My poor blog! I have ignored thee for so long. And at this point I have probably lost the two followers I have tried so hard to gain! Sigh...
But on to what really matters: le subject! (I doubt that that is actually French for subject, but hey it sounds cool, right?) Songs. The really, REALLY bad kind that get stuck in your head. There's nothing worse. Because it's never a good song that is stuck - that wouldn't be such a tragedy. It's always the really annoying or just plain bad or somehow unpleasant songs that set up residence inside your cranium and refuse to leave. Like squatters. Also you end up humming or singing them to yourself without even noticing and then someone else hears you and either a) makes fun of you or b) gets angry at you because now the song will be stuck in their head.
If you couldn't figure it out by the dedication of a blog to my complaining, I have a song stuck in my head. Two, in fact. They've been there since Monday and somehow even the constant playing of other, more entertaining, and sometimes excessively odd songs like "Sweet Transvestite" cannot replace them! I blame my comedy class. In order to make some point, which I have forgotten since these songs are taking up all the decent thinking capacity, my professor played that stupid "Friday" song by Rebecca Black and some random mash-up that involved a song from that kids show "Lazytown." It had something to do with cake.
And see? That's even worse! I don't know the lyrics to either of these songs, so there's like one or two lyrics from each just playing over and over and OVER! So while I am trying to write this blog and a final American Lit paper on the changing use of the image of Nature all I can think is that I have to "do the cooking by the book" and that I "gotta get down on Friday." Both statements to which I can confidently answer with a nice, resounding DUH.
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