You know that feeling where you really feel like writing a song but you just CANNOT?? Nothing comes out. The lyrics trip out of my pen cliche and trite, and they never can express exactly what I'm feeling. And then the tune I come up with..it's old and flat. My fingers stumble over the frets nervously, sounding like a dumb nickelback song that got flushed down the toilet and salvaged from the sewage. Sigh. Be glad if you don't know that feeling. I really need some inspiration.

I've found this awesome little new British band. They're quite unknown, so I'm soo excited I discovered them. They sound AMAZING. Really, really amazing. Seriously I think they're going to get big. Anyway, if you're readin this PLEASE go check out The Low Suns. It'll only take 3 mins! They have facebook, youtube, twitter etc you can follow them and all. Here's a deadly epic song of theirs: 'Never Gonna Care' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHJsUUgiwdM&feature=related I'm adding them on SM presently. Hopefully we they can git a few more fans xD

I want you, Honey I want you. I want you, Sooooo bad. ...I'm in love with Bob Dylan's voice. I'm in love with his ability to play the harmonica and the guitar simultaneously (that's about the hardest thing for me to coordinate). I'm in love with his jewfro. I'm just in love with Dylan.

The 60's. Were without doubt. THE GOLDEN AGE. keep it real, peeps.

And now it's the sensitive people. Holy mackerel, peeps just need to peace out and not take me so literally. Nah...I'm not even going there.

I'm sick and tired of hearing how much he hates himself. Seriously, if he says nobody loves him one more time I'm going to do something deadly mean. How does he not understand..how does he not get it?! Sure, he has his demons and everyone's not perfect. But why does he have to go all emo about it?? You work through your problems, you don't panic about them. DON'T PANIC. Wasn't that your theme song? "Bones, sinking like stones...all of us are done for. We live in a beautiful world. There's nothing here to run from...cuz everybody here's got somebody to lean on." Why don't you stop listening to the phantoms in your mind and get on the right side of life. I don't care how much you think you're a fucking demon, because you're my friend and I love you. The right side of you.

You never said I wouldn't bear a heavy load, But you'll be with me as I walk down life's road. You never said I wouldn't feel lonely, But when I'm alone is when I see your face, much more clearly. I will go on, I will stand strong Even if I'm alone I will hold on, I'll carry on Until my last dying breath, Until you come to carry me Home. You never said I wouldn't bear heartbreak, But you won't give me more than you know I can take. You never said I wouldn't feel like crying But you'll dry my tears and give me the strength, to keep on trying. I will go on, I will stand strong Even if I'm alone I will hold on, I'll carry on Until my last dying breath, Until You come to carry me Home.

Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms.

I listen to your storm
I listen to you raining
I watch you as you hum
And tease you with restraining
I savour your sky
And your fingers pressing
Your crackling electricity
Always keeps me guessing

Goshdarn it! He's so sneaky...making me tell him but not saying anything in return. This is an annoying turn of events. Plus, for some reason now i can't reply to my journals. Today's just not my day =_=