They are the only ones. You don’t have various versions of Adeles running around.
Psy is still the only K pop star at his level of fame in the US (that is not to say there are not some notable acts in K Pop in the US…but none of them are really charting the Hot 100 are they?)
One stroke of luck (not the artist but what they symbolize) does not mean change.
Of course change doesn’t happen overnight.
I am fun, funny, awesome, cool to be around, semi-friendly when the time is convenient…but I am not exciting.
I honestly do not care to lead an exciting life.
Like when I look at my dreams, there is nothing big happening.
I hate going to the clubs, and being social to me involves food in some way.
I would like to travel, but I am not itching for some cultural revelation or whatever (I am just tossing words out right now).
I am friends with exciting people, and I think that is how I get some levels of that, but me personally, I am cool with just chilling and thinking about nothing.
This sounds like some Rihanna throw away track tbh. This literally sounds like something Rihanna would have done, and if Rihanna had put it on her album (maybe LOUD) it would have been a single for the summer and all that.
Sadly Rihanna didn’t, and Selena Gomez got it.
I like Selena Gomez, and I am not going to say that she shouldn’t sing, but I am going to say that she is pretty.
You can hear the auto-tune. Now I am not one to just throw that word around, because many singers use pitch correcting software to help out and smooth out problems. But sometimes it can be too obvious.
The lyrics don’t sound bad, but I can’t get past Selena tbh. If Selena was a better singer maybe this wouldn’t be a problem. Hell not even a better singer, but if she had something unique to her voice (like Rihanna’s unique accent *it’s only unique in pop music*) then she could have pulled this off…
I can’t remember the brand. I don’t want to say Patron…
But it was like drinking blood and copper (I know blood has a coppery taste, but this shit was on some other level).
The worst part it was a shot, and I didn’t have a chaser, so I almost died in front of my friend.
I have said this before, despite calling on God to come deal with you heathens, I am not religious by any means. I have always had a problem with the church (personal shit) and when I realized I was gay, and just how that is a no no in God’s eye (as some say, other’s believe, he or she doesn’t care), I knew I was not going to win. It was like I lost the race before I even was able to start. No matter how good of a person I was, or how many times I went to church, I lost because I could never find a woman attractive enough to love her the way we are “supposed” to. So I said fuck it.
And there was always one thing that got me that I don’t talk abut much. It became more noticeable with the Jehovah’s witnesses…my relationship with God (I never said I didn’t believe…I am in the middle with that) is mine, but everyone has a say in it.
There is another thing but I refuse to talk about that, because that is just really a messy area.
First off I turned into a girl.
I was pretty.
I don’t know why, well the pretty thing I can imagine (tosses hair). Anyway, I was a girl, and I was just going on with my life and reading. Like just sitting at a table reading. I think I was at school. I can’t remember the first part of the dream as clearly as the last part. I don’t even think there is a first part.
I was just sitting there. Next thing there are some other girls coming into the place…I’m pretty sure it was a cafeteria. Like an abandoned one. Anyway the girls come over to me, and one of them is my friend, but she doesn’t speak a lick of English, yet we are able to communicate and talk to each other as if we spoke the same language (I spoke English and I am pretty sure she was speaking Korean…I don’t know…I have been listening to K Pop a lot as of late). Anyway we were talking and I get a text from school.
I don’t remember what it says, but I know it was something that had me upset. Then my friend reminds me that we have to babysit these two kids. Both Korean. In the abandoned cafeteria. So we do. They make a bit of a mesws, but we were like it’s okay we got time to clean it up. But we didn’t.
Then a bunch of R&B stars started to come down and have a dinner together. I think the person called it praise. My friend was not confused, but she tried to clean up quickly, as did I.
I remember being so embarrassed because of the mess I didn’t make…but I cleaned up as quickly as I can. They brought meals and I was in such a hurry I would keep picking up meals only to realize that they were the stars. Finally at the last one I pick up Maxwell’s and when I put it down, he just looks at me and then goes: oh I’m sorry.
I’m looking down like what? He gets up gets some sort of cloth (I’m assuming a napkin), and then I think signed it…
And gave it to me. Like he treated me like some common fan. I don’t know why but that made me feel bad. But I didn’t know him in the dream like that…so…
Still we got the mess cleaned up, except our stuff, and music was playing. We both tried to turn it off (unplugged the boombox, press eject, turn off the power) but it didn’t work. I was freaking out because we were interrupting the R&B stars praise…
So my friend is like we’ll come back for it let’s go. I didn’t want to leave because there was still our mess. But she dragged me out, next thing you know I am breaking down on the ground, crying, while my friend is holding me.
I was just crying and saying: I was almost there. Almost made it.
I legit confused about this dream. Some parts are iffy because I was starting to forget the dream while I was writing it.
Summary: Bonnie hated surprises. It was just who she was, and made even worse when she became a witch. Unfortunately Scott did not seem to understand that. So on her birthday he decides to do the one thing that Bonnie hates the most. ScottxBonnie one-shot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries)…I wish. Would be making some type of bank.
If there was one thing Bonnie hated more than anything, it was surprises. Considering her status as a witch, and her taking on the responsibilities of super witch back in Mystic Falls, her life had turned into nothing but continuous surprises. Even before that, Bonnie had never been big on them. Sure she loved throwing surprise parties, giving surprises, and even spooking her friends, but she that was when she was on the giving end. It was a completely different story when she was on the receiving end.
That day was full of them. The first thing was her dad not being able to come home on time due to the weather. He was at a conference in New York, and of course it snowed. He was even hesitant to go, but Bonnie insisted he go. For his job. He would have been home on her birthday, but of course Mother Nature had other plans. For her to be a servant of nature she did not benefit much from it. Then while she was getting ready to send her presents for her friends back in Mystic Falls, because she had put shipping them off for far too long, she found out that she had forgotten Caroline. Well Bonnie had to get up get dressed, and quickly get to the store to find something for her friend. It was too late however. No one had anything. Bonnie then decided to just order something online for Caroline and have it shipped to her. On the way home she had found that her usual way of driving back home was being blocked due to construction, which was conveniently popped up on her way home. So she had to take the long way home. But on the way there she found that she was almost running out of gas. So she had to stop at the gas station closest to her home, which was really expensive.
“Joy to the World…”
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I hate when people say that.
Especially celebs. I understand that they are saying they are not some fake product of Hollywood or whatever the case may be, but still they fit that other mold that is just as densely occupied as the others.
In real life I think what is the most bothersome thing, well not really the most…anyway is when we strive to be an individual…instead of just being the individual we were “meant” to be.
I think we while we say we value the experiences (sometimes not…) that create us, it is like we want to define ourselves as something…and then hopefully it will be against the grain, because we are a culture that talks about praising originality now and all that (that’s another night time text post).
But it’s like we pick and choose the shit that we want to make us us. Like I said we want to be an invidual because that is praised. TV shows love showing us offbeat characters from the norms they create. That shit is ingrained in us.
But life does not work like a scripted television show.
I don’t even know where this is going anymore… I am just bored and full of random ass thoughts…
Anyway stop striving to be an individual, and just be the individual that is you…