baby, it's 4am i must be lonely, du doo...

song diary

today i listened to "Ib (game ost)" - i love guitar, im all about the guitar. i guess im feelin a little high right now, sorry if im offnesive or not making any sense. my favs are "memory" - it sucks how itunes doesn't let you use your own songs as ringtones. fucck itunes. but if i could change my ringtone it would be "ib's theme - memory" oh oher great songs from that would be "garry's theme - blind alley", "departure" "doll" and "hide and seek". all great ones imo.

i also fell asleep beside my laptop llast night, so i have 60+ plays of "bonobo - noctuary" lol.  

goodnight.

im not a MLP. fan. just to clarify, i'm not into that sort of thing. I've never watched a single episode. But hearing fluttershy squeal, it was so cute.

nifty tracks you say ;)

i figured out how to do it, yes!!!

bonobo - noctuary. this is the only music i'll will ever truly love

i get the worst youtube ads, all mine are about transforming yourself, and cleaning your vagina Oh Gawd.

i want to post links too :P please, i'll post some funny screenshots...

and "i don't feel like listening to metal at the moment. but when i am, i'll let you know ok ;) " thats what i want to say, but instead of that i'll say, ummmm.. " ok i'll say..." im drawing blanks because i dont want to be rude. but seriously i dont know what to say.

edit: thanks for fixing the edit function

((part 4 song diary)

glitter love - avatar

unwell - matchbox 20

let me hit it - sporty-O (just the drop part)

sleep time, definitely sleep time, its almost 2am here. ive been listening to matchbox 20 - unwell for about an hour. im feelin finneee though. Not feeling desperate or anything. I just like this song. though if i may confess something, i've been feeling very paranoid lately. Its getting really bad, like, if I don't want people staring at me, i'll walk the long route round the back, so they cant see me. II do that all the time, walking down a deserted laneway instead of a busy path. its pretty reckless. i know that there just looking around, theres nothing wrong with me, but i just cant help the feeling, that im being watched/judged. It's gettin better though, the more i talk with people or see them, the less anxious i am about going to places. 

anyone been to google lately? man i fail them hurdles

i found an animated Doctor/my little pony series on youtube. it's pretty lolworthy, in a good way, i think they captured the doctors persona just about right, except the part where he mutters slighty rude remarks under his breath. i dont know which doctor that is? he's not my doctor though, 10th

song diary

"rob dougan - nothing at all (instrumental)" 

"emancipator - wolf drawn" 

I'm currently watching Cryaotic's livestream on twitch.tv. He is an amazingly funny dude, with a sexy voice. Most of his fans agree, both guys and girls. he's been streaming for 8 hours now.

edit: welp its now 2am,

edit: its 2:52pm, and my journal  still appears as latest entry. lol what happened to the people. cryaotic told us off, i cant stand a guy who just yells "fuck" at everyone. i mean its ok if you're angry but dont swear at us dude, it hurts, ears and all. 

aug 3

dubbystep - "Freestylers - Cracks (Flux Pavillion Remix)

chill music - "RJD2 - seven light years"

it gonna be lame, sorry

2nd aug

happiness - 'nubba cakums - minecraft forest '

chill music - "all in forms by. bonobo"

feel good music - "dirty laundry by bitter:sweet"

dubstep - "centroid by modigs"

 

and that is all :)  i went to tutorial class today, and it turns out no one showed up. There were a few other students, i lurked around for a bit, and evesdropped onthem, they were in the same class as me but they decided to leave since no one was there, so i left too. Doctor who season 7 trailer was released, that was pretty cool. 

"ahhhhh you twat" - LOL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhkD8rx2P_w

A man dressed in garbage bags walks across the centurial bridge this Christmas Eve. Wearing nothing new, except the smile forming on his wary wrinkled face - that was so used to scowling; he stops to stare at the river below him. The stream runs still this evening, catching the full embodiment of light hanging above it. Along with the moon, he sees various other things, not quite as beautiful in the river. He sees broken blades of darkness threatening to cut the threads feeding the river: his river… his life. He sees a battered trolley, submerged in half darkness, half light. Twisted in such a way, that at first he thought it was a body. A body of his sweetness; crushed. He thinks of sweet Analise. Her very being, was to be that of the word ‘sweet’. Of other words to describe her; beautiful, radiant, energetic, it would always come down to the single syllabised word ‘sweet’… and nothing more. He thinks of her sweet smile that sweetened the air whenever she would bloom it. Possessing dark locks that flowed long and slow, like the river before him. Sweet supple unmarked flesh savoured on his palate just before her final breaths. He owned those final breaths. Not by right, but by his very strong unrequited love for her. And now she would own his. With hands gripping firmly against the brick, he lifts himself onto the thick edge. Then, tilting his head towards the moon like a wolf ready to howl, he speaks as loud as his hoarse throat could muster. “Oh forgive me, my Analise!” he cries out, just as bright streams of light ascend into the night sky. In a final act of love, he leaps into the dark abyss to follow the same fate as his sweet Analise. Bang! Bang! Boom! Christmas morning had come with a rude awakening to Krissy Bell. She had recently stumbled into her home, head between heels, drunk from the Christmas Eve office party, the one big social event of the year, and had instantly collapse onto bed for some shut eye after it. But then came a - Bang! Bang! Crackle… - she was ambushed by a cacophony of explosions. Another blast that came shook the walls of tiny apartment and her heart as well, had sent her leaping from her sofa bed like a pouncing tiger, though she collided heavily with the floor. Still wearing her party attire, she swore aloud as her head swirled like a straw in a Mojito whirlpool. “Oh god, what the fuck” she breathed out exasperatedly, as she gripped her head between her hands like a vice, to try to stop her head from spinning. It didn’t work though. She looked up at her pale lilac walls and noticed the walls changing colours. She watched them turn to pink then to red, to green then to blue. It would have been all quite soothing, if it wasn’t for the sounds that came with it. From outside her front door, she could hear people cheering “Merry Christmas!” they said in unison. “Merry Christmas, everyone” someone said again. Christmas greets me with a sweet sadistic smile. She thought to herself. She must have been the one of the few people in the world who actually hated Christmas.

i saw blood in my dreams, a state of it it seemed, hanging from the wall of my eyes, dripping down the sides a portrait of death, of emotional depth so close enough to touch, wanting so much more or less, but i digress, if it wasn't for the stress, some would have thought it was for the best