You guys ever hear a song, and think, "God, this sucks!" But then find yourself humming along to it, and before you know it, it's stuck in your head, and then you secretly start listening to it over and over again on playlist.com just to satisfy your listening urges? I've been there, my friends. Many times. This week's songs compiles some of the best of the worst. This is by no means an exhaustive list, just a sample of the creme de la crap.
1. Kelly Osbourne, "Shut Up"
I'm not going to lie. This song was my JAM when I was eighteen.
You have to understand my state of mind when this song came out. The Osbournes had been a huge hit that spring. Between that and my recent discovery of classic rock and Black Sabbath, I was ready to embrace anything the Osbourne family released. Besides, at 18, I thought I was so badass and this song seemed to fit my mental attitude my first semester of college.
Months later, my mom and I heard this song playing somewhere and my mom said, "Ugh, that's awful." And I realized - yeah, this song really does suck. And yet I can't hate it, no matter how annoying Kelly O. sounds with her faux punk rocker grrrl pronunciation of "SHUT UPPPPP." I have to admit, the "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah" part is still kind of funny.
2. Methods of Mayhem, "Anger Management"
In 2005, I went through a phase where I had a crush on Tommy Lee. I don't get it either. I mean, besides the rampant drug use and domestic violence accusations, he actually seems like a pretty funny guy. His reality show was on then, and his autobiography had just been released (it's not for the sensitive readers, but it's actually good). In the book, he mentioned writing this song when he was in jail and feeling frustrated.
Technically, this song sucks - it jumps all over the place, and there's Tommy Lee trying to sound all badass when he's rapping. But at the same time, it's actually kind of good; and I can't hate any song that has, "GET THE FUCK BACK, WUT!" as one of the lyrics.
3. Black Eyed Peas, "I Got a Feeling"
I've referred to the Black Eyed Pea disease, where the songs have great beats, but where the lyrics are so dumb you can't believe these people are taking themselves seriously.
I know, I know - I'm supposed to hate this song. It's Autotuned to death and the lyrics are stupid even by Black Eyed Pea's standards ("Go out and smash it/like oh my God/jump off that sofa/let's get get crunk" and "Fill up my cup (DRANK)." And yet it stays stuck in my head. Damn you, Black Eyed Peas. DAMN YOU.
4. Soulja Boy, "Crank Dat (Soulja Boy)"
My brother can't stand this song, and some days, I can't either.
5. Miley Cyrus, "Party in the USA"
DON'T JUDGE ME. I DON'T CARE HOW AUTOTUNED IT IS, AND HOW IDIOTIC THE LYRICS ARE. IT'S CATCHY, OKAY?! DON'T JUDGE ME.
What really bad songs can you not stop listening to?
1. Be someone I've never met in real life.
2. Send a message saying this:
hey there hows it goin i just moved to (city redacted) a couple dayz ago thought i would make sum new friends meet sum new faces.
Um...no.
Conrad posted this on Twitter, and it's just too good not to re-post.
Back in the 70's, a group of students formed an orchestra called Portsmouth Sinfonia. It was formed of musicians playing instruments completely new to them. They were um, not good. But I suppose that was the whole point, as they performed and released hit singles.
This is their version of "Thus spake Zarathustra" from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Even if you weren't in band or orchestra when you were in school, you can appreciate how hilariously bad this is. Unless, you're, you know, tone deaf.
I really wonder what level of effort went into something that sounds that terrible. They must have only practiced once.
Hola Voxers. I just haven't felt like writing anything. I dunno why. I don't think it's time for me and this blog to take a break just yet; I've had it for three years, so I've grown quite used to writing in it. It's just my 'hood has become rather quiet as of late. I like reading y'all's posts. Update more.
This weekend was a good one. Last weekend, when I was feeling pretty stressed out and antisocial, I was quite content with spending the whole weekend holed up in my apartment. This weekend I would have gone crazy if I did that, so luckily there was a lot to do. I went out to happy hour with some people from my running group on Friday and watched the UT/Tech game with them on Saturday. Yesterday I saw The Informant! with Jared and Conrad, and went out to Souper!Salad! afterward. Remind me never to go out to that place again. It's glorified dorm food and is nowhere worth the money. Ugh.
Yesterday I went for a long run because I'm trying to get my endurance back up. My endurance is in a sad, sad place right now...I think my problem is more mental because I'm sure I have the physical capacity to run longer and faster than I am. I'm pretty embarrassed at how bad my running is now. I ran for an hour, with a water break in the middle. It was a slow run though...my ankle muscles have been hurting me lately because I think I have the wrong form when I run sprints, and I pulled something. It took a good 20-30 minutes for my muscles to stop hurting and for the endorphins to kick in. I skipped my run today. I dunno if that's good or not.
Sigh. Well, I'm going to take a shower. Sometimes I wonder if I have insomnia because I just cannot get to sleep at a normal time...this weekend I went to bed at 4 for no reason.
A couple of weeks ago, on our way back from Dallas, my coworker said that he doesn't know of any girls like me who enjoys listening to music like Black Sabbath. I think anyone, fan or not, would dig this badass song:
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1. Have been off Vox lately because my personal laptop is having problems with the battery AC adapter...so I have the work laptop to work with at the moment.
