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Bop Bop Sha Do Be Do My mother found my sister's Britney Spears CD in my room the other day. You'd have thought it was pot. "Haley! What's this doing in here?!" Hee. It was only for Josh's dance, I swear. And I like "Toxic." Shoot me. "With the taaaste of your lips, I'm on a ride, you're toxic, I'm slipping under..."Ahem. You don't HAVE to shoot me, because right now I'm on a Phantom Planet binge. An old demo of "Do the Panic" with "bop bop bop bop bop sha do be do"s and Jason singing the second verse, very Fred Schneider-esque. "Come on come on! It's time to loooose control! Come on come on! Turn on the raaadiooo! Come on come on! We're gonna feeeel alriiight! Come on come on, let's do the paaanic tonight!" PP bustin' it out old-school style, yo. Ack, sorry. That's reason enough for you to want to shoot me again. SO. Enough talk about what song I have stuck in my head, eh? Let's talk about matters of more importance, such as the rumor that PHANTOM PLANET IS NOT TOURING WITH ROONEY. This calls for more "Do the Panic," extra loud. Somebody somewhere loves me. Did I mention, by the way, that Sagen and I are founders of the local branch of the I Hate Rooney club? I hate their hair, I hate their pretentious rich rocker boy attitudes, I hate their horrible lyrics, I hate that catchy-as-all-hell and doubtlessly pure evil song that attempts to make waking up "sh-sh-shaking" in a pool of your own spit and sweat sound poetic, I fucking hate Rooney. Yes. It bears repeating: Somebody somewhere loves me. This whole entry is completely uninteresting and its only purpose has been served for now, which is to keep me from exploding until I can tell Sagen. So as long as we're going with the "uninteresting" theme, I'm going to the food bank tomorrow. I like the food bank. I like the fun box tapers and the weird-ass food that gets donated and finding the items that no one should ever be subjected to, not even hungry people. I like the assembly line, physical labor-ish kind of atmosphere, which is strange. But it's fun. Yay for volunteering. I might just go hug a tree, I'm so happy about the not-Rooney-ness. Come on come on! It's time to loooose CONTROL! 2004-01-30 @ 9:55 p.m. |