Sooo Fun

Fact.

Just like that classic Black Eyed Peas song.

Where is the love?

As I feasted in the best dinner of my life called 16 Handles, a friend and I casually figured out life on a random outside table in the core of our neighborhood, post-Macy's magic, naturally. If a person is going to judge me on my religious views, cultural background, sexual orientation, or absolutely anything I cannot personally change, I wouldn't want to waste one minute trying to prove myself otherwise. Ignorance makes me shake my head in pity and cackle like a witch. Needless to say, there is no right or wrong. Life isn't about pushing your beliefs and "facts" on others who ultimately feel inferior with time. It's about living in the moment as a wholesome individual and taking life day by day. Whether your happiness is being a glutton of Urban Outfitters' autumn plethora or collecting glittery neon Lisa Frank stickers as if gypsies were the norm, just be yourself.

I'm Bre. I don't fall into a sole category nor would I ever want to. I may be, hands down, the most immature and mature person you will ever meet. Perhaps it's because you don't trade dinosaur silly bandz on the weekends, inquire about a person's height in inches, or partake in witty language that spices up normal conversation like a splash of whiskey does a diet coke. Maybe that's why I chose to live in Manhattan, where normal is nonexistent. Being sheltered is my worst nightmare, as it exceeds the fear I have in crazed baboons or the uncertainty of countless licks to a tootsie pop.

Shout out to those who take life too seriously: Stop.

In Crowd

If this is what you think is honest

Honestly, I think I'm gonna freak out

This isn't where I wanna be, wanna be

I think I'll let myself out

Show me the door, oh

'Cause I'm leaving the way I came in

With the mess I made

Tonight will be the one to set it off

We had our lights on the town

Your eyes were smiling then

You left me hanging around with all your wack friends

You don't take me serious

Boy, you make me furious

Guaranteed, we'll disagree

I found out finding out isn't the worst part

Don't believe it's just me

And I've found out

Do you really even have a clue?

You're not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you

Hopeless Records has adopted We Are The In Crowd.

A refreshing mix between Paramore & Hey Monday that I'm not quite upset about.

Download at once:

Never Be What You Want

Both Sides Of The Story

For The Win

Lights Out

Hi

I'm a fan.

Playlist Awesome

Special shout out to Alex Mason,

who doesn't follow my blog,

but judges with a furrowed brow.

I have the best playlist for my flight on Thursday.

Koji

I Call Fives

Into It. Over It.

Fireworks

Sparks The Rescue

Saves The Day

Mixtapes

Good Old War

Sherwood

The Dangerous Summer

Fun

Please take note.

The above picture is, without a doubt, the rhythmic bible of my life.

Here We Go Again

I kinda want to be more than friends

So take it easy on me

I'm afraid you're never satisfied.

Here we go again

We're sick like animals

We play pretend

You're just a cannibal.

And I'm afraid I won't get out alive

No I won't sleep tonight.

Back To You

Although the above post is a catchy jingle and instant pick-me-up, their newest and most appetizing video is definitely worth watching. Take me back to the 80's as if I remember them. Tyler Glenn, a dime piece sporting an intense mohawk, gushes correctly about such an era in which we were both born yet sadly never got to experience. Dyed leathers, studded chokers, unnatural hair, casual sipping of Crush soda and perhaps dual acid wash denims worn at the same time would forever refrain me from waking up with a chip on my shoulder. See me trying to act trendy with a single glove on my hand this winter and will be slapped with a hospital bill the following day.

Let's go back: 1983

Mark Ronson

Shall I sneak into your show next week by somehow acquiring a backstage pass at Webster Hall?

Perhaps.

Not only is it a necessity to get my hands all over his new album release, but someone slap me now that I started listening to jazz-esque, rock techno. Such a phenomenon does, in fact, exist. Tell me all my vendors are shipping late or can't follow through on styles that we've already used our corporate advertising dollars on -regardless, just play the MNDR + Q-Tip + Mark Ronson collaboration and it's as if I live the high life as a 20 pounds heavier, Stacey Bendet. Pure glee and triumphant pursuit.

Besides a glass of wine prior to bed and disturbing those into a confusional depression, a guilty pleasure had been stumbling upon Mark Ronson's album, Version, back a few years ago. Thus breaking through yet again in 2010, his twisted beats are headed back to my earphones on my 8am walks to the subway, gazelling by those with a smug look of boredom across their faces.

Feature La Roux, at once.

bangbangbang.

Go Away KP

Katy Perry is far from being original. Refer to above.

Frankly, she's just a walking strip tease who copies the entire concept of The Pipettes and is disturbingly just as animated as the Sims digital characters we all know/love.

PEACE.