your runaway smile in my piggybank, baby.

Pop punk songs are way too catchy, point blank. Listening to Boys Like Girls makes me feel like a 12-year-old again. It's probably not a good thing when I'm able to predict the rhymes of a song I've never heard. But, nonetheless, I'm rotating this utterly predictable, cookie-cutter band like no other right now. I should probably update you on my long search on a decent hip-hop song. I'm into "Fire" by 50 Cent featuring Nicole Scherzinger and Young Buck right now...most likely going to be played at the next dance party, which better be next month or I'll be incredibly pissed. The new Flo-rida song, "Radio," is decent but definitely not as infectious as "Low." The lyrics are just as horrible though-"Come on play my radio, listen to my radio, turn it up it gets to low, bitch I'm from the ghetto." Jesus...can't anyone be creative?! At least Justin Timberlake's lyrics are decent...somewhat.
On another note, I'm finally getting my camera! This Olympus XA that I've been craving for since last year is finally coming to me. However, apparently the description for the camera said "it was in good condition 12 years ago." Probably not too good of a sign...oh well. I'm just hoping for the best; plus, the camera comes with the A11 flash and a nice case. I'm not sure how much I'll be into using it, or if I'll even have the time to. But at the very least, I'll save it for this summer. Which reminds me...this year is coming all too soon. I honestly feel like the end of summer 2007 was yesterday, and already first semester is coming to an end in a week or two. And soon enough, summer will be here, meaning we enter our senior year and say goodbye to everyone else...
I'm dreading it and looking forward to it all at once.