I was sitting, drying my hair at the health club today...when a girl walked by me. I could hear Don't Stop Believing blaring on her Ipod. Can I tell you...it was all I could do, not to hop up on my chair and bust out that song (loudly and badly).
Back when I was an obnoxious high school girl, my older brother would cruise me around in his red Pontiac Fiero (which was at the time, a really cool car nicknamed the fiery O). Anytime we would come to a stop at a streetlight...I would CRANK whatever cheesy song was on the radio, and bust. it. OUT. For some odd reason, bad Whitney Houstan songs come to mind (I Wanna Dance With Somebody, for example). Anyway, I did this just to embarrass him.
I don't bust out songs so much anymore...unless I'm on the ski slopes. Then, I'm right back to loudly, and badly belting out songs (as if Vail was my own personal karaoke bar).
So...in the spirit of older brothers, ski slopes, and vlogging...Here ya' go...
I guess you can say that Photo Booth and I have made up;P (Is it sad that I crack myself up...I need friends)