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I'm feeling much better now, thank god. I hate being ill, it makes me want to be 5 again and have Mom spoonfeed me warm honey in bed. Despite generally feeling crappy, I did get some things done. I wrote. I wrote and wrote for hours one afternoon, until I looked up and realised it was dark out. Pages and pages of hopes and dreams, songs, stories. I don't know why, it's not as if they'll ever come to light but it made me happy. Some weren't half bad either.
Today I am busily painting my bathroom - it's a pit, so it's turning a nice shade of marshmallow pink. Just until we get back from tour. I don't know why but I hate the thought of my home being a mess when I'm away from it. I think it's just so's I can hold onto the idea of coming back to my nice place, my sanctuary after all the travelling and playing and fun.
Oh yeah, the other night when I was sick, I found an old shoebox full of things I had packed before I moved here. Inside were some letters, some photographs and a cassette tape. I checked for a label but there was none, so I grabbed my old battered walkman, put the tape in and pressed play...
It was my taped copy of "Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes". I sat there in the pitch dark, a warm mexican blanket wrapped round me and cried listening to "After The Movies". I know it sounds silly, I'm in the band now, but sometimes it's good to take a step back and be "a fan" again. These songs mean so much to me, and not just because the boys are my best friends now. I would love the songs even if I lived on the other side of the world. I should really say this to Tim's face, but I'm far too shy and emotional for that (the state I'm in just now I could easily cry!), but he knows what I'm saying. As do you all, I'm sure.
I should throw a painting party. My friend Jen says that they're the best - you get some friends over in old clothes and you all paint together. And get drunk. And sing. And I know at least two boys who would love the sound of that.
Today I am busily painting my bathroom - it's a pit, so it's turning a nice shade of marshmallow pink. Just until we get back from tour. I don't know why but I hate the thought of my home being a mess when I'm away from it. I think it's just so's I can hold onto the idea of coming back to my nice place, my sanctuary after all the travelling and playing and fun.
Oh yeah, the other night when I was sick, I found an old shoebox full of things I had packed before I moved here. Inside were some letters, some photographs and a cassette tape. I checked for a label but there was none, so I grabbed my old battered walkman, put the tape in and pressed play...
It was my taped copy of "Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes". I sat there in the pitch dark, a warm mexican blanket wrapped round me and cried listening to "After The Movies". I know it sounds silly, I'm in the band now, but sometimes it's good to take a step back and be "a fan" again. These songs mean so much to me, and not just because the boys are my best friends now. I would love the songs even if I lived on the other side of the world. I should really say this to Tim's face, but I'm far too shy and emotional for that (the state I'm in just now I could easily cry!), but he knows what I'm saying. As do you all, I'm sure.
I should throw a painting party. My friend Jen says that they're the best - you get some friends over in old clothes and you all paint together. And get drunk. And sing. And I know at least two boys who would love the sound of that.