Thursday, March 24, 2011

Important Facts

So, why are you reading this? You should be out there, buying Vices & Virtues and jamming to probably the catchiest record of the year.

If you're not buying the album, you should be eating.

Seriously.

Eating is important...hence you need the nutrients from food to survive.

Pick up the sandwhich, lift it towards your mouth, and take a bite

See? Isn't that better?

Anorexia is not the new little black dress. It is not the new sexy. It is not the new pair of jeggings from True Religion. Or those Betsey Johnson hot pink and leopard pumps. It is the farthest thing from attractive.

EATTTTTT! OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Catch Me Like A Cold

Hey, stranger, I want to catch you like a cold.

Sometimes I like to walk down the street, listening to some sunshine-y She & Him song, "Sweet Darlin" or "I Was Made for You" depending on my mood, gently sashaying my hips, and pretend to be Zooey Deschenal....or as lovely as her character in (500) Days of Summer, minues the ice queen factor.

Then, other times I like to stand in my room, blaring "Badlands" and air guitaring rigidly, and pretend that I'm Bruce Springsteen playing a show for thousands of New Yorkers at Madison Square Garden.

Next, I enjoy dancing around my room like a mad person, with my left hand behind my back, making ridiculous faces, pretending I'm Brendon Urie surrounded by the screams of girls nearly half his age dying to sleep with him....not that I want that, but it's an interesting feeling.

Anyway, it was just last Friday (cue the Rebecca Black, "It's Fridayyy, Fridayyya, Fridayya) I realized living my own life is pretty entertainnig. Screaming over drunk people awkwardly at Mexican restuarants, driving around blaring Beyonce, sprinting through the parking lot at Giant Eagle in 3 inch heels away from the car we dented with our passenger door, and generally freaking out passerbys by the sudden leg that just appeared in the backseat window of that parked car sound lame to everyone else, but, hell, I'm having way too much fun.

Even if it is the only fun I have all week.

A certain essay dinasour -ahempoulakosaurus- swallowed me whole in assignments. I'm taking a break and jamming to Vices & Virtues for the thousandth time....I'm in love with Panic! at the Disco to such an extent that I basically fangirlgasm every time I hear one of their new songs. And my face looks something like this.


I'm so ready for this...and by this I mean everything.

Everything, everything, everything.

Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll

"Trade Mistakes" - Panic! at the Disco. Hellz to the yes.