In The Night, Will You Follow Me?

I’m so happy that I can listen to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ “It’s Blitz” album without feeling sad anymore. I’m so glad I’m finally fully over V after a whole year. I still hate his fucking guts and think he’s the biggest loser who ever lived, but at least my heart doesn’t ache at the thought of him anymore. And being able to listen to “Runaway”, “Hysteric” and “Little Shadow” is especially important to me because those are my favourite songs, they are so beautiful, and he had ruined them for me for a while. All I could do was cry when I heard them. But not anymore. Major victory!

I hate it when music is ruined by a break up.

We’ll Steal Tonight

Italy was wonderful, emotional, breathtaking. It was the perfect summer.

I’m ready for Autumn now.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through the night. As our voices lowered,
The cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing.

Goodbye My Hopeless Dream

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.

Hip Hop Just Saved Me

 

Kick, push
Over ya shoulders you swore you’d never look
Cause wasn’t nothing back there, but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive
Yeah, uh, that’s why you
Kick, push
Over ya shoulders you swore you’d never look
Cause wasn’t nothing back there, but the blackness
Life wasn’t too attractive.

I’m really excited to see Lupe Fiasco live. :)

Teardrops On My Guitar

I’m not really a huge country/pop music fan, but I saw the videoclip for this song while getting ready for school this morning, and it made me feel like “Oh my God, this girl wrote a song about my life!”, lol. Well, let’s just replace the name Drew by someone else’s name, and switch the guitar for my laptop. The song itself is not so bad, but the lyrics are what really made me realize that I could relate.

Cansada de ser sexy

So, I totally got inspired by CSS for that title.

This guy I know, he doesn’t stop calling me. It’s very random and kind of annoying. I can never really talk to him, nor do I really feel the need to. My friend M was wondering if he was ever going to stop calling, you know, maybe get the picture. Since I don’t really initiate discussion… Yesterday was the first time he hadn’t called in 4 days. Progress!

I just don’t understand why certain people just don’t get a clue.