If I Hear This Song Again...

This song may already be past it's prime considering the fact that the song was released last winter.  But if I hear "Grenade" by Bruno Mars one more time, I will be the one throwing the grenade at him...I'd rather not say.  I need to correct the statement concerning my allergies.  Not only am I allergic to raw carrots, but I am also allergic to THIS song.

Now if you read my blog previously, you will notice that last week I posted about his song "Just the Way You Are" and how much I love it.  (Click here to read that one!)  However, the basis on which that song was written is more delicate...or understandable than that of "Grenade."  Bruno (I guess I can call him by his first name) is basically admitting that he will die for this girl that couldn't care less about him. What about that makes any sense?

Okay, I realize that there are some many girls out there who think this is just the sweetest gesture a guy could ever do for a girl---risk his life.  But to me, all I am getting out of this song is that Bruno's relationship with this girl is distorted to the point that he can't even think straight.  I picture this girl taking advantage of his undying love for her by drawing him in just so she can have her own personal superman at her side at times of trouble.  I don't know, maybe this is what Bruno wanted the song to do, well not the "make him look completely oblivious" part, but quite possibly he wanted this song to spark up conversation.  If this is true, it certainly produced conversations, but also pictures!

This is what happens when oxidation and reduction
equations in Chemistry class don't really appeal to sophomores.

Alright, so basically we drew the cartoon layout for the song.  We have Bruno's supposed love interest on  the right with a dog (reference to the show Word World, yes...I watch PBS occasionally).  On the left you can see a murderer/skier/assassin who has just thrown a grenade at said girlfriend.  Now, parachuting in to "save the day" is Bruno Mars, who literally "catches" the grenade.  And the crabs, yes, not only did the murderer/skier/assassin give the lover girl a grenade, but also an STD.  Honestly, crabs are the only thing I can really draw well, so I put them in the picture too!

"I Click to MTV..."

"...so they can teach me how dougie" I know you know the name of this song.  Comment below =]

Alright, so I'm downstairs sitting at the kitchen table waiting for the microwave to go off signaling that my queso dip is ready.  I think to myself "hmm, I think I want to watch t.v. while eating my queso dip" (I actually say this out loud, I talk to myself a lot, I am right now, as I'm writing this blog)

So anyway, I do just like the song says, "I click to MTV" to see what's up.  And what do you know?  It's an episode of True Life that's talking about food allergies.    I then say to myself, "do I really want to watch this, I only have one food allergy, and it's a raw carrot allergy" (scientifically called: oral allergy syndrome (Wikipedia Article) where I'm only allergic to raw carrots).  So anyway, I watch it. And I'm not kidding about this next part, but the guy that they're following is allergic to carrots...and only raw ones!

  can't. breathe. throat. closing.

Ahhh! Much better =]

First of all, why would anyone be interested in watching a documentary about teens with allergies? I have no clue.  But second of all, I can't believe this coincidence.  You know those conversations teachers have right before a class party?

Example...
Teacher: Do any of you have food allergies?
Me: I do, I'm allergic to raw carrots.
Teacher: Okay...sure.   And what about cooked carrots? *says in humorous tone*
Me: Oh, those are fine.  I'm only allergic when they are raw.  See there's a substance that cooks out of the carrot when it's being sauteed...*and I continue with the full explanation of my allergy*
Teacher: Alright then.......anyone else?

I'm telling you, don't shut down someone's allergy just because it's absurd...maybe that's why True Life needed an episode about allergies.  Hmm...