Change

I like Taylor Swift, I really do. Don't worry, I can see your shocked face. You're wondering why a girl who has *slightly* unnatural obsessions with certain rockbands (cough...the killers...cough...coldplay) is also a fan of a little country singer whose lyrical range goes from boys to boys, to boys who she likes, to boys who broke her heart to, well, boys. I must say, you have a valid point. I think the reason I like her is that she is a breathe of fresh air in the otherwise self-obsessed music industry. After winning the Grammy for Album of the Year, she un-ashamedly jumped up and down screaming and hugging her mom on worldwide TV. Perhaps I like her more as a person than as a singer, if that makes any sense at all. However, her lyrics are cute, and her tunes are infectious, they are the perfect type of thing to dance around your room to while you're getting ready to meet the girls for a night out. But for some reason, tonight her little fairytale love songs are making me want to puke. I underwent rather a drastic change in music from the whole of the album Fearless to suddenly blasting "This Is War" by 30 Seconds To Mars. Must have been a bit of a shock to anyone watching my "nowplaying" status on G-Talk.

Anyway, that's my little rant for the night, and for the record, I still love Taylor, and I'll listen ti her again when today really is a fairytale.