Oh Hawt Damn! This is My Jam...

The great thing about summer is that it means quality time, not quantity time with people. Unlike quantity time, quality time is about obtaining time with individuals based on the pure sentiment of being with/around each other as opposed to obtaining individuals, or other factors. For example, I'd rather do absolutely nothing with my best friend Zahra for hours than be without her for one. Basically, if you feel like what you're about to with a person belongs on the back of a Hallmark card then you're enjoining in quality time.

I started to think about all those quality time moments when I realized almost all of these memoirs were in vehicles/while traveling and that's because almost all of my memories start with one (or more) persons screaming, "Oh this is my jam!" The problem with people like *cough* Zahra *cough* is that whether it's hip-hop, R&B, Rap, Pop, foreign tunes, like Arabic and Spanish, heavy metal, country, or instrumental, EVERY song is their jam. The other problem with riding in vehicles with such people is that they continually announce how great of a jam it really is. You might hear them using such phrases:

• This is Ole' School right here!
  
• DAY-um, this is the joint!
• Turn it up!
• Ya'll don't know nothing about this

You're quite right, I don't know nothing 'bout this, and thank gawd for that! After screaming about how fabulous the song is they're charged up and have probably started singing over the music, are standing in the car/ jumping over things to get to the volume, singing the wrong lyrics, melody, tune, and are more than likely singing the wrong song entirely. Sometimes they do such things without a radio/music at all singing along in public places like Qdoba, the grocery store, Church. It's also probably one of the most offensive or inappropriate tunes ever created (see also:Takin' Retards to The Zoo, (Crank dat)Soulja Boy , or perhaps the ever inappropriate 3oh!3's Don't Trust a ho )



Now the reason I bring this up is because since my family's abandoning me( who's in school and being responsible) for vacation in the Bahamas/ D.C. leaving temporarily, I've been semi-living with Zahra and her family to which I learned that the ONLY thing worse than a person who owns every jam in the jam-universe is a child jammer. A child jammer is a regular jammer who can't think nearly as fast a fully grown jammer yet insist on jamming none the less. So as opposed to hearing "The circle of life and it moves us all" you hear "the wrinkle of lines and it moves so toe" At least with fully grown jammers I can use violence persuasive methods to achieve silence but, with creatures under the age of 10 belting out Hoey Montana I almost feel sorry for them. I mean back in my day Disney didn't just make movies, they made classics. Now they just make trash. So this morning I may or may not have takin' out the trash, misplacing that Disney Channel Music Super Stars CD. Ah, and now the summer can continue as regularly scheduled.