I can't be no one else

I think I can see the connection between Oasis and The Beatles.

I need to be myself - I can't be no one else

When I hold you in my arms, and I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm. Because happiness is a warm gun

Bang bang shoot shoot indeed. Anyway, I realised that Noel Gallagher picked up the "let's write lyrics that don't make sense" thing from the Beatles. These two songs make me very happy. Especially on a great day like this. It was a wonderful day. And a day in which I realised that I'm still shy. To an extent. But yes, walking along either listening to Supersonic or Morning Glory on another sunny afternoon makes me feel invincible. Which is why I was swaggering my way to school from Domain. The weather has been very Oasisy of late.

And it's over. It's over for this year. And nothing to freak out about until I go to France, when I will realised the inadequacy of my French skills.

Note to self kids: don't put the hair-dryer which has just been used to torch the dog near your face. It does burn.

Because

Because I don't want to spend my time tapping out an essay which is a few thousand words, which I will then feel guilty for because I've wasted my time. Although I've wasted enough of it already by jumping on MSN when the person I jumped on MSN for offline messaged me 22 minutes prior, when I was reading. And then she left. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, and I'm sorry I kept you waiting for nothing. 

Because I've been listening to Kanye, who has some rather awesome summery music which is guaranteed to lift you up, even if it's only for the few minutes when it's playing. I have compiled a summer playlist (yes, it's still spring), consisting of quite a few people, including said aforementioned Kanye, Jay, Lady GaGa, Oasis (always perfect for a sunny, invincible day), Usher, and various others. 

Because the year 12s are amazing, and deserve a longer post than this to tell them that. I shall do that on the weekend. When I'm not hanging around school like a nerd. 

Because I want to talk about that interesting article in the mx I read the other day, which I forgot about and subsequently remembered, and I won't get enough time to talk about it. 

Because I also have another blog post planned from something I picked up off Bec Tee's blog. 

Because I should do some French grammar forward slash revs notes forward slash English analysis, yet I have left my French grammar book at school. However, I am revving myself up to do revs. Soon. Ish.

Because I'm listening to Let's All Make Believe, which consists of some rather edgy augmented chords, as I discovered when I looked in the little black Oasis songbook of my brother's, which I suspect is highly unofficial.

Because I felt that I wasted enough time walking around the city this morning. Well, not really walking around the city. I walked down Bowen Crescent for the first time in ages, cause I got to Domain when it wasn't even 7:30, so I took a detour to school. However, detour did not work, as I still have to wait outside in the cold for a further seven or so minutes.  

Because I'm too chuffed to want to feel otherwise. Catriona, you and I are gonna rock this party.

That's you and me Cat. Down to the awesome tuning. Well, awesome tuning on my part. You're much better at it. I wish I could get in tune just by doing that: "A, A, A. G, G, G."  

Creepy melody. Thought it would be appropriate, as it is entitled "Because".

Above reasons are why I shall not blog extensively and deeply.

words of wisdom

I just played the acoustic Forever and Always again. Closed iTunes cause it seems to be stuck in my head and it is just too depressing. Hurts...somewhere in my heart. And I don't know why.

And you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all

In other news, listening to excessive amounts of Maroon 5.

Wake you up in the middle of the night to say, "I will never walk away again. I'm never gonna leave this bed"

How annoying. He randomly wakes you up in the middle of the night when he could've told you in the morning.

Take it, take it all, take all that I have. Give it all away just to get you back.

In other other news, I got my red Aviators. They are very rock 'n' roll. In the extreme.

Hmm. Unreliable people in terms of birthday presents. Annoying. Always annoying when people are unreliable. But I shall be patient and understanding and tolerant...or I'll try.

BECAUSE

The point of this post is:

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, "let it be". And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom: let it be...and when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me. Shine until tomorrow, let it be. 

I'm sorry I forgot that. So I hope you all fill your heads with images of me tossing some sort of dark rain cloud out of the window.

Or maybe just suppressing it like the Bolsheviks suppressed Russia, and eventually it'll evaporate. The rain cloud that is. Not Russia.

You pushed me. I don't have the strength to resist or control you; you cut me down.

Unlike:

Does it kill does it burn, is it painful to learn that it's me who has all the control?

Adam Levine, the one of many different personas. Then again, he's a musician. Come to think of it, then again, he's human.

Now I've got Harder To Breathe stuck in my head.

How dare you say that my behaviour's unacceptable? So condescending, unnecessarily critical. I have a tendency of getting very physical, so watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle. You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here. The double vision I was seeing has finally cleared. You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone, not fit to frickin tread the ground that I am walking on. When it gets cold outside and I got nobody to love.You'll understand what I mean when I say there's no way we gonna give up. Like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in a dream. Is there anyone out there? Cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

Such vengeance, Maroon 5 man.

purps

I finally bought a watch from a little store in Chaddy called Storm. London-made watches. I quite like it. My brother thought it was overpriced. Let's hope this lasts for a very long time so that I feel as though it was worth it. Shall not disclose the price, otherwise people i.e. Joey will keep going on about how "fancy" I am.
It is quite a sick shade of purple though, or, as my brother calls it, purps. There Viv, it's purple, not orange. I can imagine your expression. It would look like this: ^^

I can't be bothered rotating it. And how lovely my camera looks reflected in the shiny surface.

I have Helter Skelter running around my head.

Do you or don't you want me to love you?

And Dear Prudence.

The sun is out, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you