So.... A Little Fun?

So, the further I get into this new year and all of these "new" situations, the more my taste in music seems to temporarily(Or maybe not, hm...) drift toward alternative dance, and I seem to find myself mouthing lyrics when no one's looking or in the same room and even dancing just a bit to the rhythyms of the music. It's an odd thing, really. I hate to listen to radio music: Mostly because of the blunt annoyance that is people singing along. I mean, lip-singing is okay, but otherwise there's just no sense in it. Typical conversation between me and annoying stepsiblings:
"Hey [insert name], who sings this song?"
"[insert artist], why?"
"LET THEM SING IT!!!"
"You're a *****, shut up."
"If you guys could take what you can dish and respect other people's comfort the way you do your own, we wouldn't have so many problems in this house!"
And it goes downhill from there.

And so I drown the radio out with my headphones. Unfortunately, headphones can only go so loud. So as I found my muscles involuntarily, subconciously moving to dance to Guilty Pleasure this morning, the volume in my headphones was surpassed by the volume of the radio in the van. Needless to say, this irritated me to no end. I kept my mouth shut. But otherwise, I just find myself plugging those little plastic pieces with the magnets in them into my ears at every feasible moment, and I've memorized a massive library of songs. Getting into the happy "Oh, I don't care! I think I'll dance the night away and pass out in the morning!" music is odd, but I find myself liking it. Pretty soon I'll find myself in the middle of a massive hangover caused by sleep-deprivation from listening to too much alternative dance at night, but at least until then I can entertain myself in a variety of different ways and enjoy the beats and the lyrics to these songs that ring so faithfully and true to my life and opinions.

So, here's what I'm thinking: I should learn to dance and sing, dance and sing like a freakin' fool and go into some random karaoke party... I could do children's birthdays, get my own show on Disney channel, do suggestive photoshoots, start angering Disney channel, and assume a blonde alter ego with a stupid-sounding and unrealistic name who can't sing whatsoever, with all of my family members acting in a bad sitcom based on my life that's NOTHING like my real life, playing themselves, and everything can turn out humorous and.... Wait, that's already been done? Crap.

Oh well. Who needs Disney, anyway? I want my 50's Disney back. Before it was "Get pre-teen heartthrob celebrity bands with no talent" and "Retain a positive public image with the kids, and disgust certain high-school males," before the idiocy of a 3-d Mickey Mouse and friends. Let's go back to Der Feuhrer's Face and such works. You guys will have no clue what I'm talking about. But this isn't about you, is it? This is about dancing! And so I think I'm gonna lock myself in a closet and dance for three hours this afternoon.

"An' I don't even read
What the paper's gotta say about me
Y'know I don't believe
They take it so serious... Seriously!
So O-HO! Please! Don't talk anymore!
Shut your mouth and get down on the floor!
So cynical, poor baby...
I can dish it, 'cause I know how to take it!"