Important Priorities Are Respecting All Music Artists and Setting Life Goals

My life goals
~meet Chester Bennington
~meet Mike Shinoda
~meet anyone from Linkin Park
~become a russian male ballerina
~floss

Music artists today are more appauling, shocking and even just pitiful than any of the songs that they could ever cook up. You have everything from Lady Gaga, to Miley Cyrus, to Bon Jovi trying to recreate his late 80's-90's one album success. But as much as you may hate some artists, I think it is still important to respect them. Granted, I did lose a great amount of it for Miley. I guess she was mad that there wasn't anyone in the ice cream truck to sell her a popsicle or something so the only alternative was to pole dance her frustration away. Putting the raunchiness aside, you still have to respect even the most re-verbed, electrically enhanced, horrible artists. You'll never escape it, so just accept it.

Nothing Much To Say.

You tell me that it's evolution well you know, we all wanna change the world. Is that even the right sequence of words? WHATEVER. I'm in an extremely good mood today. YIPEE! I taught the children again today. They have absolutely no respect for me. WELL I'M GONNA GIVE THEM THE BEST FRIGGEN' BALLET CLASS EVER on Wednesday because it's my last day with them. I'm doin' Beatles the entire class. Hahah it's gonna be EPIC. :-P. My hair is red. AWESOME. I have nothing to say.
I am the egg man. WOO
They are the egg man. WOO
I am the walrus. COO COO CACHOO.
I saw these books at Barnes and Nobles yesterday. One was "Cobain Unseen" and the other was "Jacko". I wanted to buy them but I had spent all my money. DANG.

Kids Going To The Mayhem Fest '09 Where Global Warming Is NOT Real

Kids. God love 'em but sometimes you really just want to smack 'em. If you think I'm really cruel for saying that, I'm sorry but it's so true. The kids were good during the first ballet class on Monday. But today man, whoa babay, they were just unruley. You wish you could say
HEY! STAND UP. NO SITTING! YOU PAY ATTENTION OR YOUR GETTIN' KICKED OUTTA THIS JOINT, UNDERSTOOD?!?!?!?
But ya' can't really unless you own the place. Which I don't. So I'm stuck with
"Hun, please stand up. We don't sit in ballet. Don't hang on the barres. Hold your arms. Follow along and pay attention so you can do what we're doing." I think yelling would be much more effective but hey, I don't make the rules. Whatever.
I AM BRILLIANT. I've discovered a way that I might be able to go to Mayhem Fest. GO ME!
Babble babble... okay yeah, that's not an appropriate song. (For the record, that was "This Is The New S*** by Marilyn Manson). Global warming is stupid. It's not real. The earth is gonna blow up one way or another and it's not our fault. So rock on with your aresol spray cans, homee-gee.
If we were a cheese, you know we'd be feta. If it were Christmas, we'd be a pointseta, if we were a car, we'd probably be a Jetta, ones named Barats and the other's flute solo.
I really like that group, Tokio Hotel. Why I like all the trans-gender singers, no idea. Haha my buddy Marilyn, Jeffree Star, Chris Crocker, you got this guy named Bill from Tokio Hotel who looks like a girl. Sorry Bill. You know they took I Love Lucy off because they wanted more air time for The Waltons? Who the hell wants to watch a bunch of farm people scoop poop around and feed pigs all day or whatever they do. POINT IS that Lucielle Ball could kick all the Walton's asses. PWNED!