At the hour of seven in the ante meridiem, I rouse myself from my bedstead and must be alert as I journey down to the lower level of my abode by way of a staircase. I procure a vessel full of generic breakfast fare and observe the activity around me, including the seconds flying quickly by. I soon realize I need to leave and make my way to the area where I will be collected by the public transportation vehicle most commonly used in public school systems. However, once there, I see my compatriots relaxing in both the frontal and tail ends of an automobile and must make a decision as to which seat to utilize.
After all, it is the fifth day of the week, better known as Friday, and we have to engage in social interaction and dancing. We’re anticipating the next two days with great joy. We will attend a soiree. Insert repetitive exclamation of merriment.
I reiterate-we, we, we so excited.
-Rebecca Black's Friday as translated by Rachel
I hate this song so much, and I'm so sick of it, but somehow my friend's translation makes it very amusing.
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