THE AWKWARD PAUSE

I love Lady Gaga! There, now it's out in the open. When I first listened to Bad Romance, I thought it was whack, but now I can't stop listening to it. I'm starting to think there's some subliminal message in the song just like that one episode of the Simpsons where they were trying to recruit people to join the navy with their lyrics of "Yvan Eht Nioj" = Join the navy backwards.
Talent:

God damn, my taste in music is leaning more towards radio music everyday. It doesn't really matter I guess. I just don't like people who are music snobs and only listen to underground ~*InDiE*~ bands...even though I used to be one of them. It kind of rubs me the wrong way like when people say "I hate country music except for Johnny Cash." I'm not an advocate for country music or anything, but it's ignorant to associate a whole genre of music with banjos and pick up trucks. Speaking of pick up trucks, I was driving to Target earlier today and the car in front of me had testicles hanging off the edge of its rear. At first I thought it was the thing that connects with a puller, but I took a second look, and they were definitely balls. Anyway back to music snobs, to me it doesn't matter whether it's a Radiohead or (insert indie band here) song, if it sounds good then I'll listen to it. It's that simple. I'm not going to eliminate an artist just because they're signed to a major record label. Example; I HATE Miley Annoying Cyrus, but The Climb and Party in the USA are good pop songs. I hate that I like these songs because Miley Slutty Cyrus sings them, but my ears like those songs, so I'm not going to pretend that I hate them and judge other people for liking them. /rant. I'm gunna go feed my turtles now.

I'm just gonna throw it out there, I hate it when people use the terms "bestie", "hubby", "wifey" and "bubba". Yup, I'm bitter. Right now I'm taking a break from typing my essay to type on LJ because it makes perfect sense. Anyway, I'm writing a 4 page research paper on same-sex marriage. Half way done! WOO.

Anyway, today in geography, smelly weirdo guy (I don't know his name) sat next to me and I was sustaining myself from vomiting. His body odor smells like it's made up of a dumpster filled with lung cancer and wet diarrhea (not that there's such thing as dry diarrhea?), which makes me wonder why he is torturing his surrounding by not showering daily and being a total weirdo. You know how when something smells bad, but eventually you get use to it? Well that didn't happen in my case. Three and a half hours of total suffocation. Did I mention that on the first day he randomly yelled out "I'M NOT A TERRORIST!!!" while the professor was lecturing? Yeah, like I said, weirdo. Today out of no where he asked me if I liked chocolate. I said "uhh I guess..." He then reached into his pocket and offered me a half eaten granola bar. After I said LOL NO THANKS I'M GOOD, he then proceeded to be creepy by asking the girl on the other side of him if she liked chocolate. I think the moral of the story is, if someone asks you if you like chocolate, you should kick them in the balls or vagina and run the other direction as fast as you can.

So the other day, I got around to watching the Sarah Silverman Program, and to say the least, BITCH BE CRAZY (in a funny/ outrageous kind of way.) On the second episode her dog kept licking his southern area, so she said, "What is so delicious about that?" then picked her dog up and licked his anus. Yeah.... Here's a link. I'm gunna go back to my essay now.