The 5 bestest not-indie albums ever.

I have a weird taste in music.

Like, WEIRD, dude.

Take a first glance at me and you would probably guess I’m into indie. Probably because of the iPod in hand, torn jeans, hipster glasses, and t-shirt with some obscure band name on it.

Me: “Uh, YEEAH.”
Yourself: “Oh, cool, I suppose that’s the only thing you’re into, because hipsters tend to be extremely condescending when it comes to music.”
Me: “Lolno. Well, I mean, yeah, they are pretty condescending, but no, I like other stuff too.”

Did you know, for instance, pretty much 50 percent of the music I heard up until I was like, seven, when I discovered Disney Channel, was by Green Day? Yup. They’re one of my father’s favorite bands. In fact, I’d be lying if I said the only thing I inherited from him was his height and extreme dorkiness. I liked almost every CD he put in front of me. Green Day, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, the Ramones, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, Van Halen, Rush, the Rolling Stones, and the list goes on. Then there’s new-wave rock, such as the Arctic Monkeys, the Black Keys, Cage the Elephant. A WHOLE lot of folkronic, because Grizzly Bear is LIEF. Poppy BritChicks, namely Eliza Doolittle, Kate Nash, and Ellie Goulding. I have K-Pop mixed in there too (no, NOT Gangnam Style. Jesus Christ, will people ever stop with that friggin’ song?). Old school rap (I can rap “Shame On A N***a” flawlessly). Swedish tracks, both electronic and alt rock. Dubstep. Not-dubstep-but-more-like-chillwave-and-such. Your basic Coldplay. British musicians. And indie: Phoenix, Two Door Cinema Club, the Shins, ES and the Magnetic Zeroes, Passion Pit, Vampire Weekend, the xx, you know what, you get it. Basically, I’ll listen to everything but:

a) One Direction
b) Justin Bieber
c) Country, which really is a shame, because this is the South.

And what’s even more shameful is that almost none of my friends listen to any of the music I listen to. Some of them don’t even listen to music that much. And most of them probably don’t like indie as much as I do. So, here’s my favorite not-indie albums that everyone must listen to before they die.


Van Halen: 1984

I would seriously go so far as to say that this is the best Van Halen album ever. I mean, it was the first I ever listened to, but come on, I have yet to meet someone who hasn’t drummed along with the opening to “Hot For Teacher”. Van Halen is the band that made me want to play guitar. But then I realized that the best I can do is play “Mary Had A Little Lamb”. *sigh*

Favorite songs: Top Jimmy, Girl Gone Bad, Hot For Teacher, House of Pain

Rating: 3/5 llamas Llama-iconLlama-iconLlama-icon


Nirvana: Nevermind

It should be required by law for any and every angsty teenager, hell, every person on earth… gah. This album is a classic. You’ve got the quiet, moody tracks where Kurt Cobain is basically mumbling out words, and then the emotional rollercoasters with him, well, screaming manly-ish-like. Somehow I like it. Nevermind was a turning point for music. Everyone should listen to it.

Favorite songs: Polly, Drain You, Territorial Pissings, Lithium, Come As You Are

Rating: 3.5/5 burritos burrito-iconburrito-iconburrito-icon burrito-icon


Grizzly Bear: Veckatimest

Grizzly Bear is a band on it’s own, not unlike Nirvana. Well, actually, entirely unlike Nirvana in every way you can imagine except they both practically invented a genre of music. Folkronic- a layered, deep, folk tune bursting with all kinds of electronic elements. Veckatimest would be my favorite album by Grizzly Bear because a, the cover isn’t scary-looking, and b, it’s so much lighter and happier than their newest album, Shields, which is definitely a good pick as well. And it’s not indie. It’s FOLKRONIC.

Favorite songs: Dory, Ready Able, Two Weeks, I Live With You

Rating: 4/5 Morgan Freemans morganfreemanmorganfreemanmorganfreemanmorganfreeman


Green Day: ¡Dos!

¡Dos! really re-ignited my love for Green Day. I was having a bit of a drag music-wise before the trilogy came out, and I feel like my music taste is a bit more fresh, if not, a bit more explicit. *shrugs* THE GUITAR IS TOTALLY WORTH EVERY CURSEWORD, MAN. All in all, I feel like this album is my favorite of the three.

