It's been a while since I listened to some Sarah.
The quotes with meaning to now, before...etc. It can be a poem too...different lines...intertwined. I have to start writing again.

"Ooh you're working, building a mystery,holding on and holding it in and choosing it so carefully"
"A beautiful fucked up man you're setting up your razor wire shrine"
"Everybody loves you when you're easy, everybody hates you when you're a bore"
"Feels just like I'm sinking and I claw for solid ground"
"I would be the last to know"
"I won't weigh you down with good intention"
"The yearning to be near you I do what I have to do"
"If all of the strength and all of the courage come and lift me from this place, I know I can love you better than this"
"It my heart that pounds beneath my chest, it's my mouth that pushes out this breath"
"Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight in the arms of the angel"


Its sadness makes me happy. Stark raving mad is this girl? I'm awake, online, feeling anti social and watching my downloads. I've started back. Got a tonload of stuff in queue. Eeeks. Lemme count how many songs - so far. 71. Lets see how far it gets in 4 hours or thereabouts. I really should sleep I know I know, but Sarah is distracting. Full of Grace is very argh...it's better this way.... Blah. No further comment.

The loneliness gets to you I suppose. Ah yes - you have your friends...they're there for you. I know I know. I spoke to Dars this evening for a while - pretty refreshing.
She thought I was deliriously happy and it was scary. Happy...that's how it's supposed to be. You're supposed to face the trials of life with a smile right? Or turn your cheek? Just bear it and move along. Accept what the fates have to offer. Quoting Stace : "Fate is such a bastard". Hehe.

Ah fuck. The Art Society is inviting submissions for the exhibition. I have no work suitably matted/prepared for hanging. Dammit! I have all day today to paint? I have nothing! Blast. At least nothing good enough...in my eyes...grr. Stupid people. Bastards. I'm too heap to become a scrunting member either way. Painting's still not my thing - anymore. My teacher would frown and say - carry something! Get recognised! I feel so small..against those snotty assholes. I can't stand being around them. Them and their society, their clique, the socialite bastards. To think artists could be so asinine.

Off to bed. Argh why has my download gone so painfully slow? :(