leg." . . . I turn to Mr. Smith. . . He points to the instrument table, where there is a perfectly formed, slightly bent leg, about three inches long. . . "There, I've got the head out now." ...There lies a head. It is the smallest human head I have ever seen, but it is unmistakably part of a person."
"You would just look in the buckets and see arms and legs. I have horrible dreams about that now. It was something you would see in a scary movie."
--Former clinic worker Kirsten Breedlove
It's all just awful. There are some mind-blowing statistics on this website, also. Like how abortionists like to say that it's mostly women killing their children solely because the children have defects (This only accounts for 20% of abortions) and it's safer to have an abortion than to birth a child (Really, last time I thought about having my uterus suctioned out, my cervix paralyzed or scissors and scapels scraping placenta and baby from my uterine lining, it sounded pretty safe. I can look past the whole possibility that a limb is left inside, causing infection thing and the severe and often fatal bleeding, sure, just for sure don't give me an Epidural and deliver a child the right way, and of course, there aren't ANY families wishing to adopt a newborn, no sir.) Basically, it kind of hit me hard tonight. I'm still not allowed to go to Right-to-Life march this year, but maybe it's for the better that I stay home and learn/research more about what I thought I knew but had no clue. One in six women have committed murder on an innocent child. It's gruesome, sad, and true.
Psalm 139:13-16. For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.
Genesis 9:6 - Whoever sheds man’s blood, by man his blood shall be shed, for in the image of God He made man.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Date/New Haircut
The date went very well. We went to see 'Yes Man', and it was a cute movie. Corny, cliche, but cute. Then we just drove around for a little bit and ultimately got out of his truck and walked around downtown, kind of spur-of-the-moment, even though it was 10:30 at night and very cold. Oh well. We just talked about everything and laughed. Joey is a little shy but very talkative, which I guess is good because I am too. We talked mainly about school and how much we both love and hate it at the same time. He's awfully polite and very chivalrous, which I admire. He invited me to come over sometime and ride 4-wheelers with him and his brother.... which I am afraid to death to do, but I think that's why he invited me, honestly. I told him I would think about it. Really, I don't think I would ever get on a 4-wheeler. We will see.
I got my hair cut. It's not short like Alyssa's (I saw your pic, btw, and it looks super cute!) but it's layered and different. Which I wanted something different. My bangs are shorter too.
So I went shopping today too. I got this really pretty purple sweater dress, a costume necklace that has all these cute baubles, matching earrings, and some black leather kitten heels (Hint- Dots is going out of business and clearancing all merchandise...) for real cheap.
In other news, still having an obsession with this iPod touch... I'm downloading TV shows and different app games... it's ridiculously fun. Like this Guitar Hero-like game? awesome.
I'm addicted.
I got my hair cut. It's not short like Alyssa's (I saw your pic, btw, and it looks super cute!) but it's layered and different. Which I wanted something different. My bangs are shorter too.
So I went shopping today too. I got this really pretty purple sweater dress, a costume necklace that has all these cute baubles, matching earrings, and some black leather kitten heels (Hint- Dots is going out of business and clearancing all merchandise...) for real cheap.
In other news, still having an obsession with this iPod touch... I'm downloading TV shows and different app games... it's ridiculously fun. Like this Guitar Hero-like game? awesome.
I'm addicted.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year/iPod Touch/Date Night
Should auld acquaintance be forget, and never brought to mind.
A-men.
Happy New Year, Everyone!
So, with my abundance of Christmas money/work bonus, since I'm not going to D.C. this year, I decided to buy something nice for myself. An iPod touch. Perhaps this is the best thing I have ever bought for myself. Since yesterday I have been playing with it and discovering all of it's curiosities. I'm enthralled.
Tonight is Date Night (that is, if I ever get a nap in before this Joey boy calls, if he ever calls.) with Joey, if he calls, which I think he will. It's a bit odd, though, because today is his birthday, but he wanted to know if I wanted to go out tonight... wouldn't he want to spend time with his family and friends rather than some girl he's just 'talking' to? I don't know, I've never understood boys. Oh well. I will let all know how it went; maybe I can update from the iPod.
A-men.
Happy New Year, Everyone!
So, with my abundance of Christmas money/work bonus, since I'm not going to D.C. this year, I decided to buy something nice for myself. An iPod touch. Perhaps this is the best thing I have ever bought for myself. Since yesterday I have been playing with it and discovering all of it's curiosities. I'm enthralled.