Favorite songs: Ashley, Nightlife, Lady Cobra, Wow! That’s Loud, Amy

Rating: 4/5 TARDISes 

And finally…


The Black Keys: El Camino

Is it because this is the first CD I ever bought? Is it because of the abundance of cars when you open it? Naw, bro. It’s Dan Auerbach’s ridiculously soulful and sexy voice. Not to mention the good lawdy jebus guitar. As the sticker on the cover says, “Play loud.”

Favorite songs: Little Black Submarines, Run Right Back, Nova Baby, Mind Eraser, Lonely Boy

Rating: 5/5 Jesuses Riding Dinosaurs

Now go in peace and listen to them bbz.

x Sabrina


new year’s eve and why it sucks

So sorry, Savannah (unless other people are on here. Hello, other people!!), Mummy Dearest was busy looking up obscure indieish tracks saving baby koalas watching Supernatural doing important things and couldn’t keep up with her bloggity blog thingy. But you need not worry, for it is part of Mummy Dearest’s New Year’s Resolutions to keep her bloggity blog thingy in check, yo. In fact, I have a complete list if you’d like to see them. It doesn’t matter if you want to or not, anyways, I have tied you to a chair and duct-taped your mouth shut.


because even the most amazing people need to make changes -_-

1. Keep bloggity blog thing in check, yo. Post interestingable stuff on here, daily, and not be boring. *shoots smiley-faced wall* *hopes someone out there understood that reference*

2. Save money to buy iPad. Lol like that’s gonna happen, what with my extreme online shopping addiction.

3. Be social. Where are all the wild parties, the fun movie-going, the group date extravanaganzas? With the not-dorky people where you left them when you started watching Doctor Who, stupid. At least be social with the other fangirls/fanmen out there .-.

4. Be nicerererer to people who don’t deserve nicererererness. Because one day they’ll die and you’ll be like “whyyyy wasn’t I nicerererer to them???”.

5. Also keep deviantartyfarty thingy in check, yo. *shrugs*

Well, I’m going to stop referring to myself as Mummy Dearest because none of you are my children (I am simply the girl who lives in the internet and feeds off Cheetos and leftover ham and I have never nor will ever have children. Mainly because I have a disease known as Nevergonnagetlaid syndrome. But also because birthing, ick) and tell you why New Year’s Eve wasn’t awesome.

You ready?

You sure?


I went to a lock-in at CHURCH.



TBH, my church really isn’t THAT bad, mainly because I have lots of funny and sweet friends in my youth group, and the kids are cute, and our youth leaders are cool and not at all oldyish or mommyish, but sometimes it’s awk. *wibbles* I don’t really think of myself as Christian anymore, I mainly just go to see my friends nowadays. So this NYE, I had a choice between a) sitting on the couch in my TMNT pyjamas playing Super Mario Bros. whilst my mom drives around getting totally wonkfaced DRINKING RESPONSIBLY, or b) running around an empty church with my friends and downing multiple cans of cheap soda.

I think you can see the clear winner here.

The night started out as it ALWAYS DOES (tis tradition). Dear Sister of Mine decided that it was crucial to veg out on the couch until exactly ten minutes before we were supposed to leave. Then she decided she wanted to go do her all out makeup/hair/clothing routine. Naturally, she demanded the front seat so she could do her makeup. I said no. She decided to bitch about it, then mum got pissed off, then she got pissed off and slammed the door to the car on my arm. Not like, ON it, I was holding it open and she forced my arm back, if you get the picture, no? They had a whole blowout argument thing, and Melanie was sobbing like a child, and I just kinda curled into a little ball of limbs and angst and put my earphones in and listened to Green Day for a bit *wibbles some more*. They argue like, nightly, and I’m sick sick sick of it. It kicked off the night appropriately.

