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I do find it weird, I'm actually excited about the U.S. election.
Even though I live halfway across the world, I know I'm gonna be genuinely pissed off when the wrong person wins.
Because the rest of the world wants things to change.


Normally, I'm not an especially political person, but this is gonna be big.
In a good or bad way, we'll have to wait and see.


Right?

On a different note, I'm also excited about Folie à Deux. (Isn't it a tiny bit strange of a band to give their album a name that none of them can pronounce?)
The new songs are quickly becoming some of my favorites.

why won't the world revolve around me?

wasted with control.


Long time no see.


More than halfway through my summer vacation. It hits the fan August 27th. A kind of "pre-education" for biomedical laboratory science (if I get in next year). Chemistry, biology, physics and math. At least I don't dream of Hollywood.


You know the feeling, when you notice that everything and everyone around you seems to be changing.
And you don't like it.
Because you're stuck on the inside, looking out at a world in flux and we feel immobile, kind of like being bolted to the ground.

We're being watched, frantically trying to move, but terrified of succeeding.


you know the feeling.

... to winter... Christmas...
No more summer. Thankfully.
I've decided to become a chemist, and I don't know what's going on in the world (I keep forgetting to remind myself, there's a world outside there too).
I only see news about the Scandal Queens and the thing is, people keep saying that they don't care, and yet they sit in front of their screens, gawking at the newest paparazzi pictures.
Who am I to judge, though?

My new kitten is named Lännart and she follows me everywhere. She also has a tendency to jump into the toilet, which is gross in several ways.

I finally know what day it is. Now I just need to figure out what to do with it.

Right, oh my god, am I the only one without a Facebook? Ach.

There has to be a part of you that can explain why you only listen to the saddest melodies, the softest voices and the notes no one dares to write [because no one will want to listen]. Somewhere along the road there's a wish to only hear things you've heard before, since everything else is now ultrasonic to you. Undiscovered, intricate and discordant. Because C major sounds good with an A minor, it's just a fact, but for your ears it won't even be real unless there's something there to tell you that, hey, you're the only one who can hear it this way. C major is such a unique melody when it's used in "Hallelujah", but realizing that it's not so very uncommon [opposite of it] makes you appreciate only the lyrics, eternally searching for a secret chord.

It's alright though. Because even though nothing [truly] is music to your ears, you find nothing more gratifying than when you get a chance to tell someone that you play the piano [without feeling or honesty, just sheet music and a sustain pedal]. That way you can fool your way into the poetry, which is bland yet subtly grim and you read it to sombre harmonies [A minor, F major, G major and E minor, for your convenience].

Your lack of insight in the world of music will never cease to amaze me. Keep trying to impress people by being as special as you can, without understanding that it's possible to make music without Reason [the noun or the program, it's up to you].
And I'll just go on with listening to whatever speaks to me, since that was the point to begin with.

"but you don't really care for music, do you?"

I feel so bad for my cats D:
They got sterilized (I think that's the correct term) yesterday.
And they have those... cones around their necks. They look so miserable.
But they're up and going, so I don't think they're feeling all too bad.

^ Laika. The angle of her back is kinda scary. They looked a lot skinnier when they got home again D:

^ Lenore. We found out that her skin is spotted too! We thought it was only her fur. I "censored" out the wound so I wouldn't freak anyone out. It doesn't look horrible, but it ain't pretty =/

-goes to be über-nice to my cats-

"Have you heard, Helena saw Fall Out Boy 4 days ago?"
"Yeah, I heard she had an awesome time."
"She sure did."








I'm too lazy to upload more (hey, it ain't easy being lazy.)
And I did notttt take those pictures. My friend did. We were right at the front (I was right in front of Patrick, he's even more gorgeous in real life, btw).

Oh man, I just want to go back...

And the video for Thnks Fr Th Mmrs is amazing. Patrick playing chess with a monkey? Priceless. Andy fighting with a monkey? Priceless.

Oh, and I just got a deviantART: http://drurban.deviantart.com/ (check it out, yo).

Over and out :D

Again, Alex reminded me of the fact that I actually have an LJ.
Also, I'm actually seeing Fall Out Boy in 10 days. Though I leave in 6 days. Going up there a bit early... still hard to understand that in only TEN DAYS... yeah, holy crap.
Anyway (I overuse that word, but it's so functional).

After a lot of talk about making music, I actually uploaded a sample from a song I'm working on right now. It's not anywhere near being done, but this should portray the general idea of the song. It's all recorded on a computer, and I did play the piano for it.
Linkyloo: http://media.putfile.com/havenoreason

No vocals on it yet, but I have some lyrics done:
From now I'll take time
Hope you forgive me
'Cause this is no place
For easy living

From icy crossroads
Lined with stop signs
We've walked so far apart
Way too many times

We'll see how it turns out.

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I can watch you for exactly forty-three minutes and ten seconds before I begin to wonder if you're real. That's when I start to notice this semi-ethereal glow that you emit. It's the kind of glow that you can only see from a certain angle, and you end up leaning left-right-left-right, because it's only visible for a split second (but it's still so bright). You won't notice it. I think you're too unaware of your own existence to realize that someone else is taking it into consideration. Not criticizing it, but analyzing and smiling - just little bit confused. You'll turn your head about 45 degrees, feeling something that you need to ascertain, but you're also oddly content with just feeling - not having to distinguish it. That's when the glow turns into a sparkle, and I don't have to lean left-right-left-right, 'cause it's constant, continuous, and slightly fickle - yet safe.
Forgetting all this still means I don't have to wonder. Because it's familiar, but still not worn out like my words could have been if I ever told you anything.
Though it doesn't matter. Together we'll turn our thoughts 90 degrees and end up eye-to-eye, knowing exactly what happens after forty-three minutes and ten seconds.

4/11-06 (21:05)

Just a rant. Nevermind.