As repetitive as it is, I really like that song. And it was playing on the radio on a really ironic day. But that’s not important.
So I hope that not speaking in two days is making you as crazy as it’s making me. I really do.
Anyways. I just finished watching Camp Rock (HAHAHAHA) With the Jonas Brothers, yes. JONAS BROTHERS. They are incredibly good looking, and as much as people are going to hate me for this, I actually like their music. Good beats, good lyrics, catchy tunes. I LIKE THEM.
Yes, that makes me a Jonas Lover. I don’t care.
You know, I hate how people get so stuck up about music. I have spent half my life pretending that I don’t like half of the music that I actually thoroughly enjoy. I mean, I’ve never lied that I like a certain band or something, but sometimes when I’m naming music I like, I leave things out. Like the Jonas Brothers. And Aly & AJ, who have really good lyrics. And Superchick, who, as lame as the name is, are actually very good. I’m sorry I missed them when they came to this town on tour. The town that I’m not telling you.
That’s not the point. The point is that I hate it when people judge me and my “coolness” because of my taste in music. I hate it when people measure my inherent worth as a person on my taste in music. As great as music is, that shouldn’t be what makes or breaks a friendship. Really. If you don’t like it that I enjoy the Jonas Brothers, then you can either deal with it or shut up.
