Rush Apart

I have been a busy boy this evening and posted something new on DeviantArt, updated something on DeviantArt, and created a Tumblr account. They can be seen here (DeviantArt) and here (Tumblr).

Other than that I have been mostly watching television and listening to music today. Tomorrow will be long. Up before 7 for uni at 9, followed by a 6pm finish, then it's the Maths Soc bar crawl starting at 7, the length of which will depend ENTIRELY upon the level of fun I have and the quantity of attractive freshers. Shallow much? Never mind. Been six months since I last had sex, can't blame a guy for getting a little fidgety.

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(can't stress how glad I am that The Rural Alberta Advantage are on Spotify now)

Cool For Cats

My blog/day ratio has been very low. I must amend this. Tomorrow (well today now) is my sisters 18th birthday. Now, this terrifies me just a little bit. First of all, if she's 18, then I'm not any more. I'm 21 next month, and what the hell am I doing with my life? I really don't know where I am aiming, and I don't have the constant in my life that I assumed I would by this point. I need some kind of guidance as to where I'm going. The worst part of it all is that I am being emotionally blackmailed to stay at home after I finish uni, and for an indefinable time thereafter. I want to spread my wings and go somewhere. Anywhere. I just want to be somewhere different where I can meet different people and do different things and give happiness another shot. I don't see that happening around here. Maybe @jogey and the rest of whoever ends up in this band could group money with me and we could get a house somewhere together meaning that we can have a practical living solution, I can get away from here, I can have a step on the 'grown-up' ladder, and it means we'll be able to do the music thing as well.

That is probably THE most hypothetical thing I have ever said out loud, well not out loud, but you know.

I want love to find me again, I'm terribly lonely.

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4ever

Forever is a long time. And I thought I was definitely 100% okay with forever, able to be happy without you. Whilst I do have my moments, and 99% of the time I'm actually pretty good, there is this moment every once in a while, usually the middle of the night where I really just want to speak to you again, about anything. I suppose that's the sort of thing I'll carry around forever? I don't know, and I have no idea if that's something that you hold too. I think you have someone else to be the one you want to speak to now. I don't blame you. I was a cock, for lack of a better phrase. Regardless, if there is a person in my slot now, it'd be nice to be told?

You make me write songs about you, without them being about you. You have made me write novellas about you, without them being about you.

Can somebody else be my muse please?

My neck is quite sore today, a little bit too raucous at Mosh I suppose... good night though. Despite the arguments.

Oh, and the cheek of you using the fucking Long Blondes for something like that.

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