Tonight is Date Night (that is, if I ever get a nap in before this Joey boy calls, if he ever calls.) with Joey, if he calls, which I think he will. It's a bit odd, though, because today is his birthday, but he wanted to know if I wanted to go out tonight... wouldn't he want to spend time with his family and friends rather than some girl he's just 'talking' to? I don't know, I've never understood boys. Oh well. I will let all know how it went; maybe I can update from the iPod.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Rock n Roll Hall of Fame/Crocker Park/Party
Today was fun :)
Clare and I went with her dad and uncle to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I've always wanted to go there, seeing as this was the kind of music I was brought up listening to and still love the sounds of it. It was really cool, but I was disappointed to see a whole section devoted to Jimi Hendrix and barely anything about Led Zeppelin. They had one of John Paul Jones's bass guitars and a couple of band members' outfits. There were many Jimi Hendrix outfits, actual letters and songs handwritten from him, a recording station and much more. Yeah, Hendrix is awesome, but Zeppelin is better. They had a lot for Michael Jackson, too, including his Grammy outfit (he won 8 Grammys the night he wore it), his Thriller jacket and mask, and the infamous sparkle glove. There were some high school garage bands playing on the stage, and we listened to them for a bit. I must admit, they were really good, except for some of the girl singers. One did Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin and I was blown away by this girl's pipes. She could belt it out very raspy Janis-like, and she was my age! Well, I immediately texted Bella and we decided that yes, her and I were going to start a band. Whether or not it goes anywhere, well, that's unknown. :)
Then we walked around Crocker Park, and it was only for an hour. I bought some underwear, a bag, and lip gloss from victoria's secret, and that's it. I soooo love Crocker Park to death. Even if most of it is high-end retailers whose merchandise start in the 3-figure range. Oh well.
Last night, after Christmas fun with my parents' friends and their kids, I went to a party at my friend Kate's house. I was pretty apprehensive about it, too, because I figured it was going to be all college kids (Kate is a freshman in college). Well, there were a couple high school kids there, but mostly people that graduated 2004-2008. I knew everyone except her roommates, who were friendly. No drinking or smoking or seven minutes in heaven or strip poker or anything of the sort. Her mom was there, too, just in a different part of the house. I got there an hour and a half after it started, and people were just sitting around talking. Then someone asked Kate if she had Twister. Yes, Twister, the games that ties you up in knots. Out of the 20-25 kids there, about 10 were trying to play Twister. Adam (who happens to be my Frosh Buddy's older and graduated brother, and REALLY cute) and I got out immediately in the first game because he toppled over me. Which I did not really mind :) The second round, however, it came down to me, him, Ian and Devon. Some interesting things happened and at one time I pretty much had Ian in my lap. It was fun though... I forgot how hard that game is, especially with a bunch of guys who have arms and legs long enough to reach over me! After everyone was worn out from that, someone got out a deck of Would You Rather cards, and we spent our time debating the pros and cons of dilemmas. Some were a bit racy, but overall, it was funny imagining some of the things. The party itself was great, and I didn't feel afraid that there would be drinking and smoking, nor was I ashamed of being a 'party pooper' for not commencing with the activities. It surprised me, too, that none of these taboos showed up, and I did stay late. It was a good time :)
Clare and I went with her dad and uncle to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I've always wanted to go there, seeing as this was the kind of music I was brought up listening to and still love the sounds of it. It was really cool, but I was disappointed to see a whole section devoted to Jimi Hendrix and barely anything about Led Zeppelin. They had one of John Paul Jones's bass guitars and a couple of band members' outfits. There were many Jimi Hendrix outfits, actual letters and songs handwritten from him, a recording station and much more. Yeah, Hendrix is awesome, but Zeppelin is better. They had a lot for Michael Jackson, too, including his Grammy outfit (he won 8 Grammys the night he wore it), his Thriller jacket and mask, and the infamous sparkle glove. There were some high school garage bands playing on the stage, and we listened to them for a bit. I must admit, they were really good, except for some of the girl singers. One did Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin and I was blown away by this girl's pipes. She could belt it out very raspy Janis-like, and she was my age! Well, I immediately texted Bella and we decided that yes, her and I were going to start a band. Whether or not it goes anywhere, well, that's unknown. :)
Then we walked around Crocker Park, and it was only for an hour. I bought some underwear, a bag, and lip gloss from victoria's secret, and that's it. I soooo love Crocker Park to death. Even if most of it is high-end retailers whose merchandise start in the 3-figure range. Oh well.
