Part 2 of 2 of Part 1 or a 2 Part Series

So, part two of two of part one of a two part series in which I take a look at my top played songs, write a mini review for them, and prove that I have good tastes in music (hopefully). Anyway, away we go on this Magical Mystery Tour (woah, history!!!).

In My Life - The Beatles
Notice how "Beatles" is spelled with "Beat"? They did that to relate to the beat of the music. Pretty crazy, right? Moving on, I can't really pick a "favorite" Beatles song, per se, because I like a lot of them very much. This song is the most played of my Beatles songs, though, and I really like it's melody. It's depressing and happy, but both emotions are "happenin'" (jive talk) at the same time.

Jumper - Third Eye Blind
Overall, it's a pretty depressing song. I heard it on a radio station, couldn't figure out what song it was (the so-called station didn't even mention the name), went crazy for a few weeks, and tried to commit suicide like the Jumper in the song. Well, maybe not the suicide part. I was overjoyed when I found out the song and bought it, though. Also, I freaking freaked out when I watched the movie "Yes Man" and this was in their. It's a small world, huh?

New Moon Rising - Wolfmother
My dad asked, "What are you listening to?" when he heard this on playing on my ITunes. That's possibly because the song, New Moon Rising, and the band, Wolfmother, are both pretty awesome omages to classic rock/punk/whatever. They just sound classic. When I told my dad what Wolfmother was, and said, as sweetly as I could muster, "I bought it because I love all of you favorite songs so much, and this just reminds me of them," he was SO HAPPY (omg). Brown-nosing, you say? Be that as it may, he drove me to the game store to buy a new video game. Ha!

A Hard Day's Night - The Beatles
Another Beatles song!?! Is that even possible? I told you it's hard to pick favorites, didn't I? This song was part of the Beatles' album that accompanied the movie "A Hard Day's Night." (The link I posted redirects to a clip from it). The movie, while weird, is pretty awesome, and you may consider watching it, if you enjoy long black and whites with some crazy-insane-weirdo humorous bits interwoven into the whole shabang. Anyway, great song, great opening chord, great cowbell.

All the Small Things - blink 182
I did mention, in a previous post that I have to play this song on the drums. Although I think that I've pretty much got it down, I still like to listen to this. Plus, it's gotten like a bazill-i-on plays, just off the fact that I listen to it while I practice. And I believe in the principle that "practice makes perfect." Also, it was hard to learn.

Well, all rightie then. Part two of two of part one of a two part series is complete. Those are my "Top Ten" songs. Next week, we check in on my five (or is she nine) year old sister's songs. _________ help me. Oh, before I forget, let me mention some runners up: Asia, Fountains of Wayne (Stacey's Mom--Hey, I put no link to this because, frankly, the video is....just don't watch it. It has all sorts of innuendo, fantasy, and other "wacky" stuff involving Stacey's mom. The song's catchy though.), and yet again: Wolfmother (yep, they're that awesome). Ok, that's all folks, have fun reading this, and please, please don't read any comments on the videos (unless, you know, you want to). Peepes in the crib say HAY...hay

Part 1 of 2 of Part 1 of a 2 Part Series of Blogs (think about it, makes sense)

So, today, I'm beginning part one of two of part 1 of....just read the title. Anyway, this series of posts is about my top ten most played songs on Itunes vs. my five (wait, she's like nine now, huh) year old sister's songs. Part 1 will conscist of 5 out of 10 of my top ten songs. Then, I'll have another part 1, whcih is my sister's first 5, then part 2 (second 5). That should, hopefully, be enough of a difference between the two to prove that I'm not a five (nine) year old girl, and end this battle that I am currently raging against depression and self doubt, mainly because I'm too scared to listen to gangster rap songs, which obviously means that I'm not a man. So, with the first five of my songs, here we go dot dot dot....

Surrender-Cheap Trick
Cheap Trick is a pretty awesome band. I mean, if you follow this link, you'll see that their singer and bassist both have pretty awesome 70s rocker hair, the drummer has an awesome pervy moustache and glasses, an the guitar player has a pretty great Mr. Rogers sweater (brain fart, but I forgot it's exact name) and upturned hat.

Lump-Presidents of the United States of America (whew)
Besides their over-long name, ironically crappy drumset, speededed-up swamp playing, and strange lyrics, this song is catchy, and fun to play on Rockband. Rock on!

I'll Make a Man Out of You-Mulan (The Movie)
This one's kind of embarassing, but oh well. Who in their right mind doesn't love this song. It's so cheesily awesome and uplifting, with so many nature-based similies that it hurts. Remember, if you train hard and grow gigantic muscles, you can become a true man. Unless you're a girl, then you need to be clever. And have a dragon-spirit sidekick thing, which talks jive for some reason.

Everybody Knows-Kids of 88
I heard this song on a podcast (those are fun, too) and bought it a few weeks later (I didn't have an ITunes card for a while, OK). I like the beat, even though it's fairly simple, it's still pretty great. The singer's (I don't even know who the heck he/she/it is) voice is pretty good.

Dance Yrself Clean-LCD Soundsystem
Boy, do I know a lot about LCD-I mean soundsystems-I mean, I'm pretty sure that this is just one guy, some LCD, and a soundsystem, but it's great. The song doesn't really kick in until about three minutes in, but boy, does it. LCD FTW.