We arrived at church, and Dear Sister of Mine remained in the vehicle to do her makeup, get reprimanded, etc. I met up with some of my buddies and the adults had us circle up for prayer time. Eh… then they went over the “schedule”. I have never been to a lock-in before, so I thought we were just gonna get hyper and crash at around four am. Nope. There was a schedule. AND WE MUST ABIDE BY SAID SCHEDULE, LEST THE LORD ZAP YOU WITH LIGHTNING SHOT FROM HIS HOLY NIPPLES. Thankfully, the schedule kind of went from Sirius Partying With Darts from 7-7:30!!!!11!!!1!!! to Let’s Lounge Around and Play Apples to Apples Whilst Watching The Avengers for the rest of the night. There was no Holy Nipple Lightning involved. Anyways, we all rallied downstairs to play Dartball. How does one play Dartball? I don’t really know. You try to hit these little triangles or circles on the board and sometimes people cheer and sometimes people groan and either way you get scared you might skewer yourself/others with a dart. It went better than I expected and I actually caused quite a bit of cheering for my team and we trash-talked the other team and yay funz. And no skewering either. WIN!

Then we went upstairs to play a game called Sardines. Basically, there’s one or two people who hide in one spot, and everyone tries to find them, and when they do, they squeeze in that spot so they’re like a little sardine sandwich. And you’re supposed to “hunt” in a dark church by yourself. But that didn’t happen. Krystal, Christall, Melanie, and Caroline traversed the hallways like a pack of chattering wildebeests, and didn’t do much looking for peoples. Nicole and Anna and I partnered up both games, and it was actually fun, even if we didn’t play right. Me and Anna went downstairs and since the Downstairs=Underground, it was totally utterly pitch black. And we weren’t allowed to use our flashlights or phones or anything. It was scary and I swear to God And His Holy Lightning Shooting Nipples I thought a demon or a windigo would pop out and make us die a horrid bloody death, but no, we survived. The second game, people were actually down there and ACK I got scared. We had to sit down there in the dark. Not fun. And it really shouldn’t be called Sardines because we didn’t all fit in one spot, we kinda sat on the couches and waited for Slenderman to kill us for people to find us.

After Sardines we played a game called Grog, where someone called the Grog takes apart a flashlight and hides the pieces in plain sight (on tables, chairs, etc.). Then everyone else has to find them, put the flashlight together, and shine it on the Grog. Like in Freeze Tag, the Grog tags people and they have to freeze in place. They also scream really loud when they get tagged. I was good at that part. Chris was the Grog and he scared the crap out of everyone by stomping down the halls like a serial killer or something. When I tried to get out of the hallway he got right in my face, so I used one of the poppers my mom sent along with me for NYE. He sputtered and I ran away. Then he RAGEQUIT because “no one took him seriously meh”. Lol cheers?

Anyways, we ended up ringing in the New Year praying to God And His Holy Lightning Shooting Nipples about what we wanted to do for the New Year’s for Him. When it was my turn I kinda mumbled some stuff about how I wanted to know if he was real or not and it sparked a whole DISCUSHUN OMGZ about how we (the “young adults”) have the Gospel hammered into our heads at a young age and if we reject that, we get so much shart for it. And it’s true. I told my mom I wasn’t that Christian and she broke out in tears. I felt really bad for doing so but she needed to know. And afterwards she started saying that I “needed help” and “we’re going to get you back on track again” and I sort of just made nodding movements and stuff but really? I don’t think anything will happen.

The night pretty much went on uneventfully, we just watched movies and ate cheetos. Half of us fell asleep.

This NYE didn’t really suck as bad as the years before, but still– not a lot of fun. Here’s the New Year’s Hall of Fame:

2012: Watched reruns of CSI: Miami. With Snuggie and a bowl of popcorn.

2010: Hung out in brother’s room playing old video games and eating pizza. Everyone else in said room was under nine.

2009: Given juice boxes by creepy old man. I haven’t seen him at our parties since.

2005: Stuck at neighbor’s house. Neighbor was old and smelled of baby powder and spaghetti sauce. Gave my siblings and I stale graham crackers whilst parents held a party at the house.

Anyways. I hate New Year’s and can’t wait to get drunk.


Funny Picture of the Day


Who else saw Les Mis? It made ME cry. I NEVER EVER EVER cry at movies. EVER.

Peace, my nizzles.

xx Bree