Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen: the story of John Burge

DISCLAIMER (or something): Just so you know, this post was written by neither Josh nor David. This is called a "guest writer," or somebody that wants to express an opinion, but isn't cool enough to have his or her own blog. This was written by a young person named John Anthony Burge. John Anthony Burge, a 5'10, 150 pound human boy (I made up both of those numbers), apparently doesn't like things. Read about it below!

Oh, and we apologize for any harsh language or anything offensive or something. But seriously, if you're offended by something in this, maybe you shouldn't take yourself so seriously. We also apologize for what a hunk of crap this is. Just kidding!

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You know what really flattens my soda pop? Pop music. Just because a song gets stuck in your head for three days straight does not mean that song is a good one. For example, "F-R-E-E that spells 'free,' credit report dot com baby!"

Exactly.

But what are my kids going to be listening to when they're my age? Well, I'll tell you what they won't be listening to: The Black Eyed Peas. Or Nickelback, for that matter.

But really. Where are the giants of pop music today going to be in 10 years?

Well, let's see here. Miley Cyrus (or Hannah Montana, depending on which wig she's wearing) will most likely be here, Justin Bieber will probably be here, and Lady Gaga will most likely be getting another sex change or something. Gross.

Remember Soulja Boy? That was so long ago, right? That was in goddamn 2007. Pop music seems to change on a day-to-day basis, while my parents had to stomach "More Than A Feeling" approximately 12,000 times over the past 30 years.

My kids aren't even going to know what kind of music came out of the year 2000 because once a song has been listened to 600 times in a row by today's youth, it's tossed and they move on to the next hit single. The only things they'll know about this entire decade are glittery vampires and Crocs. Seriously?

Also, whatever happened to using instruments? No, Kevin Jonas, this doesn't count.

For all we know, today's most popular music could have been made by some computer nerd that I had a picture of, but the link was bad so none of you can see it.

Well, that's my rant for the day. Knibb High football rules!