This Blog Sucks

Alright I'm sure you've all realized I haven't written anything since I said I'd start blogging again. My highly touted project "Memoirs of 2007" will just have to wait as I can't remember anything eventful or worth noting. I will say this though... after one semester of college at BC, I've definitely gotten dumber... not to mention fatter. Also, I've literally become a vampire during this break seeing as how I've gone long stretches without seeing actual sunlight. Come on, look at the time stamp on this thing... its 7 am. After lying around reading Goosebumps and listening to Boston's "More Than a Feeling" 5 or 6 times, I came to realize something that is worth noting from 2007.

I hate Sean Kingston.

When "Beautiful Girls" came out, I did not expect this song to stick. To my horror, it just kept playing over and over again on the radio. The only thing worse than hearing it on the radio is hearing it on the radio... with people singing along (say in a car or at a friend's house). It seems that everyone, present author excluded, just loves chanting "suicidal" repeatedly like a bunch of zombies. Not cool guys. Not cool at all.

But Alfred! It's so catchy!

Catchy you say? Ah, the only kind of person that would say this is someone who doesn't realize music existed before 1999. Ever heard of a song called... "Stand By Me"? Hmm... it does indeed sound strangely similar. It seems like our fellow Mr. Kingston bastardized a classic hit just like how Vanilla Ice ripped off Queen's "Under Pressure".

Girls got you down? I can't believe you want to kill yourself already. Well sir, it does look like you got eating away the depression covered.



THE TRUTH

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I would like to add that Anna Wong can't tell that Sean Kingston used "Stand By Me" for his song. Then again, she can't tell that Nickelback songs all sound the same. I truly believe there is no hope and her inability to sort out good music from absolute garbage is a testament to the degradation of post-modern culture. Society's good days are certainly behind us and there's nothing we can do but watch in horror as civilization spirals down towards oblivion. Soon, nothing will separate us from our ancestors that lived in caves who were afraid of the sun and never showered. Oh, the only difference is that they'll all be listening to Nickelback and T-Pain.