Hot Problems, Friday and Bleeding Ears

And just when you thought that it couldn’t get any worse than Friday, Hot Problems punched you in the face.

Hot Problems is a pathetic attempt at a song song, sung by a tone deaf duo musical duo consisting of Drew Garrett and Lauren Willey. It was released on YouTube on April 15, 2012. On April 17, 2012, the “Hot Problems” music video was featured on the Internet humor blog Tosh.0 and several other news sites. The next day, the song was released on iTunes. Since its release it has been dubbed “the worst song of 2012″.
I mean, with lyrics like,” Please don’t get me wrong
I know that I’m hot
Textbook perfection really takes a lot
Weird guys call my phones
And girls call me names
Like Miley said “I can’t be tamed”
Hot girls we have problems too
We’re just like you, except we’re hot” what do you expect? Are these guys for real? Looks like Rebecca has some competition…

Since the release of Rebecca Black’s Friday on March 14, 2011, Hot Problems has been the only song to reach that level of I-Wouldn’t-Even-Dare-To-Sing-This-In-My-Bathroom-In-Fear-Of-Causing-Mass-Genocide-ness. Both these songs have resulted in bleeding ears, worldwide. Hot Problems has earned enough “dislikes” on YouTube to give Rebecca a run for her money.

However, the best part of this attempt of mass destruction through a viral video is that these girls wrote this song as just something funny to show their friends, or so they claim. They say that they know they cant sing and that they are not hot. Atleast they wote this song as a joke, unlike a certain girl in a dilemma of chosing a car seat.


Aint Sheldon the cutest EVER?

Now, let us all just hope that Ms. Black does not take this as an open challenge and come up with a song of her own as an answer to Hot Problems…


Off With Cupid’s Head!

Recently, when my exams were going on, me and three of my friend were going back home after the exam in my friend’s car. As we got into the car, I refrained from asking the million dollar question, “Which seat should I take?”.


There was just ONE seat left. What would she do in a football stadium? Die of sensory overload?

But other than being faced with the dilemma of chosing a seat, one of my friend’s boyfriend called her up to ask how her exam went. They talked for a while, and as she hung up, my other friend got a call from her boyfriend asking how her exam went. They too talked for a while, and as she hung up, my third friend’s boyfriend called her up, asking the same. However, when she hung up, my boyfriend did not call me up. You know why? Because I do not have one. Probably because I am above that gender. Or am far to smart and scare the boys off. I’m hopeless. So anyway, I awkwardly kept staring at my phone, begging it to ring, mentally of course. But no, not even my mom called up to ask how my exam went.

So, I started wondering, why the hell is Cupid slacking off his job when I’m on the line?


So that’s what he’s been doing…

I mean, most of my friends seem to have boyfriends. So where’s mine? I know I’m just 18, well, almost, and have a lifetime to wait for the dolt to show up in my life, but still. Why can’t Cupid shoot some fake arrows my way till he’s ready to aim the real thing? You know, like the rubber bullets cops use to scare the shit out of people? And no, the weirdo from Wales does not count.

Apparntly, he wants to “date” me. Cross country. Not to mention continent. I checked his profile and saw that he was in an e-relationship with some chick in Scotland. And from what I figured out, the girl “did not have a phone” but “loved him a lot” and “missed him too.” Their “love was strong enough” to “break through the barrier of distance” (and the lack of a phone) and “continue to exist” on that weird social networking site.
Thanks but no, thanks. I do not want a relationship like that. It would be just weird.
I’d rather be single…

But, bottom line is, Cupid has either passed out, or is having a major hangover, or has resigned, or thinks I’m beyond help, or has been face-walled.


And that is what I mean by “getting Face-Walled.”

Anyway, I lost track of what I was gonna say. I lost the point. So basically, you read all this rubbish for nothing. I think I’ll just shut my cakehole and sod off. Bye!