And the guilt in me is the hurt in you
And the hurt in you is the lost in me
And the lost in me is the need in you
And the need in you is the guilt in me

Call me super-Canadian, but I love the snow and the cold.
To me, walking from cold to warm beats walking from hot to cold. I know that works 2 ways, but the snow makes me happy and I don't really mind the cool weather.  Freezing cold weather sucks, mind you.  As does blistering heat.  Oh who cares lol.  I am going to enjoy this weather while I can.

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I can make a list of my favourite bands over the past 4 years, using a mathematical formula! I am a genius/bored.

Well, it was quite simple. I used a scoring system and basically awarded points based on my level of musical involvement with them:

Attended Shows: 15 pts.
Bought Albums: 10 pts.
Downloaded Albums: 5 pts.
Every individual song owned: 1 pt ( Read more... )

 
Soup.

I fucking hate soup.
It is not filling and tastes like complete shit.
Especially this soup.
It has eggs in it.
I don't like the yolks of eggs.
But I really don't like this fucking soup.

I refuse to eat it.

I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
If true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you.

And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.

Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense; blame everyone but ( Read more... )

Picked up a copy of Take This To Your Grave.
I had been craving The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes.

Good album though.  Now awaiting Infinity on High.
This album is prototypical emo.

Well...that's all.  Those who read this on LJ got the message this was intended to send.  Those that read this on Facebook did not.  Blame on my importing tool.

Ugh, can't sleep again. 2nd straight night.
Instead I am softly playing SoCo and Adair to try and put me to sleep.
Not working =S.

According to my old psych prof being on the computer is the worst thing to do before you sleep.  Something about the processing of information in the brain and how it is better to read a book to minimalize the sensations ( Read more... )

It's been ages since I listened to them and who knows what the hell ever happened to them.  They could still be making music for all I care.  I've always been partial to Handle This by Sum41.  I miss those guys.

2 weeks into January and a month from Valentine's Day.  I think we are all feeling that V-Day dread. A bit of an early onset this time ( Read more... )

I want to read the pop culture articles about adolescent love and life.  About the effect of the media.  About the taboo around things being worse now than they were back then.  I want to see cold-hard stats supporting any theory whatsoever about the social habits of people between the ages of 16-24.  People tell people that the kids today ain't ( Read more... )

I close my eyes.
Thought I was lost but I was stranded.
I go outside, to my surprise the sky had landed.
I thought it made more sense if I could only keep you guessing.
I was a fool to think that I should stop you from undressing.
Now i'm believing all the words you say that I can't say back to you, (to you)
to you...

So I fall...
I don't wanna ( Read more... )