Honky Tonk Badonkadonk....What?!?

Hey everyone! Recently I made a comment on one of Waynes posts about country music and some "an(n)oynomus" person asked me, well actually Wayne, if I thought that people who listened to country music weren't Christians. A kind of stupid question, but I responded in kind by saying this...

''No Brianna isn't saying that people who listen to country music can't be a Christian. Who am I to judge the heart of another? Only God can do that. What I was trying to say...as Wayne so eloquently put it...the genre sucks, and no I wouldn't want something that is supposed to be a resemblance of God's beauty and majesty compared to songs about lost loves, whiskey lullabye's, someone shot my dog, and junk about tractors being sexy. It's so much deeper then that, or at least it should be. ''

To furture prove my point, here are some lyrics from a song my friend Preston sent me. He said it was the worst country song he ever heard. I would have to agree whole-heartedly, and do remember that these are only lyrics, the actual shock and horror really comes when you hear the song itself. So without further to do...Silly Songs With Larry.


Trace Adkins - Honky Tonk Badonkadonk

From the album "Songs About Me"

Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?
So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again
Aw she's pretty good now
Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left

Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling damn near 10 feet tall
Here she comes
Lord help us all
Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so hard not to stare at that

Chorus:
Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo weeshut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk, aw son

Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that

Repeat Chorus
Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there

We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band
Our hands they start to shakin' when she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy you think you fell in love
Boys you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch

Repeat Chorus
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That's it right there boys
That's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory
It ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk

Well there it is. Enjoy. And, if you want the file for the song, email me the request and I would be happy to send it to you.

Will We Linger Here?

As we leave the party we talk about nothing
anything.
Eventually we arrive at where we've already been
And end up leaving one behind
Shrugging it off we continue to drive
Two of us still afraid to get into trouble
The other three not caring
What do we do?
We turn up the part of the music that screams
no destination.
We end up, again, at a place we’ve been so many times before
It’s familiar but endlessly entertaining
call it the company.
We laugh at the endless jokes
Sticking martini glasses on our heads
Scoffing at lingerie
anything to keep us occupied.
We walk down the isles
And then find what we’re not looking for
Tokens of goodbye
Eventually we will leave
there are too many aliens in this place.
We must press on
Finish the task at hand
instead we all go home.
Wait, we forgot something
No, we have to move on
we don’t have any membership here.

Flames Across The Susquehanna

In light of the recent post of a friend of mine, Wayne, one which almost made me cry when I read it in full, I decided to put up a post about a book I read when I was homeschooled in the fourth or fifth grade. The book is called Flames Across The Susquehanna by Glenn Banner, and it is by no means something as beautiful as The Scarlet Letter, or anything of the sort. However I have read this book, almost 30 times in the 9 years I have had it. There is something about it, something that pulls at me emotionally. The other day when I was at lunch with my mom and family, I asked my mom if she remembered the book. When she said she didn't, I went on to tell her what it was about and in doing so, began to cry. Somewhat similar to Wayne's poem, without the symbolism he uses, it's about a boy who goes off to war in the civil war in the hope of becoming a hero like his big brother; however due to his age he can only be a drummer boy. In his time serving, he befriends a boy who is only a little younger then him and that boys father. I won't continue from here to tell how the story ends, but it is one filled of heartache and rebuilding. It is a great read, no matter how poorly written, and one I actually recommend.

Also in my post I would also recommend a website www.gone2thedogs.com and a game on that website where you take a test to find out which dog personality you match up the most with. I have taken the test three different times and was a boston terrier, a german spitz, and now a shiba inu (another type of spitz but cuter). It's a lot of fun. Lake Martin AWAITS!

I Hate Math With A Passion

Hey everyone....
I haven't posted anything for what feels like forever, since I stopped posting twice a night. I'm stuck studying for my final exam in math, my last math exam in my high school career. It's kind of sad, but then again it's not because... I hate math with a passion. Not so much math anymore, but just the whole classroom nonsense behind it. Well no, pretty much math too. Tomorrow is my last day of school this week, thank the Lord. I really don't know how much more of Providence I can handle, but hey! I'm done with my thesis presentation! (Props to Nichole today for her awesome job during her speech! Your cheeks only turned a little red). Taking Friday off, and then it's up to the lake for me this weekend. Hallelujah! It's gonna be fun...let me tell you. Ok, I've probably postponed studying as much as I can now without feeling completely horrible for my procrastination. I think I might be the queen of it or something. Anyway, peace out to all my homies. Yeah, whats up dog? Yeah, that's right I went there. What then?

