I just don’t care.
Nineteen Terribly Cheesy Music Videos from the 90s
#17 - Smashing Pumpkins - Perfect
Adore is one of my favorite albums, but this video is terrible.
“Perfect” is a sequel to the Smashing Pumpkins video for 1979 video and has most of the kids from that video in this. I’m sure the reason for this was that Adore kinda tanked on the charts and they wanted to remind people about the 1979 video or something.
So like, Billy Corgan is singing on a crane and wearing a cowboy hat, thats weird. one kid I think is an undercover cop, some other kid had sex with this other kids girlfriend and shes pregnant, then he gets nachos and the police are after him because he stole the nachos, and for some reason it makes news and its on tv, all he did was take some nachos. then this other kid, he works at a video store. that or hes just renting tapes. idk. anyway he leaves and crashes into a cop car that was chasing the nacho thief. and this other kid, hes like taping a tape recorder and at the smashing pumpkins concert, i thought he was an undercover cop, but hes just like taping the show. whatever. then he gets a hamburger and calls up this girl, then drops the tape. whatever man. whatever. this video was lame.
I used to have such a huge crush on this kid when these videos came out. Oh childhood.
On the set of Taxi Driver (1976) by Steve Schapiro
I hate that I can wear the normal face for work; act, talk and look like a decent normal person, and then as soon as I get into the car it’s almost impossible to keep it on. It’s immediately all like rocks tumbling on top of me, crushing me all at once. I think that’s why I always dream of driving off of the road. It’s all of those rocks at once. It’s too much.
I’m tired of complaints. I’m tired of complaining. I wish everyone would
just change, but it’s me who has to change. I shouldn’t let people control
my life like this. Why should I be bothered that someone is excited about
someone I don’t know giving birth? Why does it make me angry that people
who are supposed to ask me questions are asking me questions? Why am I so
hyper aware and sensitive about every single thing someone does?
And worst of all, why am I so convinced that everyone else needs to change?
You’re about to get trapped into a bunch of my thoughts tumblr. This has become a different blog than when I first started it as a shallow hair/beauty inspiration blog. I suggest getting out now if you still think it’s that blog.
I want a new life to appear in front of me. I want to be lazy and have it
just happen and fall into my life, like everything always has. I don’t want
to work hard for it. I want some hero to come along and save me. I just
want to wake up and be different.
Funny thing is, I have had that hero my whole life, just in different
people. That’s my problem. There’s always been some hero to come help me
along. Someone who isn’t me. It’s time that hero is myself. I can’t rely on
heroes anymore. The only hero is me. I don’t know how to become that hero
or how to get out of this rut and make the changes myself, but I know
that’s what has to happen. Only I can do this.
This is what attempting to eat looks like in this house.
