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Hrm. So it seems like I've been cured of my addiction to blogging (and just in time for school to start again! YAY physics!) (If you didn't think that was sarcastic you obviously do not know me and are instead a blog creeper. Not that I have anything against blog creeping. I can say truthfully, from a first-hand experience, that sometimes browsing blogs (you know you love the "Next Blog" button) aka what I like to call "blog creeping" can yield pretty satisfactory results. I've found a blog detailing all the swanky concerts and exhibitions that I would just love to attend (but alas, my humdrum homework (yes, for those creepers, I have homework. Which makes me either a sixty-year-old retiree bent on enjoying retirement to the fullest by going back and getting my law degree so I won't be screwed at the end of the tunnel by greedy in-laws, or, a normal-aged student. Underage or over, whatever floats your boat.) compels me to remain at home.). It's blogs like those that make me not only want to blog creep some more, but also wish that I had a charming renaissance man to whisk me off to operas and fancy saloons (omg An Education reference!). Err...just kidding, you blog creepers, you.

Hey, for all you know, I could be a beer-bellied tranny with hair extensions as long as my fake boobs. Yes, "as long."

And my followers? Well, they could be my cell-mates. My padded-walls-cell-mates.) <--- hey it's the end of the parentheses! Bet you forgot about that! Ha, you end-parentheses-forgetter, you.

I could've gone on about my blog creeping endeavors, but I thought of more pressing needs that definitely needed to be addressed.

Needed.

Like, the reason why I've stopped being so addicted to blogging. What's the best way to lose an addiction? Duh, Giuseppe, by getting addicted to something else! (I have no idea why I'm talking to Giuseppe. But it's a name I like (after watching A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints, love that movie (but not as much as An Education (go Carey Mulligan!))), and I'm going to use it whenever I want to. It's my blog, suckers.)

So, you're wondering ("you" as in whoever bothers to read this far, you weirdo, you), what is this new addiction?

Why, I thought you'd never ask! Oh Giuseppe, why I'm addicted to New Kids on the Block of course!

... (chirp chirp)

Yes. When they were famous I didn't exist. (To which the blog creepers go: yeah! I know how old she is now! To which I go: what she? Oh the mysteries of life.) I hadn't even heard their songs until five days ago. But like how I get deeply obsessed with any old, pre-myexistence band or song or whatever, I saw them on something I watch/listen to/read/follow now. With the Beatles it was Across the Universe (Joe Anderson = what a man). With the Styx it was the a cappella group the Beelzebubs (from Tufts University! Saw them on the Sing-Off!). With The Who it was CSI. And when I saw Episode 188 of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon (yes, I saw it on Hulu), NKOTB got me my new addiction. There's always something about boy bands (yes, even ones that reunite decades later with all their members being late-thirties, if not forty years of age) that makes me smile. I never jumped on the whole Backstreet Boys bandwagon (it's called consonance, foo!) when I was little, but now, I can't stop listening to NKOTB. Some of their songs are, I'd have to admit, under the music par I usually listen to, but like country music and Akon, I'd have to say NKOTB is another band I secretly like.

Secretly.

heehee.

I need human interaction. I need this Snowmageddon to end so I can be sane again.

I just noticed that blogger spell-check accepts "weirdo" as a word, but not "tranny." Or more importantly, "NKOTB." You wordist, you. And apparently not "wordist" either.