'cause I'm Mr. Brightside.

I've started a writing blog.

More specifically, a place for my writing.

boats-and-trains-beyond-the-sea.blogspot.com

I can't seem to find a reason to continue this.

I don't think I am.

I've lost interest in blogging. Lord.

You climb out of the chimney and meet in the middle, the middle of the town.

I'm beginning to find it easier to hate than to love.

I made an excuse, you found a new way to tell the truth.

I am not being a bitchy female because of hormonal reasons. I am literally filled with rage. I do not want to talk to anybody. I just want to go find some random guy on the street and punch him in the face, get a couple battle scars.


No, actually, I just need to take out my physical violence on somebody I despise. I know this isn't a healthy way of thinking, but, I can't help it.


I wanted to go to Michael and Ali's band recital, but, I can't. I planned on doing this for weeks, but, YAPP says nay. I generally wouldn't be this mad, and I'm not really sure why I'm mad. On top of all this crap that is driving me crazy like Holden Caulfield, it makes me want to cry. I am one pathetic human being.


Part of me wants to believe that this stress is coming from midterms week just around the corner. Part of me blames this on Rob. Part of me blames it on my intolerant personality. 


The past two days I came home, went downstairs into this very room I am typing this in and played 'Blackout' by Muse. I crawled onto the couch with that unicorn pillow pet which I so adore and sobbed into it. I don't know why I hate everyone and everything so much. This is so awfully sudden.


I don't deal well under stress and pressure, I know this for a fact. If there is something I want to do, if I don't do it, I'll be horribly upset for weeks to come. 


I feel like I've returned to my seventh grade self. That's a horrible thing.


I wish I had the desire to do my thirty day challenge. I don't want to do that anymore.

I am a seagull, you are the arctic ocean.

It recently occurred to me that fighting homophobia and fighting for gay rights is our equality movement, like how they fought for black rights in the 60s. I wonder if anyone noticed this. 


Today, we raided my cousin's t-shirt stash for his band. I feel like a secondhand vendor because most of the stuff I collected today is going to other people tomorrow. It's a weird feeling.


I love Stornoway, and I thought I would let you all know that. If someone could buy me their album, Beachcomber's Windowsill, I might love you forever.


Day 7: How you came across tumblr, and how your life has changed since joining:


This isn't tumblr, but, whatever. I found it through my Franz Ferdinand fandom. I used to check a specific blog for new images every day, until they stopped posting. I figured, why not join? It can't hurt. I now basically sit on tumblr all day for the most part, and I find it the ultimate distraction.

baby, my heart's been breaking.

I haven't titled this, and I don't think I will. 

'i wanted to write you a poem,

just to say how much you mean to me.

but, for my mental reference.

i'll lock this one away in the cellar,

along with my heart.

this winter's been colder

the nights are starless

my hands tremble out for someone

something

i grasp ghosts

my lack of attention

to detail and

proper english

lets me focus all my need

upon you

i never thought i

write you a love poem

but you cross my mind

you chivalrous knight

more than it rains here

forever i'll sit here

and dream of a life

for the both of us

but you're never here

you've never been

but i can pretend

bodies splayed across warm sheets

the sun hitting

but the desire to wake

has never existed in utopia

before heavy clouds roll in

aging us beyond our own belief

and we'd laugh

because we can't believe

that we've traveled so long.

before you detonate

and leave me behind

i can cherish what i never had

cradle the dreams i wanted

live the lie in which i became

'cause the seasons will change

as well as my ability

to feel

to live

to love

and i want you to know

you're beautiful

in every dimension possible

to say not

is a sin'

A moment of love.

I have to inform you all that I really have fallen for Ewan McGrergor and that I have been pronouncing his name wrong. Phonetically, it's Yoowin. So, I suppose it's kind of like YOU WIN! But, quite frankly, Yoowin looks cooler than Youwin, just an opinion.


I'm being swamped by AP World, so, like a possibly pretentious blogger, I apologize for not updating very often. I know you all are quite fascinated with my teenage escapades. I say this with it all stained with sarcasm, of course. I've got a couple more units to do and then I have a bunch of definitions to write out. It won't be fun at all.


My future puppy was born January 14th, 2011 to a litter of ten males and three females. Thirteen puppies in one litter! That's incredible.


Yesterday and today, Ali, Liz, Michael and I (Although he wasn't here today), had a movie night. I haven't really sat down to watch movies with anyone in such a long time, so I really enjoy doing that. You wouldn't have guessed it, but, the plan for this weekend was to find a bunch of movies with Ewan McGregor in them and watch them. I guess we've sort of succeeded. Yesterday we watched Big Fish and today was Deception. I highly recommend both. 


I've also decided that Michael will be a very amusing drunk person. Well, collectively as a whole, I think we all decided that should he ever get drunk, he'd be the one on the table screaming. I've never seen him hyper due to sugar/caffeine. I didn't even know how to react, honestly.


Day 4: Write about your closest friends.


They're awesome, really. I've honestly never felt so accepted by a group of people since I met them. 


sup guise.


Day 5: Tell us your favourite three colours.


Purple, green and blue.


Day 6: Tell us your favourite season and why.


My favourite season is Spring because everything is so awfully new. It's the perfect interface between Winter and Summer and it isn't brutal in the slightest. I always take note of the air because it feels so clean and the Sun is never too harsh. I don't know, I always feel the best in Spring. Let's not take into account that my birthday is in May though. Maybe the season in which you were born, you just have a natural tendency to like it more.