listening to: because - the beatles.
reading: still nothing. recommendations?
watching: happy tree friends - season 1: episode 3; meat me for lunch.
eating: air.
drinking: apple and raspberry organic fizz.
you can turn the city upside down like an umbrella, but it won't keep you dry.
it's sort of ridiculous how music can mean so much to me, like particular songs where you're listening to it, and suddenly you're all "did they write that directly for me?" because the lyrics just apply to every aspect of what's happening in your life at the moment, and then you find yourself getting all emotional and lost in it all. which is why i happen to love german classical. there's only two kinds of emotions, fluttery flute twiddly suspense and hardout cymbal crashing anger. and those two emotions only hurt everyone but yourself, so that makes it okay for you, right?
no matter how much i love singstar, i honestly still can't bring myself to sing i touch myself by the divinyls. yes, i love her hair, and yes, i'm determined to beat either emily or relface in every aspect (btw rel, guess who beat your top ((the top!)) on the reason? yeah, that's right. fear me, rawr) of that game that i possibly can. but i'm probs not going to bother on these words by natasha bedingfield, because like, what is even going on when she starts singing about the stage? it's more unpredictable than delta goodrem's born to try. incase you haven't guessed it yet, i'm a massive singstar nerd.
my plans for sunday: go to newtown dendy to meet my beloved igs kids, and bring mary, and do a massive oh darling! by the beatles, in front of majority of newtown king streeters, and blow their minds. get prepped.
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