Brianna

P.S. I like the way it wobble-de-wobble when it wiggles. Ya'll know what I'm talkin'bout.

Rich Girls in a Poverty Shell...What to Do?

Hello all. I write again to tell you of a conversation I had with a friend of mine tonight. I hope my friend does not get mad at me for saying all of this, and if she wants me to retract any information I publish, I will do so without a second thought. After talking to my friend tonight, I was filled with the sinking feeling that everything I thought I knew, I didn't even know at all. I wasn't even close. I felt like I knew what she was thinking, how she felt, how I felt about the way she felt. But like any good human being she never ceases to surprise me, always keeps me guessing. Recently, and I don't even know if she knows this, I wrote something about how I was feeling about her and her significant other. Of course, she knew I was upset at this time, but I never showed her what I wrote. Now for the vulnerable moment....Here is what I wrote. And here is how completely wrong I was. Nichole, I'm so sorry.


You say you don't have time for me
You have to get things done
But when he comes to tell you something
It takes everything to hold you back... don't run.

I'd appreciate if you wouldn't lie
If you'd just tell me you don't want to talk
Instead of making me think I'm first on the list
When in essence, I'm really not.

Instead just do the things you do
Those things you really "need"
Just plan to leave me alone
I don't need you to set me free.

I hate the double standards you set
They make me feel so sick
You told me once what friendship meant to you
But you know what? I think this is it.

You don't have to try to divide your time
To have to make room for me
We both know you have him
But he won't set you free.


Obviously I was lying, trying to convince myself of something I could not. The truth be told, I felt hurt. But she's just a girl, and she gets hurt too. I know now what the difference is, and I have now been set free. I love you Bajoley!

What Will Become of Me?

What will become of me? I cringe to think.
So many ideas and aspirations.
But what will become of those?
So many complications in this life.
I'm losing my passion for anything.
I can be bought or sold,
Just for the price of curiosity, opinion, or words.
People come to me and say,
Words they think I want to hear.
But they don't understand.
I want my words to be clear.
I want my opinions to matter.
I want my dreams to be heard.
I want to feel loved and important.
Especially by those most important to me.
I'm too scared to stand,
To speak until my voice is heard.
So until then, I wait.
Until I get the nerve to stand,
I will go on listening to their thoughts.
But I will continue to ask myself,
What will become of me?
I cringe to think.

I'm Just A Girl!

Sorry to elude to the Gwen Stefani/No Doubt song (I LOVE YOU GWEN), but sometimes things just irk me. I am just sick and tired of being talked about behind my back. I'm just a girl, you know what that means?? I hurt, I get hurt, I hurt others. Just like everyone else. There's no stopping it, and if you want to be petty and talk about me....warn others of my incessant prying into the lives and hearts of others (what do you think you're doing?), then go ahead and do it. Realize though, that in your effort to make me look bad, and in your effort to make others see the "true" me, whatever that is because if I don't know I really don't expect you to, you yourself look small. Know that talking about others gets you no where, and to continue to follow in those foot steps which you are already in doesn't hold to a very promising future. For everyone out there that this applies....GROW UP!

15 Days.... Friends Forever?

15 days… it awaits.
The future envelopes me…awaits.
The wellspring of my life
It’s dry.
What of my heart?
It just lies in pieces…
The stage waits for me
My classmates for my charge…
They look to me expectantly
But I have nothing to give.
No wisdom resides in this body
I’m just as lost as you.
But I’ll climb anyway
Those steps so steep
Leading to the unknown.
“It’s just a stage!”
I knew you wouldn’t understand.
It’s more than a stage
It’s goodbye
It’s 10 year reunions…who are these people?
15 days…
15 minutes…
15 seconds…
It’s too little time!
You can’t make me say goodbye!
I can’t!
I won’t!
No…
I’ve just found it…
Where I belong
And now you threaten to take that from me.
The water washes over my head….
"Remember to breathe."
I open my lungs to inhale.
Just like the water engulfs me
With an terrifying speed
So this 15 days passes
And leaves me with nothing.