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Jul. 2nd, 2007 02:28 pmI GIVE UP. Seriously, I fail at embedding video, that shit is way harder than it looks.
Anyways, for anyone interested, have some music videos featuring the lovely bandgirls from my previous post.
Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)- Cobra Starship [supergroup] feat. Maja Ivarrson- this video is cracktastic enough to go with the movie. Need I say more? Maja is a hot ninja lady. Also featuring William Beckett, whom I will always kind of believe is a girl. I almost included him in that post, for serious. Pete Wentz will never, ever miss out on a chance to cameo for no good reason.
Send My Love To The Dancefloor, I'll See You In Hell (Hey Mister DJ)- Cobra Starship feat. Vicky T- Gabe proves that he, too, can master the art of the stupidly long song title. He also masters cheesy 70s dance moves, though, so I do not object. The thing with the Cobra is the band's official bio, Gabe is nuts. Vicky T is something like an evil scientist's assistant, except for hot. This video has a random blink-and-you'll-miss-it appearance from Ryan Ross of Panic! At the Disco's ex stalking-object/girlfriend Jac Vanek, weirdly enough.
Wine Red- The Hush Sound feat. Greta Salpeter- I could listen to Greta all day, I really love her voice. She sounds sassy, I like to think that she is secretly kind of a sarcastic badass rocker chick. And the hair! This video wins because it also has shots of the bassist rocking out, and he is fairly cute. The guitarist, however, has DEAD EYES. Like Gabe Saporta.
So it's true that the Spice Girls are getting back together? Eeek. My memories of the Spice Girls are rather traumatic, like the time three girls pinned me to the swingset and wouldn't let me leave until I could recite the lyrics to an entire song on command, complete with choreographed dance moves. Ah, childhood.
So this is the third night that I've had weird, unpleasant dreams about my guitar. ARGH. Hopefully having a party tomorrow and seeing everybody will cheer me up? It had better, it's a bitch contacting all my friends, because half of them don't check e-mail and there's one girl who is never home, and whose answering machine is the Bermuda Triangle.
Normally when I'm feeling frustrated I spam my best friend with pointless entertaining e-mail. However, as part of her absurdly extended birthday present I recced her 27 bandslash stories today, so I think I've lost her. Possibly for the week.
I'm getting crabby, I need to go watch Greta flounce her skirt some more until I feel better. Yay!
Anyways, for anyone interested, have some music videos featuring the lovely bandgirls from my previous post.
Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)- Cobra Starship [supergroup] feat. Maja Ivarrson- this video is cracktastic enough to go with the movie. Need I say more? Maja is a hot ninja lady. Also featuring William Beckett, whom I will always kind of believe is a girl. I almost included him in that post, for serious. Pete Wentz will never, ever miss out on a chance to cameo for no good reason.
Send My Love To The Dancefloor, I'll See You In Hell (Hey Mister DJ)- Cobra Starship feat. Vicky T- Gabe proves that he, too, can master the art of the stupidly long song title. He also masters cheesy 70s dance moves, though, so I do not object. The thing with the Cobra is the band's official bio, Gabe is nuts. Vicky T is something like an evil scientist's assistant, except for hot. This video has a random blink-and-you'll-miss-it appearance from Ryan Ross of Panic! At the Disco's ex stalking-object/girlfriend Jac Vanek, weirdly enough.
Wine Red- The Hush Sound feat. Greta Salpeter- I could listen to Greta all day, I really love her voice. She sounds sassy, I like to think that she is secretly kind of a sarcastic badass rocker chick. And the hair! This video wins because it also has shots of the bassist rocking out, and he is fairly cute. The guitarist, however, has DEAD EYES. Like Gabe Saporta.
So it's true that the Spice Girls are getting back together? Eeek. My memories of the Spice Girls are rather traumatic, like the time three girls pinned me to the swingset and wouldn't let me leave until I could recite the lyrics to an entire song on command, complete with choreographed dance moves. Ah, childhood.
So this is the third night that I've had weird, unpleasant dreams about my guitar. ARGH. Hopefully having a party tomorrow and seeing everybody will cheer me up? It had better, it's a bitch contacting all my friends, because half of them don't check e-mail and there's one girl who is never home, and whose answering machine is the Bermuda Triangle.
Normally when I'm feeling frustrated I spam my best friend with pointless entertaining e-mail. However, as part of her absurdly extended birthday present I recced her 27 bandslash stories today, so I think I've lost her. Possibly for the week.
I'm getting crabby, I need to go watch Greta flounce her skirt some more until I feel better. Yay!
