I Have No Idea How to Blog

It annoys me that in the “Friends” theme song, it rhymes “year” with “year.”

amateur-historian:

woawoawoa:

So my life plan right now is to create a dance song like the “Cha Cha Slide” that is played only at like Sweet 16’s and weddings and make bank. 

Jack’s got it all figured out.

Thanks, you don’t even need musical ability, just an authoritarian part of yourself that loves to give orders. 

If I ever get really sad, I just remember there’s cereal in the world. 

So my life plan right now is to create a dance song like the “Cha Cha Slide” that is played only at like Sweet 16’s and weddings and make bank. 

I’ve always been the person who wants to be prepared, whether it’s a question about whether you have a girlfriend yet from an aunt at a wedding or a hurricane (solution to both: run). 

Thus, hypothetical situations run rampant in my mind, much like those kids who aren’t allowed to have sugar but have like a Hi-C at your house and go cray. One situation that I can’t really resolve is where I would look if I ever got serenaded. 

So, yes, I can’t really imagine a time where I would ever get serenaded, since I am not a wonderfully dated attractive girl from a John Hughes movie. But, still the question remains. 

Do you look right back at them? Or is that too intense? And, if the average song is like three and a half minutes (double checked with Yahoo! Answers, so yeah, it’s scientifically proven), that’s a crazy long time to look at someone. I can barely look at my television screen that long (wahoo for the byproducts of the twenty-first century, where attention spans are irrelevant). 

Do you look down? That just screams, “I’m awkward, this is awkward, I should have worn better shoes.”

Do you look away? If you’re in a crowded area, that’s pretty much the same as Jeopardy’s Life Line.  Do you look up? (Actually, I can answer that one: no.) 

Whatever the answer is, I need to figure it out soon, before whoever pulls out a guitar and sings the acoustic version of “What Makes You Beautiful” to me. 

“Yolo” is totally today’s “carpe diem.”

I want to do everything.