Actually had the best weekend ever. And it's not even over! It was beautiful. "I'm going on American Idol to redeem myself for robbing a bank with a BB gun." Lmao. We Will Rock You was so good. "Oh. . . Alright then.".
I'm not leaving. I'm not going. I'm not kissing you goodbye. On my own. I'm nothing, just bleeding. I'm not kissing you goodbye.
Don't let me go. Don't say goodbye. 'Cause you know that I'm not alive. Don't let me go. Don't say goodbye. Don't let this love die.
Have you ever had someone that you couldn't live without? And not that fake "iily 4eva until my next girlfriend comes along". Like, properly. Someone you'd do anything for, regardless of the outcome? Someone who's always you're best friend. And someone who you've always really known you'll be with forever. I have that. And have had it for 2 years and 10 months now. I love you, forever. x
Imagine a song, that really reached out and touched kids, and not in a Daily Mail way, innocence corrupted. But in a way where criticism remained constructive, and wasn't too politicised and children weren't instructed to behave in a way that was unrealistic. Or made out the way they live was somehow sick and twisted, but simply pointed out reasons to get it together, not shouting "get a job", but just saying:
Get better, get better, get better, get better. Get better, get better, get. Get better, get better, get better, get better. Get better, get better, get better, get better, get better. Get better, get better, get. Get better, get better, get better, get better.
You see the young mother capital is where I live, little kids being raised by slightly bigger kids. Society seems un-phased that this is how it is, while I'm constantly amazed that this is how it is. They confuse love at first sight with lust at first light. It must have hurt right when trust first took flight, you're young, you've no rights, you long for new heights. But some of those nights leave more than love bites, tops cropped, skirts stop at the top of their thighs, and the boy's got that hungry look in their eyes. They wanna be grown up and have respect you see, but they're acting uneducated, sexually. I ain't saying' be celibate, go out and have your fun, but there's plenty you can do without impregnation. And there ain't nothing wrong at all with having children, just build yourself a little before you try to build them. and
Get better, get better, get better, get better. Get better, get better, get. Get better, get better, get better, get better. Get better, get better, get better, get better, get better. Get better, get better, get. Get better, get better, get better, get better.
I see small town syndrome, growing in size. There's not a lot to do, so the kids they decide, to get drunk every night, a glazed eyes disguise. Do drugs every night, tired from their lives. People getting off their faces for a quiet night in, kids rolling around the streets rowing and fighting. But it's all just because life ain't too exciting, and it's easier than trying to do the right thing. But there are other choices - if you want them. you don't have to tow the line and just float with the flotsam, you can build your time better when you find a passion. The Internet and public services give free education. So it really ain't a case of rich or poor, it's a case of self-motivation and nothing more. Like Billy says, "Whether you have or you have not wealth, the system might fail you, but don't fail yourself.". just. .
Leaving Certificate, you can actually just go die somewhere. Studying, or lack thereof, see your demise above. Indecisiveness about new car. College!? Don't get me started, boi. Someone tell me what I want from my fucking life.
"I just want this to be over." has become my most used phrase of late. And to be honest, that's no way to live really, is it? And I know that might sound a bit dramatic, but I couldn't care less.
And I can't blog any more. I can't do fucking anything.
"I like an escalator because an escalator can never break, it can only become stairs. There would never be an escalator temporarily out of order sign, only an escalator temporarily stairs. Sorry for the convenience."
I am on the verge of insanity. I don't even know how many days it's been since I haven't spent all day in my house. My days currently consist of soup, hilariously named Facebook groups, Prison Break, Prototype and sleeping bags. I've watched two whole series of Prison Break, and almost completed Prototype in a week. This is not me. Therefore, I am reaching out to someone, anyone, to offer me an alternative. I am more than open to suggestions.
On the bright side, however, I haven't had work since last Saturday. This is an exciting prospect indeed.
It would appear my well of blogging conceptions is well and truly dry. So what does one do when faced with this plight? Talk about shit, really.
Last day of Christmas holidays. Wonderful. Back to early mornings. By which I mean 8:40, but that's not the point, is it? I've grown accustomed to the freedom brought about by Christmas, which was pretty excellent this year, to be honest. Oxegen '10 :')
