I’m trying to think of a succinct argument for why I love this song so much, and I’m wishing I were 15 so that loving it would be legitimate and also so I wouldn’t be a creep for thinking that the boys (especially the youngest, whoops) are all adorable. Impossible. Fuck it, Jonas Brothers FTW:

Like the Beatles, only Indian and with a slight mariachi flair. Also known as “the best.”

“We also create false promises.” Very romantic.

Not so very long ago, I was given the challenge of recommending the scariest film I’d ever seen. My choices faired poorly (at best – The Thing was particularly disastrous [fuck you guys, The Thing rules!]), and that’s probably because I haven’t been into horror films since the seventh grade, thus I have no idea what I’m talking about. But! I’m throwing in a new scary movie contender. See, long ago, after my friends and I had watched all the horror “classics,” we just started renting grimy tapes from the video store at random. We found some winners (Troll and April Fools Day come to mind), but let’s just say Sleepaway Camp takes the cake, eats the cake, and makes you think about that stolen, eaten cake for all eternity. Trailer time!

Go. Watch. Now. Look, the entire movie is on the YouTubes!