Laila the intern checks in
In this little era of my life, I became obsessed with metal. Pantera, Otep, Alice in Chains, Slipknot--and then, a whole lot of depressing male vocalists like ummm *coughnickelbackcough* Marilyn Manson, The Rasmus, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails and Staind, just to name a few. I was a badass, through and through.
If you look at me now, you would never guess. I still LOVE Otep and The Rasmus and all those other guys, but they're more of my nostalgic moment music. Now, I listen to upbeat music. Pop punk. Usually with a female vocalist. Because, well, I like hearing about how Cupid's wings should be ripped out for hurting girls by giving them evil boys (a cookie to whoever guesses the song that references).
If I met the 16 year old me on a street dressed like I do now and listening to the music I do now, she would glare at me then call me a poseur and a ditz and probably trip me. But the 16-year-old me hasn't had the chance to listen to Myspace Records Volume 1. (Shut up. You know you did too.)
When I first started college, I was thrust into a world of New Jersey WASPs with Northface jackets and Donna Karan bags and Uggs. I go to a Catholic college because (I'm not going to lie) they gave me a shit ton of financial aid. I grew up overseas, so I'm pretty sure they mistook me for an international student and wanted some diversity. They did get diversity, but the kind they want to shield from children's eyes. At least that's what my first year roommates hinted.
In a matter of months, the suffocating flashes of pink and nasally New Jersey accents got to me and I had conformed, in a way. Sad, but true. I went from this:

to this:

This was taken this weekend after a heavy, wild, intoxicating night of... Go Fish.
With that, I discovered New Years Day. If you don't know who they are, shame on you. Shame. If you do and don't like them, I took kickboxing classes for 2 years. Be warned. Much to my chagrin, I turned HAPPY. I liked punk pop. I loved it. I still do. I started going to H&M and Express instead of Hot Topic and ridiculously expensive vintage lace stores. Now this might have been bound to happen anyway because all teenagers go through phases. It's true. We all have the notebook of teenage angst. (Or, in today's world, a Livejournal. I STILL have one. And I'm turning 22 on my next birthday. EEK.)
I guess what I like most about NYD and bands I found out about after them is the fact that they can be bitchy in lyrics without being depressing about it. Even bands with guy singers! I love the contrast. (Srsly, listen to this and this. You'd never guess they're about wishing death on someone and jealous jerk friends with the way they're sung.)
In conclusion, I don't really have a point. I just like to ramble. But hey, if you liked that second set of lyrics, check out my article in this month's issue of AP about Breathe Carolina. The Craig Owens/Anthony Green issue. Page 64. Please? I'll play truth or dare on the blog comments with you if you do! Yes you.
Okay! Goodbye!







