2. There is no cure to a stressful week like indulging in a relaxing weekend full of watching TV, doing puzzles, and drinking a bottle of margarita-flavored wine.
3. True Blood finale tonight was great. Only complaint - why was Alexander Skarsgard only in this episode for two minutes?
4. Do you know he's dating Evan Rachel Wood in real life? He deserves someone a lot classier than she is. She has the reputation for being a cheater and a maneater, but what do I know.
5. HBO has a Merlotte's t-shirt on its site, which is perfect for my Halloween costume (I'm gonna be Sookie). They have the apron she wears too, but it's $20 and I don't want to spend a ridiculous amount of money on my costume.
6. MY HAIR IS GETTING LONG, Y'ALL.
7. I got the Them Crooked Vultures tickets in the mail today...two weeks!
8. I have to get my crown redone on Thursday :\ Did I already mention this, how my dentist did it wrong the first time so now they have to fix it?
9. I'm gonna work on my puzzle and watch a little bit of Season 1 True Blood (shut up) before bedtime. Adios.
10. Wow, just about half of these updates were True Blood related. I promise I have a life.
Sorry I've been absent, y'all. I'm having laptop battery problems and I've just been feeling too blah this week to write anything. Here is an entry that I think will cheer everyone up, especially for today (what's with the "incident" on the Potomac River, anyway? You'd think that if it really is training, they'd pick a better place/time to conduct it.)
My past entries in this set have dealt with hilarious comments from the online forum. But every so often, the reporters for the paper prove that they too lack basic writing skills:
Today was good, but this evening has descended into a bunch of blah. I think the fact that I am halfheartedly working on my report and am unfocused is not helping.
Anyway, the song of this week is Foo Fighter's "The One." This song isn't for anyone in particular but is appropriate for my current mood.
I should be asleep right now. I have a dentist's appointment in the morning. Can't wait for that (sarcasm).
Today was just a really good day. I've been keeping busy at work with my neverending real estate tasks and writing a report for the field work I did last week. I'm really enjoying working with the data. I had a "math fail" moment yesterday which was really embarrassing. I'd had a hard time solving this EASY problem while out in the field, and was determined to solve it yesterday for my data...it was so simple. My only consolation is I was making it too complicated, but STILL NO EXCUSES. My master's degree should be revoked. I realize that I miss the mental stimulation of doing math problems (I KNOW, WHAT?) so I need to keep my mind fresh by doing those.
I had CPR/First Aid Training today. The instructor was really funny and kept the class interesting. I was CPR/First Aid certified like, ten years ago, so I paid attention. I wonder if I would really remember all that information in an emergency, though. My brain is notorious for shutting down in emergency situations, so I don't know. CPR seems pretty easy to remember. I just hope I never have to use it, but if I do, I hope I can be level-headed. I just need to give myself more credit, perhaps.
I went back to my running group for the first time in a month. I haven't been able to go all last month, what with being out of town, being sick, having Pat here, and other general excuses. Here's the difference between running by myself and running with other people. I went on a run last Sunday and it wasn't great - I was slow, ran only for 34 minutes, and had incredibly sore legs the next day, like I'd run 15 miles. Granted, it was my first time back to running after a month, but still. Today I planned on taking it easy, but other people were using me as their pacer. They are probably my dad's age but I learned long ago that age has nothing to do with running, as some of the best and fastest runners I know are in their fifties (my dad included). Several of these runners are marathoners, so they could outrun me without any problem. Since I'm competitive, there wasn't any way I was slowing down when I saw one of my past pacing buddies catching up with me. So after that, I resigned myself to the idea that I was running fast today and joined their group when they asked me to pace them. They were a really nice group of people to run with and I was really grateful for the chance to run with them, and was humbled by their compliments (they nicknamed me "The Rabbit." I'm not fast but hey, I'll take the compliments!)
It was funny because after the first running set I did with them, my stomach started hurting, as it does when I run faster than I'm used to. But they were being so complimentary of me that I thought, I can't stop now. Suck it up, Jenny (and it's not like these were deathly abdominal pains - they were bearable). After the second set, my stomach hurt even more, but then other people were noticing my running and complimenting me on it. So I definitely couldn't stop! But what do you know, once I started running again my stomach pains went away. Phew :) I had a reputation to uphold. Seriously, though, without the group, I would have defaulted into my old lady crawl. They definitely paced me and I hope I can run with them next week. I'm pretty happy that I didn't lose all of my running speed in the month I haven't run...I heard it takes 6 weeks to lose your training, so I guess I hit it right before that crucial mark.
Ohhh and one more tidbit of great news - my friend can't go to the Them Crooked Vultures concert because of school, but Pat can! His prof will let him take the test early! I was so elated to hear the news - it wouldn't have been the same without my concert buddy Pat there, especially since he's such a huge Dave Grohl fan. Now he just has to clear it with our parents...lol.
Well, I need to head to sleep. I had Dr Pepper today (shh don't tell my mom that I relapsed), so I expect to wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air again. I read more of my true crime novel again before sleep...usually that stuff doesn't affect me, but last night I kept on waking up. Hehe. Ok off I go, night y'all.
