I’ve started reading Twilight a second time. There is something about that book that just makes my heart so happy. If I sat and thought about it long enough, I’d probably figure out what it is that has me so engrossed in this story, but right now, all I can do is revel in the perfect sentences, the perfect characters and their perfect enchanting way of captivating me. Sigh.
My hip hop phase is slowly dying down. I think the upcoming Common concert will probably revive it again, but it might have the adverse effect of simply acting as closure. I’ve moved onto English boys and vampires for now. Oh, and my passion for rock music is resurfacing. It had never really left, but it was buried underneath my willingness to explore new territory. Well I’ve seen the new territory and needless to say, I’m unimpressed. Back to the darkness, where I feel warm, comfortable and numb. Maybe sadness and pain really is my happiness? Hm.
I’m such a freak, wow.
