Last night before I was about to sleep, I decided to take a trek downstairs. In the background I head cheesy music, realizing Becca and Tiff are totally watching the Hannah Montana movie. I make fun of them and proceed to walk away. Then, I hear it. Yes, Rascal Flatts. They are in the movie and I immediately turn around and sit down. But after the song is over, what do I do? Logically, you would think I should leave. But no, I watch the rest of the movie.
And I enjoyed it. What has gotten into me you ask? I have no idea but watch the movie, it's actually an okay movie. I never thought I'd say it.
Now Jessi is judging me. "BARF."
Please don't judge.
2 comments:
i do not judge.
i've never seen the movie, but there is a dance in it called the "hoedown throwdown" and guess who knows it?
yours truly.
oh dear. ;)
p.s. let me know when you're going to be around campus next week, i think i'm coming for a visit!
hahah i love this.
I promise not to judge you .....
Becca tends to suck people into something they normally would criticize and walk away from ... aka the OC.
yep, ive spent nights with her earlier this summer watching the OC.
There I admitted it to.
barf.
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