|C'mon. How gorgeous is he?!|
Yep. He's seventeen now. Woop-dee-doo. Happy birthday, Justin. :] You know, I went to the movies today and watched Big Mommas: Like Father Like Son(which I might do a review of soon for you guys who might see it) and a little of the JB movie(I snuck in). The Big Mommas one was amazing. LOVED IT. Go watch it. Now.
Seriously, like right now.
Anyways, the JB movie was pretty good. From what I saw anyway. I now have much more respect for him and have downloaded multiple songs of his that I previously would have not been caught dead listening to.
Anyways, so. He's really good looking, don't you think? And I once thought that that hair flicking thing he did was extremely annoying. Now, I think it's one of the sexiest actions in existence. But he cut his hair. Oh, the horror! WHY, oh WHY did he do that?!
And you know what? JB has REAL talent. Not like Rihanna who's voice is fake, but like Christina Aguilera(did I spell that right?) who has real talent. Like, when you see JB singing without being edited, you can hear the real emotion in his voice.
And he's hot.
And he's Canadian(GO CANADA!)
And he's hot.
Oh, and it's Ke$ha's birthday too. Can you imagine that?! Having a birthday on the same day as Ke$ha?
That's insane. It's like...
How old is SHE turning? *checks* Twenty-four? Really? Wow. Well, happy twenty-fourth birthday, Ke$ha.
It's pretty sad that many people forgot about her birthday and only remembered JB's. Well, Ke$ha, just so you know, I have a poster of YOU and NOT JB in my bedroom. Okay? Be happy for that. :)
I know that you're not even going to read this stuff because, seriously, why would you? But, just know that some people like you more than they like the Biebs(ahahahahahaha! It's so weird to call him that!).
Now, I'll be honest when I say that that person isn't me, but... yeah... Not helping, am I?
Sorry. Eat your cake and be merry. Be happy you HAVE a cake. Man, I want a cake right now.
You DO have a cake, right, Ke$ha?
I bet JB has a cake... I bet he has multiple cakes...
SHUT UP, BRAIN.