Anyway, that concludes part 1 of 2 of part 1 of 2 of a series that I am doing, which basically consists of me seaching up some songs on Youtube, copying the links, and summarizing some of the comments. Unless, of course, you, the reader, are in fact Mr. Thompson. Then, you should know that I but plenty of thought and....stuff into this. I really do. I'm laying my soul on the line here. Anyway, peeps in the crib say HAY...hay

Ooops

So, someone (me, I was the one who pointed it out to myself) pointed out to me that my post that went up on 11/13/11 about surprises, and containing a video that featured, among other things, chicken that may or may not have sworn. While rewatching this video one day, I realized that although I couln't understand exactly what the chicken was saying, it sort of sounded like a certain swear word (some may consider it the "worst" swear word), and so, I took down that post. Don't worry, Mr. T or whomever is grading this for 500 words (if anyone, in fact is), I guarentee that it had 500 words, and met the weekly quota. This brings me to a new topic, sort of, (wow, I'm great a segues, huh?) swearing. As I wander down the halls of our fine school, I oft (nifty word, huh?) wonder thus (nift word, huh?): why all the %$#*ing swearing? (See, it's ironic because I swore in my statement of "why all the swearing?") Why do people like to swear? What is its point? Does it have a point? What makes this an even weirder point of view that I have is the fact that I'm not LDS. Get ready for stereotyping, but it seems to me that everbody at school is either LDS or "those people who swear." Is there anyone else who blurs the line? I just have to wonder, because it bothers me that there seems to be these two very distinct groups. It's okay, people have the right of free speach and stuff, but why is it so polarizing in our school. Yin and Yang, White and Black (wait, is that racist?). And the thing is, I really admire Mormons and Mormanism. It stresses the importance of family, and good moral values, and stuff. That's kind of all I know about it, but still, pretty cool. Anyway, I think that I've hit 500 words this week, maybe even more, so...Peeps in the crib say HAY...hay

Table

So today I was playing a game of high-stakes strip poker with myself, and after everyone left, I had to clean up the poker table. It was the hardest thing that I have every done in my entire life. Only one of the table legs would fold in, and even with my He Man (yep, that is just what I look like) strength, I couldn't get the other three to cooperate. This table probably took up a full ten minutes of my life before I set it on fire in my backyard with finality and decisiveness. So, anyway, here is a great picture of the table--and me....

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OK, so I can't figure out how to load this freaking picture. Oh well, I suppose you guys don't want/have to see a defective table, or me after a high-stakes game of strip poker. Peeps in the crib say HAY....hay

Hard Stuff+My Grandpa's Carz

So, as all of you know, I'm taking lessons for drums, otherwise known as drum lessons. Wait, you actually don't know that, but that's OK, because all that you need to know is that I'm taking lessons for drums, OKADL (figure out the acronym, it's not to difficult) and I'm supposed to play this...

Obviously, neither my drumset or my skills are as great as this guy's, nor am I  as high on meth as he is, but I still have to play this monster.

On to the second thing, my grandpa's cars. I guess you could say that my grandpa (the same one who taught me the mystic arts of Frisbee, all of which I've pretty much forgot) collects cars because he has this...

and this....

and these all in his garage, and that's just like a fifth of his whole collection.

So, hopefully, I can kill him (not, that would be morally immoral) to get all of these. Or just try to buy something along these lines with my meager $1500 in savings. Peeps in the crib say HAY....hay.

You might think that I'm just a regular kid doing a blog for English class, but no

OG Chuck Testa Commercial

Chuck Testa Songify Remix

Remixed Remix (carefull, there's a picture of a swear word around 1:00 minute. Black out you screen people!!!)

Runneeng with an EE

Pretty crazy, huh?

So, anyway, in this post I'd like to talk about running/jogging/streaking etc... well, all except the streaking (you'll have to wait until next week for that). So, most every night, I go jogging with my dog, JoJo (remember?). I run around 2 miles, usually, through my neighborhood. I'd like to talk about my experiences and maybe get someone interested in starting to run/jog/streak. It's a great excercise, especially if you're fat...I mean, you're not fat, you've just got big bones, you know? So, yeah, you're not fat at all, 350 lbs of pure muscly fat. OK, just kidding, neither of the two of you are fat, it's you guys' moms who really are. You should get them started on it. Also, tell them to lay off on the meth. It makes their breath reek.

Something anybody who is intent on running with their dog needs to remember is this: make sure that it can run. Don't run around with your miniature Chihuahua or whatever lap dog you happen to have. You'll strangle it with its collar when it falls behind, and eventually Fluffles will be dead. Trust me, I know from experience-I mean..... Anyway, also, bring along a poo bag.

a poop bag(s)

Unless you are a real jerky pants, you don't really like to leave your neighbors a nice hot dog turd to find the next morning.So, get some poop bags. Go to, you guessed it, http://dogpoopbags.com/ for more information about dog poop bags.

With the weather getting cooler, many people stop their running routine because they get to cold. I have a solution: wear only a pair of whitey tighties and your running shoes. You'll get so cold, you won't even be able to feel the cold (or the hypothermia). Or, I guess you could be a big spender you could buy high-tech running gear that keeps you warm. I guess it's your choice: you could choose the no cost option, but with the possible side effects of death or incarceration, or, there's the $30-$40 dollar advanced gear. Choose whichever you want, I guess. Plus, if you're running so slow that you can't stay warm in your whitey tighties, than speed it up, Jack.

So, in conclusion, I think that everyone and their mothers (especially their mothers) should try running somewhere at some point in their lives. It gets you there much slower than if you drive, and you're all sweaty! Isn't that great? OK, so maybe it isn't so great after all. In fact, I think that I'll never run anywhere ever again. I probably should just stay home on the couch, wasting away into fat oblivion. Yeah, that's what I'll do. It sure is a good thing I thought to write this, else I'd never have thought to become a complete slob and never leave my basement! Lucky me!!

P.S. Never run in the woods. There are numerous dangers such as: bears, snakes, pervs, alligator, bats, squirrels, your own mind, and pools of ice cold water meticulously set up by a Norwegian TV station designed solely to make you look like an idiot on TV.