Music Monday: "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid"

     Aaaaaand I failed to post Friday. Cool. I'm so awesome. I wonder what David Hasselhoff thinks of that.

I've been waiting to use this...

     That's okay. We'll just let bygones be bygones, right? So, music. The other day, I found a pretty awesome video. Well, a friend found it, and shared it with me. Just so you have some context, this friend is a major brony. If you know anything about MLP: FIM, you'll know that Rainbow Dash is the best. She's such a hardass. (I'm not a brony. I'm a girl, after all. It's okay for me to have these opinions.) That said, I present to you this amazing video:

     Since I watched this video, I've been playing that song on Grooveshark nonstop. I actually prefer a different version than what's in the MLP video, which you can find here. I'd post that video here, too, but Rainbow Dash told me not to.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Matthew Underwood

     Does anyone recognize this name? Anyone remember him? No, you probably don't. I'd forgotten about him until today, because he doesn't do anything anymore. He barely did anything to start with. He's so out of the game that he lives in Cleveland, Ohio.

     However, he was once semi-famous amongst tween girls, and he's cute, so he's fair game here. His claim to "fame" is the role of douchebag Logan Reese, from Zoey 101. I was 12 when the show started, so it was targeted at girls just like me. Yay, I feel so special! Right, there's a guy being talked about here. Uh...here ya go.

I suddenly feel rather...predictable.

That's the type of belly I want to rub.  >_>

     Really, pictures don't capture his whole onscreen persona. You've got to see him in action. Unfortunately, tween girls really suck at uploading quality videos to YouTube, so there's not really anything to see. If you happen to be watching Nick in the middle of the day, you might get lucky and catch a Zoey 101 marathon, like my siblings and I did today. Otherwise...just trust me on this one, okay?

Music Monday: "Mal'chik Gey"

     t.A.T.u. was a Russian duo. Luckily for me, a lot of their music is available in English (Russian isn't very high on my list of languages to learn). I feel the need to explain the name, since it kinda looks like I can't type very well. The random case changes are correct; apparently there was another Russian band called Tatu, so instead of getting a more original name they decided to go mental with what they already had.

     Another interesting tidbit about this duo: they act(ed) like lesbians. There are album covers that feature these women kissing. The guy who started the project essentially wanted big scandals, so he made it seem like the girls were together. Neither was a lesbian. Interesting? Yes, it is.

     Anywho, I originally heard this song in English. My roommate/bestie has the tendency to find strange music, get hooked on it, and blast it constantly. Soon I was hooked, too. This English version is what I have on my iPod, since it's easier to sing along to.

     After watching that, you'll get the general idea of the song, which is helpful when you're trying to decipher the original version. I found a more literal translation, but it's a bit jumbled. Now, I know absolutely zero Russian (unless "vodka" counts), so I only have translations for reference. I've seen native Russian speakers online who say that the English version doesn't do justice to the actual meaning of the song. Is that true? I really have no way of knowing. I do know, though, that I enjoy the "real" song better.

     Oh, and you may want to ignore the words on this next video. They can be difficult to read anyway, because they're in white font over that pale chick. It's an attempt to translate, but since those words aren't what you're hearing, it can really confuse you. Or maybe that's just me. Besides, who wants to see "Gay boy, boy, boy, boy, gay boy" while rocking out?

     Also, check out this other song by the same duo. This post is supposed to focus on just one song, so I'll control myself and refrain from posting the video. You only get the link. But really, go listen.

Holy Poop, Batman!

     I realize that it's been a long time since I've posted anything. Well, almost two weeks, which seems like a long time. In the blogosphere (I promised myself I'd never use that term...) it's an eternity. Let's just leave it at this: I have not been giving my blog the attention it needs.

     I have excuses. Really, I do. I've been traveling. True, that didn't stop me during the cruise, because I used the nifty scheduled posting feature. But then there was Christmas, and then my entire extended family was visiting. Then I went to visit my dad...so, you see, there was no time to post anything, scheduled or not.

     The final decision here is to pretend that the last two-ish weeks never happened, and that I never missed posting. This will let me stay sane. Over the next week, I'll hopefully catch you all (meaning, the ghosts that I'm blogging for; I highly doubt I have any regular readers) up on my travels and whatnot. And of course I'll get back to the theme days. Just...give me a break, 'kay? Thanks.