Last night, after Christmas fun with my parents' friends and their kids, I went to a party at my friend Kate's house. I was pretty apprehensive about it, too, because I figured it was going to be all college kids (Kate is a freshman in college). Well, there were a couple high school kids there, but mostly people that graduated 2004-2008. I knew everyone except her roommates, who were friendly. No drinking or smoking or seven minutes in heaven or strip poker or anything of the sort. Her mom was there, too, just in a different part of the house. I got there an hour and a half after it started, and people were just sitting around talking. Then someone asked Kate if she had Twister. Yes, Twister, the games that ties you up in knots. Out of the 20-25 kids there, about 10 were trying to play Twister. Adam (who happens to be my Frosh Buddy's older and graduated brother, and REALLY cute) and I got out immediately in the first game because he toppled over me. Which I did not really mind :) The second round, however, it came down to me, him, Ian and Devon. Some interesting things happened and at one time I pretty much had Ian in my lap. It was fun though... I forgot how hard that game is, especially with a bunch of guys who have arms and legs long enough to reach over me! After everyone was worn out from that, someone got out a deck of Would You Rather cards, and we spent our time debating the pros and cons of dilemmas. Some were a bit racy, but overall, it was funny imagining some of the things. The party itself was great, and I didn't feel afraid that there would be drinking and smoking, nor was I ashamed of being a 'party pooper' for not commencing with the activities. It surprised me, too, that none of these taboos showed up, and I did stay late. It was a good time :)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Nostalgia cures boredom (mostly) && mash-ups
In spite of this boredom, I am looking up random artists that I remember from the glory days (days when my sister and I had this love/hate relationship and our parents were together)
YouTube must think I'm crazy, but the playlist is as follows
(Give yourself a point for each song you remember, two points if you have a cd/cassette of the band, three if you know the lyrics, negative four if a poster of the band hangs in your room.)
*All or Nothing- O-Town
*The Hardest Thing (I've Ever Had to Do)- 98 Degrees
*Girl on TV- LFO
*Crazy Town- Butterfly
*Summer Girls- LFO
*Bye Bye Bye- N*SYNC
*I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys
*Pretty much anything by Backstreet Boys or N*Sync
*Hit Me Baby (One More Time)- Britney Spears
*Tubthumping- Chumbawumba
*No More- 3LW
*Survivor- Destiny's Child
I fondly remember my sister and I singing along to these songs whenever they came on the radio. She would get so mad at me when she found her boy band books/cds/cassettes in my room. Yes, this was the hilt of Pop, 1999-2002. I was 6-9 years old and Kayla was 11-14. This was quite possibly the only thing we bonded over. I forgot how great this music is, yet how cheesy it is and wonder why Kayla and I drooled over TRL's broadcast of these 'cute' boy bands and whatnot.
I then found something called a 'video-mashup'. Watch for yourself, and tell me if this isn't amazing. This first one is my favorite and possibly the most well-done one. The second one is good too, but could use some work in the beginning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT5eJwgAtvY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQlH7WbnlJI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMhnFoq0TpE&feature=related
Enjoy :)
YouTube must think I'm crazy, but the playlist is as follows
(Give yourself a point for each song you remember, two points if you have a cd/cassette of the band, three if you know the lyrics, negative four if a poster of the band hangs in your room.)
*All or Nothing- O-Town
*The Hardest Thing (I've Ever Had to Do)- 98 Degrees
*Girl on TV- LFO
*Crazy Town- Butterfly
*Summer Girls- LFO
*Bye Bye Bye- N*SYNC
*I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys
*Pretty much anything by Backstreet Boys or N*Sync
*Hit Me Baby (One More Time)- Britney Spears
*Tubthumping- Chumbawumba
*No More- 3LW
*Survivor- Destiny's Child
I fondly remember my sister and I singing along to these songs whenever they came on the radio. She would get so mad at me when she found her boy band books/cds/cassettes in my room. Yes, this was the hilt of Pop, 1999-2002. I was 6-9 years old and Kayla was 11-14. This was quite possibly the only thing we bonded over. I forgot how great this music is, yet how cheesy it is and wonder why Kayla and I drooled over TRL's broadcast of these 'cute' boy bands and whatnot.
I then found something called a 'video-mashup'. Watch for yourself, and tell me if this isn't amazing. This first one is my favorite and possibly the most well-done one. The second one is good too, but could use some work in the beginning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT5eJwgAtvY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQlH7WbnlJI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMhnFoq0TpE&feature=related
Enjoy :)
An interesting day at work && unfair-(but for my own good, I suppose)ness.
Well, I worked my 11-5 shift today at the wonderful world of Wendy's. I cannot complain, I have a job in this rough economic depression, I make way more than minimum wage, and it's 2.5 hours shorter than my usual 11-7:30.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
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