Aerosmith makes me want to Clean the house. Wait what?

I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Ready? Come closer! Okay...here it comes;

Aerosmith is the best music to clean to. Disappointed, yeah I thought you would be.
Anyway. For once I decided to humor my mom, yesterday she kept dropping hints about cleaning. So today I was bored and decided, aw what the hey, why not vaccuum the house.
But me being well, me, it isn't quite that simple. I am incapable of doing any sort of house work without music. Okay it's not like I can't do it, I just choose not to.

You know in the movies where that Idiot is jumping around the house singing and dancing to music and you think; who actually does that? Well, I do. Almost every day. Why, because it's most awesome fun. Totally! And I've found that Aerosmith is the best music to clean to. I've tried cleaning with John Mayer serenading me, yes I love his music but it doesn't give me that kick.
You know; toes curling, blood pumping, heart beating faster and a ridicolously huge smile makes it onto your face. That kind of kick. It's impossible not to dance around the house when Steven Tyler starts wailing about Walking on Water, the first track on their BIG ONES album, which is; Legendary. 

I always listen to Aerosmith while I clean, it just gives me that energy I need to get the job done. And how can you not be filled with energy when Dude Looks Like a Lady or Deuces are Wild starts playing from the speakers? I know I can't. And I have a tendency to belt out the lyrics at the top of my voice, do ridicilous dances and have the volume on maximum level while listening to this particular album.
The only kink is that I have to "steal" my brothers CD-player to do this. My own is too big to move, I love the old thing to death and it's awesome but I wish I could move it around...So why not just use my mp3, you ask? It's just not the same thing. It doesn't feel right I guess. You can't headbang insanely with earplugs in your ears without the fear of them falling out, that or I might drop my mp3-player. So if you want any kind of music to clean to, put on Aerosmith. Because there's nothing like dusting off a table while Steven Tyler wails that he's crazy for someone and you can just let everything drop and sing along and let yourself get lost in the music.

So now almost everytime I listen to Aerosmith I get this urge to clean. Let's just not tell mum alright, or she'll start playing Aerosmith every time she wants me to clean, savvy?

And on that Bombshell...Peace Out!

He's Back!

Eddie my dearest Car is back! I'm so happy I could cry, sincerely.

And I'm kind of thinking of re-naming him...Nuwanda. I'm crazy, right?

Peace Out.

Dead Poets...

...Society is one of the greatest movies ever made. I hereby warn you for some up-coming gushing.

One. It made my cry like a baby. I had forgotten how sad it was. But it was simply brilliant. Poetry, great story great actors and characters.

Two. Yet another fictional character has stolen my heart. Sigh, yeah, here we go again. Charlie "Nuwanda" Dalton. Yeah, I fell for a dude who named himseld Nuwanda. Why? He's crazy, absolutley adorable, recites poetry, has the most wonderful eyes, plays the sax and his smirk makes my knees wobbly. So here's to my new Fictional crush. Nuwanda, I totally love you right now. Just look at him...sigh.

Buut...enough gushing.

Peace Out!

“Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling,
Gotta do more, gotta be more.
Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming,
Gotta be more, gotta do more.”

-Charlie Dalton-

Dear...

...Eddie. My dearest most awesom-est car. I miss you. I hope you'll get better soon.
xoxo, your most sad driver

Bad Little Blogger...

I've been such a bad little Blogger lately, haven't I? But to be honest I haven't had the time or want to write. Time because I've been so busey lately and want because I've had writers block ever since CH left us. I know that sounds pathetic but it took be by surprise and I've just been...blaah...lately. Crappy Stuff that is.

Anywho, not much to report. Haven't heard anything from Eddie. I miss him. It's strange how addicted I am to my car. Seriously I feel so lost without him. Ew.

Peace Out!

Death by Stereo.

I just opened my e-mail and guess what I found? The Lost Boys Group on Facebook had sent out a message.

Corey Haim was found dead this morning. He was only 38.

It's like Heath Ledger all over again. I can't believe it. I don't know what to say or feel. I'm actually crying. Damn.

RIP Corey, I'll sure as hell miss you man. And to quote Billy Joel; Only The Good Die Young.

Corey Haim December 23, 1971 – March 10, 2010

Karma?

Is there a thing like Karma? Well if there is, mine sucks.

This morning began like any other until I got in my car and started my journey to work. The sun was shining, the road glistering I was accelerating but slowed down when I saw two girls walking along the road. I pressed the break and KABAM, my car started to slide uncontrollably. It spun and all that went through my mind was; Please God don't let me hit those girls. And I don't even believe in God so that's saying something. I was in chock I guess because next think I know Eddie (my car) slammed into a railing and stopped. Somewhere in my mind I registered that the girls came running and opened my car door and asked if I was okay. I think I answered them. They asked if they should call someone but I distinktly remember telling them no and with shaky hands dialing my moms number. So after making my mom go into hysterics I called dad. He asked me where I was and I answered with multiple swearwords.
I'm okay. Eddie is not. He's going to have to visit the car doctor and I am now without a car. Damn it all to hell.
On the bright side, noone got hurt...well except Eddie. I now feel shocked, sad and eagerly waiting for some kind of news about my poor car. I miss him already.

Over and Out.

A Letter of Annoyance.

Dear Egoistical Narcissist,

There's a huge chance you don't know this, because I don't show it, but the truth is I pretty much hate your guts. Now I know hate is a very strong word and I strive not to use it too often. But, sadly, in your case I feel the word hate is not strong enough.
Now what has brought on this...loathing, you may ask? Well to be frank it has been growing under the surface for years. Getting bigger, louder and more hard to keep inside my chest every minute that goes by. This hate is a ticking bomb that is just waiting to blow. And I truly pity you the day it does blow, because believe me, it will. So that is why I am writing this letter here, as an outlet to my irritation so the D-Day will be porsponed yet another year, perhaps more?
Why do I feel like this, what on earth could make me dislike you so? Well dear Narcissist the fact is, a whole lot. You don't care about anyone but yourself, that much is obvious, hence why I chose to refer to you as a Narcissist (Wikipedia; The term narcissism refers to the personality trait of egotism, which includes the set of character traits concerned with self-image ego. The terms narcissism, narcissistic, and narcissist are often used as pejoratives, denoting vanity, conceit, egotism or simple selfishness.).
You have proven this by totally ignoring a person I care for very much for a long time now. The stress put on this person sadly effects its health, life, everything but you do not seem to care. The only thing that apparently matters is you. How can you treat another person so porly? Leaving them to fend for themselves while you just go on your pitiful ego trips. Acting like you know everyting and work so hard and yet you do nothing of importance. Your nonchalance has bugged me for years and I'm afraid that soon I will reach the breaking point. I do not know what will occur when this point is reached and quite frankly I am scared of what will happen. I am a calm person you see, but annoy me enough and there will be Hell to pay.
So Dear Narcissist, I hope that you will see to your bad ways and change, hopefully, for the better. I wish you could see the damage you're inflicting, I really do. I pity you for your confined views and thoughts.

Sincerely,
Me.