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Today I'm not really sure to write about, because yesterday I was so sure of myself. Now though, I am not, and this scares me. All these songs that I craft my hours around are starting to make more sense - the words echo from their voices like wild fires.

Bloody Hell.

Banana milkshake.

I'm stalking kerrang radio, pahaha. Currently You me at six are playing - i like them a lot. The real reason why I'm doing this is because Elliot Minor's new song is in this show at some point. Dunno when that is though. So I'm listening until it comes on :D

Could be here a while... OH THE USED :D

Hmm, well, anyway I'm also writing my story. I did a banner the other day - two actually - the first one was crap but the second is alright. Posting it though, you'll know what its written about. Its a fanfic, admittedly, but I think it has promise.
TAKING BACK SUNDAY :D

Oh um yeah, it says "It sounds crazy to pick between these two...but I had been questioning my sanity for some time." Oh yeaaah! I think it works, and I did it all on paint ftw.

Breep. I think the new song is just coming up after faith no more, so I'm not skipping anymore. Theres only an hour left of the show as well so its not all bad.

Hola tomorow.

Ohmnomnom

Have you ever been in a position when it feels like everyone is unloading the problems of the world on you? Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry or anything that i have people that will come and talk to me about stuff - but sometimes the right thing to do is blatantly infront of us.

Take a look at all the politcal parties for example. They spend the majority of their time sat in the parliment debating things through to work to an agreed outcome. This is because communication is one of the most vital things we naturally have as human beings. Words are so easy to craft and guide into solution makers that this art people forget about.

Talking is good - it unwinds every coil that slowly ties inside us, and it usually solves a problem. It seems like a petty, maybe even, medievil thing to suggest but just because technology has moved on doesn't mean to say that inbasic instincts haven't. No, the have not.

To everyone with a problem right now, talk it out, it may seem like an impossible branch to overcome but its really not. The power of words is incredible. The chances are that everything will get better and the waters of this ocean will calm :)

Bleh.

This really hurts, so, fuck you.

Feelin' bored, not entirely actually but I had an idea for a blog. So, in my last post I wrote that clippet thing from my new story that I shall be posting on twilighted.net soon. (You can probably guess whom or what its about.) But since it's the summer I'm putting up a playlist of some stuff you should go check out. Buddies - go do it on your blogs too!
Oh and the story title is in the playlist.

• Solaris - Elliot Minor (solaris digital download 2009)
• It's Hard To Say "I Do" When "I Don't" - Fall Out Boy (Infinty On High Bside 2007)
• Everything Must Go - Taking Back Sunday (New Again 2009)
• Call That A Comeback - You me at Six (Take Off Your Colours 2008)
• Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine - The Killers (Hot Fuss 2004)
• Jesus Of Suburbia - Green Day (American Idiot 2005)
• Holiday - Green Day (American Idiot 2005)
• Read My Mind - The Killers (Sam's Town 2006)
• Always All Ways (Apologies, Glances and Messed Up Chances) - Lostprophets (Liberation Transmission 2006)
• Living Is A Problem Because Everything Dies - Biffy Clyo (Puzzle 2007)
• Hate To See You Go - The Color Fred (Bend To Break 2007)
• Tranquilize - The Killers ft. Lou Reed (Sawdust 2007)
• Last Call To NYC - Elliot Minor (Elliot Minor 2008)
• The (Shipped) Gold Standard - Fall out Boy (Folie A Duex 2008)
• Saving My Face - KT Tunstall (Drastic Fantastic 2007?)
• Rusted From The Rain - Billy Talent (III 2009)
• Top Of The World - The Blackout (The Best in Town 2009)
• Long Time Comin' - Taking Back Sunday (New Again [bonus tracks]
• Kiss and tell - You me at Six (Take Off your Colour Delux 2009)
• That Golden Rule - Biffy Clyo (that golden rule single 2009)

This is why we can't have nice things

I've been writing a lot lately, and it's quite lovely to do so. My minds been wondering on other things but this project I'm working on seems to hit everything that I want on the head. Although, this clippet I'm not sure whether to put in. See, this isn't a POV story - its third person, because usually that's far more easier to write in. I have this moment though, it's like an insight to my main characters mind. Somehow I want to place this in, but I'm going to pop it on here for now.

This was one of the things that reminded me of home, Central Park, it was like a palace of solidarity in this jungle of a city. The benches were so familiar, the cold metal froze my fingertips in place - it was like a magnet to stopping time. I could see why he wanted to meet me here.
Part of me stung though, as I watched his wirey lips contort into a worried crooked smile. It irritated me that after all this time he was finally wording the perfect things I had always wanted him to say. Time after time, oh how I had practically screamed inside my head.
"He's not the only choice for you, you know," He murmured, drawing his blue eyes to the floor.
I pursed down on my bottom lip as the perfect words were waiting to seep at the, oh so, imperfect time.
"Before, when you said that you wanted me..." He trailed off before grasping his line of stare to mine, "You know that I'm no good for you." He said in a clear statement.
"Then, what do we have to talk about then?" I asked defensively.
The first time he had painfully rejected me was bad enough, I could feel part of the stitches forcing at the seams as his eyes challenged mine.
"However difficult that is to deny, I never said that I didn't want you either." He said softly.
My heart stumbled in my chest, at some point in that simple sentance it had leaped into the pit of my throat. I could remove my stare from his as my eyes widened involentry. Of all the the times to do this...
"I guess, seeing you with him makes me realise how much I do want you - and simply I can't stay away from you anymore." he paused and furrowed his brow seriously, "All I am saying is that you have more than one choice here." He finished before wrapping a crooked smile around his mouth.
Part of me wanted to run, run as far as this land would take me - or at least until I passed out. My heart beat was irregular as his smile continued to hand in with his words and confuse me. It would be so easy to give in, to let the sting of honey to flow freely around my chest but it was tainted. It wasn't just him that gave me that kick anymore. It wasn't just me and him waking up in a hotel room, because now there were three in this.
"Your timing is impecably ridiculous," I worded finally.
My hands desperately found my face and wound through my caramel hair.
"True," He agreed with a small chuckle before becoming gravely serious again, "But I need you to understand that I'm not walking away from you because the way that you're looking at me now tells me not to leave. I will fight for you Eppy," He murmured before whispering, "Like I should have years ago," Although I wasn't sure if I was meant to hear that.
"I don't really like the idea of picking between two men," I grimaced, my tone slightly acidic as I stared at the grey pavement.
"It's my fault," He sighed as he shifted closer towards me - thighs brushing.
"No it's not." I stated almost angrily.
My eyes instantly flickered into his as it dawned how close to me he was now. This wasn't anyones fault, it was just fates sick way of attempting to play cupid. Even if he had said that he wanted me on that fateful Monday morning, I still would have bumped into Alex outside the coffee shop. Thus that feeling returning. Fate was a bitch.

That's all I have at the moment, it's further on in the story so I haven't actually reached it yet but if I didn't write it down I would have forgotten about it. Haha.

Craft Me Like A Work Of Art.

We're fallen at a crossroads, but which way do we go?

Because I'm not sure anymore whos coming with me...