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glitteranddie:

Win? I think so.

-Your Least Favorite Song-

‘Baby’ by GUESSS WHOOOOO~.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I feel like throwing up or get a headache every time I hear it being played in a store. I don’t hate the guy (UNLESS HE REALLY DID COMPARE HIMSELF TO KURT COBAIN) but I reallyreallyreally hate that song. It’s so excruciatingly repetitive that it’s kinda…nauseating. ._. I won’t even link it to you. I don’t want it on my paaaageee~

A few precious months before JB was well known, Relient K released an awesome album called ‘Forget and not Slow Down’. A few songs have intros and outros. My then-favorite song ‘Savannah’ has both: ‘Oasis’ (which was kind of the outro for Sahara as well) and ‘Baby’. (It’s disturbing, BTW. It’s basically warbled and ugly and makes Savannah sad. ;_;) It pisses me off beyond belief that people might see this Baby on my iPod and assume that it’s the JB song. (Also: ‘Somebody to Love’. WHY’D HE HAVE TO NAME IT THAT? DX)

One of these days I’m going to make a custom album cover just for ‘Baby’ (Outro) that’ll say, “This isn’t the fucking JB song. No, really. Listen to it. YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT. You didn’t really think I’d have that on my iPod, did you?” >_>

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Nuffin Nuffin Nuffin
Nuffin nuffin nuffin
Rhymes with muffin
But nuffin nuffin nuffin
Rhymes with ‘orange’
Could it be
That a cup of tea
Is not as good with an orange
As a muffin?

I just proved to my technophobic mom that her PowerPoint hyperlinks were working while I had another tab open with Badly Drawn Porn . She probably saw it and didn’t say anything. How nice. :p

I’ll send this to Teen Ink when my current submission goes through. It’s taking forever. >.< This is the first draft. I’m definitely changing the ending.

It started when you told me

You have the right to control me

With a laugh and a smile and a twinkle in your eye

Your cheerfulness doesn’t mask the fact that it’s a lie

Such a pretty lie

Your thoughts are a comforting and frightening place

Where every question is answered with a gaping blank space

Where the truth is the truth because it just is

And every stab of pain is labeled a heavenly kiss

You say the world is evil then you say love is kind

You say sex is bad then you screw with my mind

You say to stand your ground then you delight in giving in

What’s the use of anything if even living is a sin?

You say we’re all His people then you say humans are a mess

You claim not to bear any grudges then you stinge on forgiveness

You say we all make mistakes, then expect us to feel shame

You say not to swear then you destroy in God’s name

You fervently cling at ancient history, yet when others do it’s strange

You say to be true to yourself then you say gays can change

Everyone else might burn in Hell, so you’re not at all warm

When you look me in the eye and say you’re glad I conform

But there’s nothing to praise; there’s nothing to exalt

If I think differently, then you think it’s my fault

Don’t praise me for my goodness or how my light shines

I’m only a typecasted actor reciting the lines

For some reason, a ton of people don’t know where Bintan is. They’ve all lived in Singapore at one point. I’m scared. 0_o

Justin Bieber. Compared. Himself. To.

Kurt Cobain.

I have nothing to say to this other than

YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. How dare you? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? I’m not usually that big of a hater of modern music. I don’t like it, but it’s not like I want to kill Taylor Swift.  The Jonas Brothers just bore me. Weirdly, Miley Cyrus has good taste. (SHE says Kurt is her ideal boyfriend. SHE says even SHE doesn’t listen to your fucking goddawful songs. You know what that’s the historical equivalent of? That’s like when Vietnam helped Cambodians escape their Communist regime after the Vietnam War. Yeah, that’s right, you bitch. Musically, you’re like a horrible government that tortures and kills its own people so much that even someone similar to you recognizes how fucking wrong it is.)

Hell, I’m not even a Nirvana fan, but unlike all the sheeple of my generation I know that he had more talent than you ever will.

You know what’s reallyreallyreally dumb? Today was the day I decided to stop giving you a hard time. I thought it wasn’t worth it anymore. But then I find out about this. Oh my God. OH. MY. GOD. That is…that’s just so wrong. Of all the people you could compare yourself to, you choose Kurt Cobain? Really? You’re “not understood”? WTF. How much do you expect people to understand~ you when all your songs are the same GODDAMN NONSENSICAL THING.

You’re not an artist. At best, you’re a singer. I don’t really care about whether or not you sing like a girl or whatever the usual hater criticism is. Just don’t fucking think that you’re some great musical genius just because you have women all over the world falling over you. Maybe you’ve worked hard to get where you are. Maybe you’re really serious about how this is “YOUR DREAAAAMMM~”. I’ve seen you in interviews. You don’t seem  humble. You’re don’t seem ‘sweet’. You come across as a prepubescent wannabe player. I don’t know you personally, but if you write-no, sing a song which chorus is entirely composed of the same word repeated three times in each line with ‘oh’ and ‘no’ added at the end to make it rhyme, and THEN have the nerve to compare yourself to Kurt Cobain, that’s when I completely lose all respect for you. You’re an asshole.

There’s a Queen movie coming up. IF YOU COMPARE YOURSELF TO FREDDIE, YOU WILL FUCKING DIE. [/necessary unnecessary Queen reference] And I and the billions of people with better taste in music won’t even need to kill you. I’m pretty sure that if that ever happened, God Himself would strike you down.

AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH RAGE. DX

One day you’re waxing lyrical about how lonely/depressed/hurt you are and writing sad lyrics into that white box underneath your profile picture (…someone please tell me what the heck that is), and the next you’re like “ZOMFG I’M IN LUFFFFFFFFFFVVVVV! CHARGERS. MICHAEL JACKSON. (and any associated acts.) I’M A FUNNEH GUYYYY.” Sometimes I wonder whether or not you wake up some days and think, “Hmmm…how can I get even more women to be hopelessly enamored with me?” and then remember you can do that by being all deeeeeppppp and SENSITIVE. The last post you made currently has eight likes. They were all from girls.

You’re a magnificent bastard and you know it.

UMNOM MOAR OXYGEEENNNN (FB AGAIN):

I AM TRYING TO GET OVER YOU. Stop pretending to be deep, because then I become Stone Cold Crazy and start thinking that It’s a Kind of Magic and that we share One Vision. You’re going to give me a Sheer Heart Attack. I’m sick and tired of my own Jealousy. We’re not a match Made in Heaven. You’re not the Love of My Life. I’m Going Slightly Mad from My Melancholy Blues, since everything futile because you’re Long Away anyway. AND FYI, YOU’RE A TERRIBLE DANCER.  (…I didn’t intend to make Queen song references throughout this post, but it just happened…) STOPPIT. IT’S ADORABLE. DAMN YOU.