happy trees + happy clouds

i was raised on the classics. 
i thought everyone my age listened to them.
it wasn't until i listed, "boston" as one of my favorite bands
in a "get to know me" slideshow in seventh grade
and my teacher loudly cheered, "yeah!!! boston!" 
that i knew something needed to change.
in order to teach myself the "kewl" music from my time, 
i listened to radio disney.
nbd.

nearly every morning before school,
 i would call-in to see if i could get through to the dj's and win a prize.
one glorious morning, i got through.
"radio disney! how are you?!"
i died.
my voice was going to be on the radio.
i was practically famous.

after some chit-chat, homegirl asked me who my favorite artist was.
artist?
that's weird...why would she ask me who my favorite artist was?
i replied honestly and confidently,
"bob ross."
if i had seen her face, i'm sure she would have looked at me
like i was a complete idiot.

"no," she said, slower this time," who's your favorite muuuusical artist?"
i panicked.
i didn't know what to say.
i was raised on boston, styx, the clash, the ramones, for pete's sake!
i was raised on everything radio disney wasn't!
i choked and said,
"uuhh...avril lavigne...?"

i was late to school so i could hear my voice on the radio.
i was so worried they'd play out the whole thing
and laugh at me on-air.
"avril lavigne...?" is the only part that made the cut.
i didn't even get a solid 15 seconds of fame.

the moral of the story is,
that dj was wrong and i was right.
thanks to autotune and technology,
bob ross is now an artist for your eyes and your ears.

suck it, radio disney.

boom-boom-clap [shootmeintheface] boom-dee-clap-dee-clap

i have had the unpleasant opportunity

of waking up to radio disney for the past few days.

please note:

i did not realize my radio was set to this station.

i keep forgetting to change it.

day one:

i was woken up by my favorite bieber 

serenading me with his hit single.

day two:

hannah montanta thrust herself into my dreams

with her horrendous hoedown throwdown. 

wanna hear the real kicker?

this is the only alarm i can actually wake up to.

so it looks like i'm stuck.

i wonder what tomorrow will bring.

let's hope it's a throwback to classics

and i get some bye bye bye or c'est la vie.