...sometimes I like to sing!

Welcome to the music edition of my bloggy blog. I hope you enjoy the musical commentary that is about to take place right before your eyes. Keep in mind these are my opinions and probably don't represent more musically inclined people.

In the words of Buddy the Elf, "Oh, well, it's just like talking, except longer and louder, and you move your voice up and down." I like Buddy's definition of singing. It means that technically I CAN sing. Hear that, Sam? Sam is my sister who tells me on a regular basis that I should not count on a record deal coming anytime soon or really sing ever. Thanks for crushing all my hopes and dreams, seester.

Numero uno! Way to make a come back Jenny From The Block. I want to listen to your new single on repeat and dance forever. I also hope I look like you after I have kids. This shouldn't be too difficult since I look so much like you right now.

Take a quick break to listen and dance to this gem. And GO!


Numero dos! Mumford & Sons 'The Cave' is my favorite! I'm in love. With the song, the band and Marcus Mumford's incredible voice. I don't think the other beautiful men in the band are his actual sons but really that doesn't matter.

Numero tres! A couple years old but made oh so popular from the daddy daughter duo and in my personal life, my roommate's alarm clock, 'Home' by Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros.

 

 

 

 

Numero four! Last but not least my guilty pleasure from the Biebster 'Never Say Never.' Tell me, what can be more inspiring than a catchy song reminding you all of your hopes and dreams can come true. Nothing, I tell you. Don't be ashamed of your Beiber fever. Young and old alike are welcomed to love this little dude. 

Don't forget about the cute Smith who accompanies him in this masterpiece.

That's all for now folks. Mostly because it's almost time for me to leave work. There are obviously many more songs that keep me going during my nine hour shifts at work but this is all I can give you for now. Peace out music lovers.

...sometimes I like to sing!

...sometimes I wish...

...that I didn't have cankles.


Definition taken from urbandictionary.com: n. 1) An aesthetically unfortunate physiological condition which leaves its victims with no discernable narrowing of the ankle between the calf and the foot. 
2) An ankle which has no discernable narrowing from the calf to the foot. History: The word is derived a combination of the words calf and ankle. Victims of this condition are advised to avoid the following: ankle boots, ankle-strap shoes, anklets, ankle socks, ankle tattoos, high-top shoes, and any other footwear or legwear that might draw attention to the cankle region.


I am a victim of this unfortunately physical condition. Today was a surprisingly warm February day in MI. It made me think about all of the wonderful things that come along with warm weather; swimming, wearing short, running through fields of wildflowers. The usual summer activities. Then I proceeded to look into the full length mirror in my apartment and was brutally reminded of the formation of my legs. 

Why couldn't I just have Heather McDonald's (no relation- that I know of) skinny little nothing ankles. She complains about how gross they look. I would kill for those skinny little things. She clearly has no idea how lucky she is or how annoying it is to hear about the opposite of what I have. 


In other news I recently re-evaluated my current relationship with Rihanna. Turns out we are doing just fine. I like her new song S&M. It's catchy. I also love the little girl who sings Gaga's Born This Way. I don't even want to discuss Gaga (I'm very disappointed) at the moment but that girl is sweet and will probably be famous pretty soon and then fame will ruin her life because Gaga will be her mentor. At least Bieber's got Usher- Usher can dance. And he wears all of his clothes.


This blog post is probably getting too long and will start to bore you any time now so I will leave you with this one thought from a man I don't know and will probably never meet: "I never judge people on the way they look. I may cringe and look away, but that's more of a gut reaction than a judgment."

...sometimes I wish...