Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat; I hope it's gonna make you notice someone like me
It's early o'clock but I really like this song a lot. I'm probably going to have it on repeat while I type this entry, as I oft do with songs I'm totally diggin' at the moment.
I think part of the reason I really like this song and the other one they got out right now ("Sex On Fire") is probably because it reminds me of two specific people. One of them is someone I'd like to consider a good friend of mine who is currently residing in Germany with her soldier hubby. Oh J Date, how I miss thee and all of our rantings, ravings and Zooey/Ingrid sessions! I hope I hear from her again someday.
The other person... well, it's almost as if every song I've ever heard was written about her. Every song of angst, despair, longing, joy, passion, hope... It's a recurring problem where I listen to anything I enjoy and I think of her. Wouldn't help it if I could, though. It's comforting to know that I can still feel so strongly about someone, even when it brings me down, even if I have plenty of reasons not to. Because she also always brings me up, and gives me what feels like a million reasons to maintain such adulation. It's probably only like a dozen or so, but a 26 mile run don't seem like a whole lot either... then you learn why they call it a marathon. Because it's the distance from Athens to Marathon. Or something. I don't remember. Don't much give a damn, that's for sure. Just 3 things I really care about, everything else is either a frivolity or incidental. Not that I don't enjoy indulging in my frivolities, just don't ask me to jump in front of a bullet for you. It's a coin toss as to whether I will or not.
Speaking of music... not going so hot lately. I mean, yea, I commissioned my mum to see about helping with the dinosaur costumes for the "And I Was" video, and Britt and I worked on some choreography for the dance sequence in "Mary Never Had A Chance", but other than that... I've written a set of lyrics. I haven't got any progress done on "Since Pangaea" it feels like. I've lost all my motivation, and I can't seem to find a new source for it. Fate worse than death: feeling dead and having to live through it. Okay, a slight exaggeration, but still. It's extremely frustrating, to say the least. I hope I can change that around within the weekend. Chris and John will be around.
I should give Anna a call this weekend, too, and get her to finally let me know when her goddamn play is! I could really use New York, and I could really use seeing her. If only she'd were better about picking up her phone.
Let's get a grip on our life here, Tim. You're already 22 and running out of time.
I think part of the reason I really like this song and the other one they got out right now ("Sex On Fire") is probably because it reminds me of two specific people. One of them is someone I'd like to consider a good friend of mine who is currently residing in Germany with her soldier hubby. Oh J Date, how I miss thee and all of our rantings, ravings and Zooey/Ingrid sessions! I hope I hear from her again someday.
The other person... well, it's almost as if every song I've ever heard was written about her. Every song of angst, despair, longing, joy, passion, hope... It's a recurring problem where I listen to anything I enjoy and I think of her. Wouldn't help it if I could, though. It's comforting to know that I can still feel so strongly about someone, even when it brings me down, even if I have plenty of reasons not to. Because she also always brings me up, and gives me what feels like a million reasons to maintain such adulation. It's probably only like a dozen or so, but a 26 mile run don't seem like a whole lot either... then you learn why they call it a marathon. Because it's the distance from Athens to Marathon. Or something. I don't remember. Don't much give a damn, that's for sure. Just 3 things I really care about, everything else is either a frivolity or incidental. Not that I don't enjoy indulging in my frivolities, just don't ask me to jump in front of a bullet for you. It's a coin toss as to whether I will or not.
Speaking of music... not going so hot lately. I mean, yea, I commissioned my mum to see about helping with the dinosaur costumes for the "And I Was" video, and Britt and I worked on some choreography for the dance sequence in "Mary Never Had A Chance", but other than that... I've written a set of lyrics. I haven't got any progress done on "Since Pangaea" it feels like. I've lost all my motivation, and I can't seem to find a new source for it. Fate worse than death: feeling dead and having to live through it. Okay, a slight exaggeration, but still. It's extremely frustrating, to say the least. I hope I can change that around within the weekend. Chris and John will be around.
I should give Anna a call this weekend, too, and get her to finally let me know when her goddamn play is! I could really use New York, and I could really use seeing her. If only she'd were better about picking up her phone.
Let's get a grip on our life here, Tim. You're already 22 and running out of time.