Whatever Words I Say

this should be on the 'sound' one I suppose, but the emphasis is on personal response so praps not.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgjVrBatu2I&feature=related

I couldnt tell you why exactly this is making me tear up, but I can tell you that its currently one of my favourite songs, and if Im ever to marry, I think itd me a fantastic 'first dance' song. though if I were to then divorce, taint it with heartbreak and never listen to the thing again, I might regret that. plus theres the matter of the other half consenting... but if they couldnt tolerate the cure its pretty much over anyway, lets be honest.

I love how delicate the music itself is, and the relative simplicity of the vocals and the lyrics even more so. theres something so gentle and genuine to this, yet its not all major-y happy upbeat overly optimistic, its fucking raww. screw it, I want to marry the song, just the song.

Less is More Love is Blind

yes, its that time again. post overload. and people pay for shrinks, pah. I would apologise but if you have any sense you wont be clicking these links anymore. otherwise, I just dont know what to tell you.


Im pissed off today. Im focusing solely on the negative, but then I consider the positive, which is plentiful, and still want to shoot someone through the head. AND THIS SALAD DRESSING TASTES LIKE FUCKING MEDICINE. fuck you sainsburys, fuck you.

Im not going to commit anymore of this to memory

Girl, Run Into The Dark

exhaustion has a strange effect on me. I hope this cant be construde offensively but when Im this physically tired I feel as if theres some part of my brain, mental->physical which isnt functioning normally, like somethings defective. Im making no sense I believe.
its interesting how satisfying it can be just to push yourself in the simplest ways. to bypass the point where you planned to give up and refuse to do that. its interesting how much of exercise is psychological and what you tell yourself youre capable of.

normal person speak. evidently running+cigarettes=nausea+headache. I got like 3 hours sleep last night. I couldve come back at like 6, tidied a bit and gone straight to bed, but for some reason I didnt. I hate myself when I purposely make things difficult. and then moan. on a blog. bonjour cliché.

halfwit? evict him for his fucking ridiculous name alone.
my God heath ledger was such a better joker its not even funny.
I watched a fair bit of the sex and the city film last night while avoiding revision (judge me, dont care) and decided that the nature of relationships is just really really sad. the end.
I want to see my sisters keeper. apparently the books great, obviously I havent read it, the but girl from little miss sunshine, one of my favourite films ever is in it, and shes well brill.

I promised myself this would be a short one. oh my goodness I think I can sleep now, lates.

Running From Lions Never Seemed Like Such A Mistake

Im feeling terribly mixed up, and hoping getting some of it on virtual paper might help fix my brain. For the most part, Im simply enjoying a few lovely days with lovely people, and anticipating a pretty fantastic next few months. OH WAIT, next YEAR. So yes, I like summer so far. Theres a lot of confusion regarding work though, I just cant make myself care. Ive pretty much given up on these exams and dont really mind that I have a pretty high chance of failure, despite the fairly strong likelihood of me wanting to get to university, at least at some point. Im not complaining, I dont care that I dont care... haha, Id honestly rather do whatever the hell I like, I just dont know whats going on in my head, I really dont. Im feeling nothing.

I hate being in this situation where it seems like I have a fair bit of cash in my bank account, and then more and more things are being added to the list of expenses. The fact that in order to use the 'Take it Away' scheme for a new guitar I need to order a credit card to achieve an actual credit hitory... and the realisation that I can do that now, is so tempting I cant quite put it into words. How long do you have to pay back money you use on a card? Oh God Im actually going to do it. Save me now.

Its another one of those times where some friendships seem really frail and slightly strained, yet some (usually the ones I dont expect) are so much more meaningful than I thought. I realised this when writing my death message for about 3 hours last night (...believe it or not you might think Im less odd if I dont fully explain that)... God, friendships are fickle. I love discovering that somebody I sadly mightve taken for granted has actually become a great friend, of late. However I dont like thinking somethings more than it is, and discovering that I dont mean that much to somebody at all. It all balances out to be honest, Im pretty happy with the people I know. You know whats weird? Like when you're speaking to an aquaintance or something, and you think, 'if Id known you like 3 years ago we couldve been really, really good friends', k that wasnt very interesting at all.

I like that the point of this was to address my head feeling messy, yet Ive barely done that. Itll work itself out, Im sure.

I still love driving. I thought Id way prefer having passengers and I do love that, I love ferrying people around, specially when I get a hand with the petrol [= Anyway I love that, probably almost as much as driving by myself, purely because I dont give a shit when Im alone, I do end up cruising down the a21 at 95mph singing like... poppin champagne at the top of my lungs (complete with occaisional and abrupt arm movements/finger-wheel drumming). I love that a day hasnt passed when Ive been able to drive and havent. I must be a big source of income for Shell garages right now.

I have a massive constant headrush/ache, and a lot to do tomorrow. I might go to bed like, earlyyy. P.s. Im so into Johnny Cash (hi bandwagon, Im jumping on board), The Beatles, The Smiths and The Cure right now. ACH.