Proceed With Caution

I’ve been so yawny all day. And no, not in the ‘Greek musician everyone loves to hate but secretly still kinda likes anyway’ way.

You know you're in SoCal when...

A temperature of 48༠F and a drizzling rain translates to everyone wearing Alaska-style parkas and Ugg boots.

I'm confused

There’s condensation falling from the sky. Droplets of… water? Like the stuff from the ocean. Maybe this is what the Wikipedia refers to as “rain.”

A Day That Will Live in Infamy

gordonshumway:

December 7th.

Today will forever be known as the day I understood the Lady Gaga hype.

Holy shit.

Sorry, Cheap Trick…I swear I’ll be back.  Now get into my ears, Fame Monster.

That’s how she does it, piquing first your curiosity before captivating you completely.

My penchant for pop music has been decidedly the least gay thing about me; aside from the occasional dance floor, I didn’t give it much thought or attention. I had a brief fling with Gwen Stefani, but I’ve never been able to make it last because I really only like about one-third of her songs.

Then Lady Gaga came along. Her songs were catchy, but I wasn’t sure what to make of the whole “look at me I’m edgy, I’m wearing a mattress around town today” image. That is, until I met a random girl at a house party and we got into deep philosophical discussion about it all (the ‘deep’ part was probably just the mixed drinks talking) and I realized that her persona is an act, an extension of the performance she does onstage.

I love that she plays her music, writes her music and lyrics, and is so dramatic about it. She’s what pop has been desperate for, and I’m completely hooked.