Music Monday: "Forever Yours"

     Okay, so this guy, Alex Day, is epic. He just is. His YouTube videos are both heartwarming and hilarious (but can be a bit adult), and his songs are so frickin catchy. Also, I love his clothes. This particular song is bittersweet; the guy's essentially been friend-zoned, but he's kind of okay with it.

Come on, darlin', have some indecency

You know there's nothing you could say that would embarrass me.

I heard a song tell me that talk is cheap,

But it's all you do with me,

And I am finally accepting that.

     That right there is my favorite part. It actually reminds me of a rather recent conversation I had with a certain someone. Of course, that means that I inevitably think of him when I hear this song. And I've heard this song a lot lately, because it's an earworm. This song also sold more songs in the UK than Coldplay over Christmas week. Just a fun little fact.

     So, in this video, Charlie (Alex's friend/roomie) raises Alex from the dead, and...he becomes a superhero? Just don't look at it. Sit back, close your eyes, and listen. After you've absorbed the song, then you can watch the video.

Fix It Friday: Fellow Airline Passengers

     Sure enough, I found something worth fixing during my vacation. On the first day, too! We had to fly down to Florida, so obviously we needed to board a plane at the airport. There are seven of us (mom, stepdad, me, 13-year-old brother, 10-year-old brother, 7-year-old sister, and 4-year-old sister) so going anywhere tends to be...well, a hassle. Because I'm the oldest kid, I've always been called upon to help with the planning and carrying out of trips like this. This means that I get to share in the stress! Aren't my parents nice?

     So imagine us with 8 carry-on bags, herding 4 kids through security and to the gate. It's a rather tiny airport, but that doesn't make things much less insane. I mean, come on, it's my family. We got through the first flight with no major issues, then had to make a mad dash across Charlotte Douglas International. Man, I love that airport. There's a store there that sells chocolate-covered potato chips. How awesome is that? Uh, anyway, we got to our gate on time and even had time to scarf down some food (which, unfortunately, did not include chocolate-covered potato chips).

There was even time for a Flat Stanley picture!

     Thus far, it'd been smooth sailing. Well, flying, because we weren't on the ship yet. You know what I mean. When our boarding zone (zone 2) was called, we gathered up our bags and kids and started the line at the gate. Yes, I'm so competitive that I make sure we're first in our zone to board. That's just how I roll. Before we could give our tickets to the chick at the desk, though, some wannabe socialite popped in with a yappy purse-sized dog and a moronic-looking skater teen guy. (I hope he was her son.)

     "Sorry, we're first class." Yeah, well, your boarding time was quite some time ago, lady. Back of the line. My mom, being as awesome as she is, told the lady that she was really late, and that Mom was sure the 4-year-old wouldn't mind waiting even longer because of the damn dog. I, uh, take after my mother...a lot.

     "Well, yeah, but [the dog] had to go outside." This is when I piped in with the ever-so-clever "So?" I was rewarded with a pretentious glance -- yeah, you're so much better than me because your dog shits. I bet you didn't bag it up, either.

     People like this lady would, in my perfect world, be bumped off the flight altogether. If you don't make it to your boarding time, your seat is given to a standby passenger and you have to pay for another flight. No vouchers, no sympathy. They announce it overhead, and it's your job to make sure your mutt is ready to go.

     Karma did kick in a little bit here. The lady and her son did lose their first-class seats, because they had been given away as upgrades. Unfortunately (for them) this pushed them back to coach, right in front of me. Of course, because I'm mature, I handled the situation with grace. I dug my knees into the guy's seat, and my mom and I openly discussed how rude they had been.

Wow-You're-Hot Wednesday: Sam Worthington

     Again, this week's hot dude post is a shallow one. Again, I only know about this guy because of one movie. Of course, he was living in his car before getting the role, so...yeah. Also, he grew up in Australia, which means he has a super-hot accent (I'm hoping, since I haven't heard him talk outside of the movie).

     Only four pictures this week. Remember, I'm pre-writing this stuff and scheduling it to be posted later. I'm neglecting my packing to write this, so I really have less time than I'm taking in which to do this. Hooray for procrastination!