This Christmas break, I’ve been watching Hannah Montana. Yeah, you know it, baby! Don’t be jealous.

Haha, I know that sounds bad (and possibly criminal) but it’s actually an okay show. They also have Haley Joel Osment’s sister on there too… it’s kind of freaky though. She looks exactly like her brother… except with boobs and longer hair.

And the freakiest thing is she doesn’t look that bad (no, I’m not a pedophile — I’m just making an observation). She and her brother have really androgenous faces. Add long hair, you get an okay-looking girl; shave off the hair, you get an okay-looking guy. It’s freaky as H*ll, because every time she appears, I expect her to say, “I see dead people.”

Crazy stuff. But what’s really interesting is that his sister is a really good actress. I guess acting runs in the Osment family the way quarterbacking runs in the Manning family.

Haha, some of the songs from that show are kind of catchy too. A few years ago, I’d be “too cool for school” and be calling the songs “gay” or “retarded” or some other generic title (note: I dropped the use of those words, along with the attitude, years ago), but it’s actually kind of refreshing. It reminds me of being a kid and listening to pop music for the first time. It’s happy and bright and cheery. It’s pop, Disney-style.

It’s funny to me, because I feel like when I was a kid, it was uncool to like “kid” stuff, but as I’ve gotten older, I realize that everyone, secretly, liked the kid stuff — they were just too afraid to admit it. And now, everybody can comfortably, and pseudo-sheepishly, talk about how into all that “kid” stuff they were. It’s a cycle. A cycle of denial and acceptance.

It’s life. Pre- and post- adolescence.

Here’s to the next stage of life: adulthood. Cheers. (That sounds strangely somber, doesn’t it?).