Strange.
I think it's strange that I don't get triggered by anything but music. I can sit and look at the most graphic of pictures or whatever but it won't matter. That doesn't bother me. The only thing that can possibly upset me is music. Even then it's only a few songs.
Some trigger me into a happy mood, others just make me want to cry. I realised this today in food. Evanescence came on the radio. I know it's really stereotypically cliche'd and stuff, but I listened to them all the time when i started feeling low. I can listen to anything by them apart from one song, Hello. I guess it upsets me a lot.
Mr Brightside just makes me angry and laugh now. It's what I listened to when I managed to punch myself locked into my room. That was a funny day.
That was the conclusion I came to today. Music makes me fucked off, tired, upset, angry, happy, nostalgic and all that jazz.
Nostalgia. Isn't that a great thing? Thinking about the past is one of my favourite things to do. Because it's so easy. Walking round to my nan's the other day I realised i'd walked this route experienceing every single emotion possible. Laughing, drunk, angry, cry-yyy, happppppy.
I just spoke to luke;
Danni had to ring WW.
Danni: Hello is Luke Mair there please?
Luke: Hiya huni.
Danni: It’s….er yours. *throws phone*
Luke: I thought it was you.
Chaz: No, no that was my friend. So?? What exactly happened??
Luke: Well…. I was at the hairdressers blah blah blah blah phone was at home blah blah
blah blah blah.
Chaz: Danni, put the drink DOWN!
Luke: blah blah blah blah blah. So I was blah blah blah blah blah and then blah blah blah blah! And I didn’t have your number blah blah blah
Chaz: One second. *phone rings*.
Chaz: Hi mum!
Mum: Hello, write me a note saying train ticket please. Bye!
Chaz: ok then, bye! DANNI, WRITE MUM A MESSAGE SAYING TRAIN TICKET.
Danni: Wheres the cups?
Chaz: in the cupboard…with…the…things…and…the…BLAH
Luke: so , in conclusion. Blah blah blah blah blah. BLAH.
Chaz: so your being a bit of a cunt really aren’t you?
Luke: yeah I guess.
Chaz: Don’t fuck me around, it’s fucking me off. If you don’t want to be with me just fucking tell me.
Danz: CUPS!
Luke: No, it’s not that blah blah blah blah blah!
Chaz: whatever.
Luke: I’ll ring you tonight. Blah.
Chaz: whatever. Bye.
Chaz [again]: DAAAAAAAAAAAAANZ!! Come hang up the phone.
Chaz [again]: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANZ!! He’s still on the other end. *puts phone to ear, gets computery type noises in ear*. Yeah he’s there.
Danz: What? Ok? LOOK AT MY MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hah. My boyfriends a dick :D And I wish, I wish so hard I was exaggerating on that conversation. It would have made more sense that way.
He won’t call. He won’t give a shit. But hey. He wasn’t that good at the important stuff anyway.
Some trigger me into a happy mood, others just make me want to cry. I realised this today in food. Evanescence came on the radio. I know it's really stereotypically cliche'd and stuff, but I listened to them all the time when i started feeling low. I can listen to anything by them apart from one song, Hello. I guess it upsets me a lot.
Mr Brightside just makes me angry and laugh now. It's what I listened to when I managed to punch myself locked into my room. That was a funny day.
That was the conclusion I came to today. Music makes me fucked off, tired, upset, angry, happy, nostalgic and all that jazz.
Nostalgia. Isn't that a great thing? Thinking about the past is one of my favourite things to do. Because it's so easy. Walking round to my nan's the other day I realised i'd walked this route experienceing every single emotion possible. Laughing, drunk, angry, cry-yyy, happppppy.
I just spoke to luke;
Danni had to ring WW.
Danni: Hello is Luke Mair there please?
Luke: Hiya huni.
Danni: It’s….er yours. *throws phone*
Luke: I thought it was you.
Chaz: No, no that was my friend. So?? What exactly happened??
Luke: Well…. I was at the hairdressers blah blah blah blah phone was at home blah blah
blah blah blah.
Chaz: Danni, put the drink DOWN!
Luke: blah blah blah blah blah. So I was blah blah blah blah blah and then blah blah blah blah! And I didn’t have your number blah blah blah
Chaz: One second. *phone rings*.
Chaz: Hi mum!
Mum: Hello, write me a note saying train ticket please. Bye!
Chaz: ok then, bye! DANNI, WRITE MUM A MESSAGE SAYING TRAIN TICKET.
Danni: Wheres the cups?
Chaz: in the cupboard…with…the…things…and…the…BLAH
Luke: so , in conclusion. Blah blah blah blah blah. BLAH.
Chaz: so your being a bit of a cunt really aren’t you?
Luke: yeah I guess.
Chaz: Don’t fuck me around, it’s fucking me off. If you don’t want to be with me just fucking tell me.
Danz: CUPS!
Luke: No, it’s not that blah blah blah blah blah!
Chaz: whatever.
Luke: I’ll ring you tonight. Blah.
Chaz: whatever. Bye.
Chaz [again]: DAAAAAAAAAAAAANZ!! Come hang up the phone.
Chaz [again]: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANZ!! He’s still on the other end. *puts phone to ear, gets computery type noises in ear*. Yeah he’s there.
Danz: What? Ok? LOOK AT MY MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hah. My boyfriends a dick :D And I wish, I wish so hard I was exaggerating on that conversation. It would have made more sense that way.
He won’t call. He won’t give a shit. But hey. He wasn’t that good at the important stuff anyway.