- I am obsessed with "The Sing Off". I swear if Nota doesn't win, I will freak the eff out. They are just heads and shoulders above the rest talent-wise. Also I love me the cutie lead singer. Is he adorable or what. Also I fast forward every time the girl from the Pussycat Dolls speaks. Nothing she says is useful or helpful or doesn't make my brain bleed.
- Am I supposed to know who Ke$ha is? She's in my face on iTunes, but I don't understand her or her $.
- I wrapped my friend Woody's Christmas presents for him tonight. I did it for him last year, too. He hates wrapping. What is that about? Sidenote wtf: he has no scissors. At all. Anyway, in return, this is what he gave me:
I am fine with this trade. When he called me to come over he said, "I have the Rolling Stone with the vampire on the front for you." And I said, "He's a werewolf." And he was like, "Yeah I don't care. At all. Make him stop looking at me."
- This is so not going to mean anything to anyone, but I am going to tell you anyway because it is a personal high for me. My friend John is hilarious. Over the past, like, 2 years, he has Rickrolled me dozens of times. Sometimes in video, mostly over the phone when he's in his car. He'll call me, I'll answer, he'll say he has something to tell me and BAM! Rickrolled. I fall for it every time. Mostly because he calls me lots of times in between for real stuff. He lures me into a false sense of safety and friendship all the while biding his time until it's time to strike. It is annoying. And brilliant. I have never, ever Rickrolled him. Ever. I just don't possess the talent necessary to trick him into it like that. I'm way too obvious, and John knows me far too well and can always sniff out stuff like that. Like I said-annoying.
For John and his wife's birthday last month, I made them a ton of CDs. Six of them were mixes. These mixes presented me with my opportunity-really my only opportunity ever. I lovingly put together these mixes and at the end of some of them, I put bonus tracks. Like I literally marked it BONUS TRACK as a little surprise for him. They were fun songs I knew he wouldn't have. For example, "Let's Go To the Mall" by Robin Sparkles (what's up, HIMYM fans!). Awesome. I knew John would listen to the CDs in order so I put a bunch of awesome bonus tracks on some of the first 5 mixes. The bonus track on cd 6? Rick Astley. My hope was that he would expect another fun cool song like the others and not see it coming.
I did not feel confident with this plan at all. I figured I had a 30% chance of it going right. But I decided that I had given it my best shot, and there was nothing else I could do. It's been a month, and he never said anything about it so I assumed my plan had failed.
Until I received a call last night on my way home from work.
John: "I'm on CD 6, and it's awesome. I was so excited for the bonus track. Like literally I was giddy with excitement. It started, and I was like, "What is this? Is this Tarzan Boy? AH GODDAMMIT!!" I just want to say I love you and hate you for this."
You guys, for real? Best. Rickroll. Ever. He walked right into my trap exactly how I had planned it! God he was so mad. Our unedited text conversation that followed:
John, 6:22pm: for 1.5 seconds i was like tarzan boy weird bonus song but awesome. then blammo worst rickroll ever.
Sarah, 6:23pm: Im keeping this text 4ever
John, 6:27pm: this must be how lincoln felt after years of effing with john wilkes booth when booth finally got him back
Sarah, 6:34pm: Its exactly the same as that
Sarah, 7:20pm: I am still glowing over my genius
John, 7:47pm: retaliation will need to be aged like a fine wine
Sarah, 7:48pm: Its like the slap bet-i dont know when its coming
John, 7:52pm: i am going to have a clock counting down. you will know the exact date and time. i will still get you
Sarah, 8:15pm: Until that day i will revel in the glory of THIS day
And I am totally still reveling. I am aware that in all likelihood this will be the one and only time I will ever get him. If that is true, I will not be disappointed. This is enough to get me through...forever pretty much. As he said himself, "This is one for the ages." Indeed it is. Today I'm Queen of the Rickroll.
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Okay, I didn't actually hear the boys from Nota sing (and Dear Nick Lachey, it's NoTa, not Noduh), so I can't speak to their talents. But I really liked the boys from Tufts a lot. A LOT. I thought they were talented AND funny.
I've never Rickrolled anyone. I've never been Rickrolled. I am still in awe.
its gotta feel good to finally get someone....now that its worked, you can come up with all sorts of new and fantastical ways to trick him.
hello, robin sparkles=awesome!
I am impressed. It's hard to pull one over on JP.
I check OKSeri (new nickname for yo' a$$) (sorry, I had to with the dollar signs) religiously. You never cease to amuse me. And by amuse I mean crack up like, a little too hysterically, while Boyfriend Taylor thinks for the sixth time that day how crazy I am. (Yes, the eternally single Miami chick has one...for nine months. Hold your applause!)
I heart you, S! Don't care that we've never so much has exchanged a glance. :)
Can I just tell you that I got that magazine from my secret Santa and it was the best present I've received this year (so far). I think I squealed like a 12-year old girl when I unwrapped it.
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