I, dear imaginary blog readers, am Pop Jones. That's not actually my real name, but I prefer it. I got it when a girl in middle school asked me what my name was, and I replied "Bob Jones" in an attempt to make her leave. Somebody must have heard "Pop Jones" because that's the name I am known as to this day.
You might be saying "Hey dude, this is already the third paragraph? That wouldn't fly in English class." I appreciate your insightful comment, dear reader, but I'm not sure that I care. This sort of thing will be happening extremely often.
So, it's the second snow day immediately following our Christmas break. I've yet to build a walking, talking snowman, but I'm enjoying my relaxing nonetheless. Usually when I have a lot of time on my hands, I turn to music, and this particular snow day is no different. Last year, I spontaneously purchased every song ever by Panic! at the Disco, and LOVED it. Tomorrow, with $80 in iTunes gift cards and my caution thrown to the wind, I bought every single stinking one of All Time Low's songs. I might be one of the last people to have not heard their music, but I am NOT regretting my decision to give them a try. I can't shake the feeling that I've heard all of the peppy guitar riffs and "whoa oh"s before, but they still bring some fantastic lyrics and wonderful musicianship to the table.
Anyway, I'm going to try to offer my opinions on music, movies, television, Univision (channel 17. look it up.), sports, and internet findings on most of my blogs. I'll try to present these correct views in a humorous way, else I will have failed as an new blogger.
All my love, best wishes, and cheers,
Pop Jones
P.S. Why can't I post a picture of myself in a Snuggie to my profile? That is upsetting.
