Irreplacable- Beyonce


Reminds me my all-girls middle-school's hallways. The staff, in an effort to streamline us to the left of the hallway like Australian traffic, would replay the lyrics "to the left, to the left" on the loudspeaker whenever it was lesson changeover. This madness lasted for no longer than a semester and really made me want to strangle an oncoming vehicle. Hmm... why does this only seem really funny now?

fig.1 Date With The Distinguished, Year 7. From left to right: Leonardo da-freakin-Vinci (me), Princess Diana (Nina) and Courtney Love (woman with plastic bag).

Lose Yourself- Eminem


Funnily enough, I am instantly reminded of my darling Nina when I hear this song. Throughout the years, Nina and I have become so divulged in something, particularly stereotypes we observe in society/day-time tv, that we basically method act as characters based around these obsessions as a means of exercising identity demons and taking the piss out of everything. One of our biggest obsessions were with rappers and bogans in year nine. At lunch we'd drop some mad beatz at the back of the oval, exchange our th's for ffff's (thongs becomes fffongs), discuss dying our hair with horrendous blonde streaks like bogans do and on weekends we'd wear baggy Dada hoodies with the utmost irony and bliss out to our jam. Seriously, pretending and being brutally un-PC with Nina has produced some of the greatest times of my life.

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How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?- Al Green




...btw, thanks for all your comments on my last post my strong, independent sisters!

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this song makes me so happy i could die:

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...speaking of death (smooth segue eh?), according to Harold Camping and his relgious gang, May 21st will be the rapture. Cool. So, is there any way I can cash in on the numerous apocalypses I've survived?

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Instead of applying the previous 'mother' analogy, I will ask you whether you would slip some cow tongue into the chocolate cake batter of the fugliest (inside and out) person you know. Of course, like me, you will say yes, yes you would. So let's raise some beef flavoured cake and dance ironically in honour of the fugliest tune I know:

Hey Soul Sister- Train

...I believe in you, like a virgin you're Madonna
And I'm also gonna wanna blow your mind...

...So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of...

JESUS CHRIST I DON'T KNOW WHICH BIT I SHOULD BE CRINGING AT MORE

This may very well be a creepbook- I mean, facebook- thing but opinions on music and posting shit about it is a free for all on the internet anyway, is it not? So my favourite song...would you ask a mother whom her favourite child is?! Sorry guys, this is a near impossible task (jeez, off to a good start) so I think I will just cheat and give you the name of just one of my, perhaps 10, beautiful audible children, because as the meatheads in my research project class would say, Ima slyyy dawg.

Do You Believe in Magic- The Lovin Spoonful