i have just spent a half hour trawling through the net looking for a free download of this song so i could link it to this blog. it took me about a dozen pages of google results before i was successful.
you see the great lengths i go to to ensure a good listen everytime you visit my humble abode? now, be a good boy/girl/queer faggot thing and say thank you big brother lionel on my tag or in my comments, alright.
you're welcome. i would also like to apologise for my sometimes overinflated ego when i blog. for those who've known me well enough, you'll probably have seen this aura of invincibility around me pretty often, so you more or less know what im talking about.
no, seriously!
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when i was younger, i used to be pretty big on oasis. hell, i still am, in a manner of sorts; you never really let go of a band like oasis, y'know? once in awhile you pop of of their cds into the stereo and just let rip, just for old time's sake... that kinda thing. anyway, there was this song of theirs titled stay young, and listening to it... well, it made me believe that i could change the world or something. christ, was i fucking naive or what.
have you ever felt that silly exuberance of youth? where it seemed as though you were, in all your childish naivete and innocence, fucking invincible and could topple the earth from its pedestal if you so wished?
9 or so years down the road and having seen both the bad and good sides of the coin, i must admit that i still retain a tiny bit of that vision of infallibility. hell, ive been down and out and even fucking depressed and on pills before. its not as if i suddenly bounced up from being sprawled out all over the concrete or something; i just cannot explain the person i am and have become. i dont understand why i have such emotional tendencies. i dont understand why im a fucking vanity freak. i sure as hell dont understand why the experiences i have underwent havent made me jaded, frustrated and ultimately, a fucking angry person.
yeah, i know everyone has been through some rough patches at some point of time in their lives. i know some of you readers have it worse off than me; so hey, before you jump on the "fucking-hell-goddammit-you-dont-know-anything-about-pain" bandwagon, take some time to think about what makes you the person you are. and while we're on that, why you turned out the way you did too.
it really bakes my noodle, it does. i can spend hours on end in thought, and i still cannot explain this. you could go ahead and tell me that life's unexplainable; i'd just reply that God must then exist. because that really is the only logical explanation there is to me.
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uhh. im unsure once again of what i be typing just now. sometimes people log on blogger to post about some good/bad event during their day or rant against the government or some other nonsense. some probably even plan out how they're gonna blog it, so that the end result is coherent and funny and shit. me? i just log on and write and write and write. thats why my posts're a thousand miles long. hell, i usually type the title at the end of it all cuz i dont know what i'll be blogging about. so im thankful that people find the stuff i write funny, because it means i probably am.
fucks yeah.
oh! wait wait, i remember what i wanted to mention! freaking shit, ive been going on and on and missing the main point. eh, if the chalet is in the west and on friday the 13th, will y'all come? then i wont hafta waste money on a hotel room and can channel it into more... surprises.
(if you havent already realised, i turn 21 on friday the 13th. im the fucking black cat and shattered mirror of seven years, baby. ill bring you good luck if you buy me a ton of presents. and remember to never cross my path; its also partly because i am fucking big and muscular and handsome and all that shit. you might stop to ogle and get knocked down by me or something.)
dont tag me anymore. fucking tag board, screws up royally sometimes. just message your opinion over to me. and since all the girls dont need invites because they're always automatically invited to any event of which i am a part of, do feel free to share the free passes, alright? (read: up the lady count, can?)
if you're all up for it, rsvp with me. i promise an event you'll remember. heh. i did spend the whole day planning for it, y'know?
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music wise, i only have this to say: spitalfield is fucking good. its emo punk, of course.
featured band: spitalfield
key listens: i love the way she said l.a, five days and counting & tampa bay blues
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